I Woke My Vegetative Husband up at Our Wedding Night!

Shi Qian was stunned for a moment, "Longevity noodles?"

"If not, forget it."

"If you don't have any other requirements for taste, there is nothing difficult about Changshou noodles. You can make noodles if you have noodles."

"There should be no noodles."

"What about the flour?"

Arthur was even more unclear. He knew very little about the kitchen and ingredients.

"I'll go to the kitchen and look for it myself." Shi Qian walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets.

I did find a sack of flour for her.

Arthur walked in curiously, and seemed to have poured flour into a large bowl before, and couldn't help asking, "Can these flours be turned into noodles?"

"Noodles are made of flour."

Arthur: ...

Shi Qian was also taken aback for a moment, didn't Arthur know such a common-sense question?

It seems that he really doesn't know anything about life.

Shi Qian beat an egg and added some water to knead the dough.

After three or two kneading, a smooth dough is formed, and the dough is set aside for later use.

Arthur suddenly felt that the atmosphere was indescribably weird.

Why did he and Shi Qian live as if they were living at home, instead of a hijacked and hijacked relationship.

Shi Qian was very nervous and scared, and even secretly hid a western knife for self-defense, and could cook for him as if nothing had happened. This woman really baffled him.

After the dough is kneaded, Tokia begins to prepare the side dishes.

Arthur didn't leave, just watched her quietly.

He thought that Shi Qian's talk about cooking was just casual talk, but he didn't expect that she could really cook, washing and chopping vegetables skillfully, and she looked pleasing to the eye.

In Arthur's mind, being a chef has absolutely nothing to do with being elegant.

But when Shi Qian cooks, every gesture reveals an elegance, which is a visual feast.

"Go and wait outside first, the noodles will be ready soon."

"I also want to see how you turn this ball into noodles." Arthur's curiosity was completely aroused by Shi Qian.

"Of course I will pull it out now."

Arthur frowned when he heard this, his face was full of rejection.

Shi Qian looked at his expression, thought about what she just said, and suddenly understood.

"I mean, I ramen."

Arthur's brows were still unfurled.

Shi Qian picked up the dough and began to knead it, then sprinkled a little flour on the chopping board, and pulled the dough, just like that, after a few back and forth, the noodles were stretched and thinner, and the shape of the noodles could already be seen.

Only then did Arthur realize that the dough was pulled out like this.

Shi Qian pulled the noodles well, put them aside, and started making noodle soup.

Whether a bowl of noodles is good or not depends on whether the soup is fresh or not.

Generally, broth is the best. If there is no broth, you can only rely on seasonings to enrich the taste.

After finishing the ramen, Arthur lost much interest, turned around and walked outside.

In less than 10 minutes, Shi Qian came out with a bowl of noodles.

There was a poached egg in the noodles, served with one or two green vegetable leaves, and the words "Happy Birthday" carved from carrots. Arthur stared at the bowl of noodles, stunned for a long time.

"Mr. Arthur, try it and see how it tastes."

Arthur looked at Shi Qian, "How do you know that today is my birthday?"

"Who would take the initiative to ask for longevity noodles?"

Arthur was silent for a while, picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and ate them into his mouth.

The texture of the noodles is very special, not as soft as the noodles he ate, nor as hard as the pasta, but with a toughness in the softness, he has never eaten such delicious noodles.