Life is a Game

Stretched noodles, to some extent, can be called the most technically difficult unique skill in the noodle case.

Not only can it be used when making noodles, but the technology of stretching noodles can also be used to make a variety of snacks, such as clear oil cakes, silver rolls, panxiang cakes and other small and difficult dim sums that require the blessing of stretching noodles. It is an indispensable process.

The naive Jiang Feng thought that it was easy to see Cao Guixiang stretching noodles in his memory, but after a few minutes, the slender noodles were born from her hands, so he felt that stretching noodles should only be a little more difficult than rolling noodles by hand. Can get started.

But in fact, stretching noodles is a technique that most tests basic skills. For an orthodox red chef like Jiang Feng with zero experience in white cases, learning stretched noodles at the beginning is undoubtedly a dead end, from entry to entry.

In fact, Jiang Jianguo taught Jiang Feng according to the teaching policy from entry to entry.

As a good uncle who cared about his nephew, Jiang Jianguo didn't want to spoil Jiang Feng's interest. After all, this spirit of willingness to learn is worth encouraging. But on the other hand, as the eldest son who was disliked by the old man, he was the one who received the most eyes from the old man on weekdays and was beaten the most when he was a child. Went to Bai'an, the old man must pull out his skin.

Don't look at the old man who is already eighty now, when he goes out to take the bus or the subway, there will always be someone who will take the initiative to give up his seat for him, and he will still be alive and well when he picks up his son. Although the strength may not be as good as before, but with the addition of decades of rich experience, the effect is not inferior to that of when he was young.

When Wu Minqi returned home after a day's work, she saw Jiang Feng lying on the sofa watching TV with a look of lovelessness all over her face. .

"How is today? Did you go to the hospital or the pharmacy? I haven't received any messages from you." Wu Minqi said, putting things on the sofa.

It was only then that Jiang Feng remembered that Wu Minqi had told him to send her a wechat message before he left to let him go to the hospital to let him know, but he forgot all about it in Zhang Chu's memory after eating the dog food.

"Qiqi is so sorry, I forgot. I went to the nearby community hospital this morning. The doctor prescribed me medicine and said there was nothing wrong with me and let me go home and lie on my stomach." Jiang Feng said.

"You just lay down like this all day?"

"No, I've been learning how to stretch noodles with my uncle downstairs, and I just came back to lie on my stomach." Jiang Feng said, staring at the TV.

"Noodles?" Wu Minqi, who is also the chef of Hongan, thought for a while before realizing what happened when noodles were stretched. "Noodles are very difficult. How did you learn today?"

How about it……

probably...

Start with face-to-face practice.

"Add water, first add salt water, use both hands, use force, do not leave dry noodles in the basin, use force!"

"Knead harder, harder, knead harder, add some water, and keep kneading until the hands, face, and basin are all light."

"You can't do this dough, knead it again, remember to use three lights, remember which three lights? Hand light, face light, basin light!"

"Strengthen, use some strength! How can you do it with this little strength? You see that there is still dry dough on the bottom of your basin, Xiaofeng, what's wrong with you today? Why is your strength so weak today?"

"This doesn't work, come again!"

Although I took the medicine, it was just an ordinary western medicine, not a fairy medicine, and the effect was not so fast. Due to the sequelae of eating spicy food, Jiang Feng couldn't use all his strength to knead the dough due to the burning pain behind him that was hard to ignore when kneading the dough. He was embarrassed to tell his uncle that it was caused by a temporary discomfort in an indescribable part. I can't use my strength, so I can only bite the bullet and make peace, and a peace is a day.

That's right, Jiang Feng met with each other all day, and before he even started to learn how to walk, he was coaxed by Jiang Jianguo to go back to rest.

This is also the reason why Wu Minqi saw Jiang Feng lying on the sofa when he came back, looking like I was about to die of exhaustion.

As for why the expression is so unlovable, it must be attributed to Ji Yue.

After kneading his face all day, Jiang Feng felt that his body and mind had been greatly hurt, so he decided to lie down on the sofa and watch sand sculpture idol dramas to relax. Ji Yue is an absolute expert in sand sculpture idol dramas. Under Ji Yue's passionate recommendation, Jiang Feng chose a country's annual giant production that cannot be found on Internet TV and can only be watched with mobile phone projections - "XX's Fallen Leaves"!

So there was the scene Wu Minqi saw when she returned home.

"luoha, \u0026￥ @%\u0026*..."

Wu Minqi's attention was finally attracted by the TV after discovering that the voice coming out of the TV was not Chinese, English, Japanese or even Korean.

"What kind of drama is this?" Wu Minqi sat down to watch the drama with Jiang Feng with great interest. She hasn't watched much TV drama recently.

Jiang Feng thought for a while, and organized his words: "It's...a revenge drama..."

"What are you talking about?"

"The male protagonist's mother was indirectly killed by his own father. After he changed his gender, he became a female protagonist and returned to China for revenge," Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi:? ? ?

"Is it revenge now?"

"It's...well, it should be revenge on her aunt."

Wu Minqi:? ? ?

"Auntie? So how do you get revenge now?"

"Uh, well, at present, she is in a relationship with her uncle."

Wu Minqi:? ? ?

? ? ?

Taking a picture of her current expression can be directly used as an emoji, and she can understand the meaning of this emoji without adding others even when she asks.

Wu Minqi's eyes on Jiang Feng changed.

My boyfriend actually likes this.

I didn't expect that.

"That's not the case. This show is very popular recently. It's not what I want to watch. It was recommended to me by Ji Yue." Jiang Feng quickly explained, "I'm just lying on my stomach and don't know what to do. I never watch it normally. This kind of drama!"

Seeing Jiang Feng like this, Wu Minqi stopped teasing him, and said with a smile, "I know Ji Yue recommended it to you, and I watched it with her at noon today."

"ha?"

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

My Qiqi is so good? !

"The plot is actually mediocre, but the hero and heroine are not bad." Wu Minqi commented pertinently, "But having said that, why do you suddenly want to learn how to make stretched noodles?"

"I came back from the community hospital today and ordered noodles with fried sauce at the noodle shop downstairs," Jiang Feng said.

"The noodle shop downstairs? An Neng noodle shop? Their noodles are average. Aunt Wang has eaten there before." Wu Minqi said.

"It's not ordinary, it's unpalatable." Jiang Feng looked back on the past, "Then I suddenly discovered that after I arrived in Beiping, I only ate noodles with fried sauce twice, and each time I ate it was not authentic, and even a little unpalatable .”

Wu Minqi looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"Senior Chen Mengxing, do you remember? The one who graduated from our chess club this year, the senior from the law department who didn't come to the last dinner. He is from Peiping. When I first arrived in Peiping, I asked him where the fried sauce noodles in Peking are the best. The authentic ones are the best. He told me that the ones outside are the same, only the ones made at home are the most authentic and delicious. Because the Jajangmyeon is the taste of home, the Jajangmen in everyone’s memory is the relatives who grew up at home from snacks to grown-ups The taste of cooking, so no matter how delicious the noodles made in the restaurant outside are, they are not as authentic as the ones at home, and they are not the taste they want to eat." Jiang Feng said slowly.

"So I want to learn, I want to make it myself, cook it for you to eat, and make the most authentic Jajiangmian by myself."

Wu Minqi smiled shyly, biting her lip, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, and tears were shining.

"Then let's learn together, and I will make it for you when the time comes."

"good."

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