After kneading the dough, they were about to enter the next step.
Making noodles!
There were many ways to make noodles, depending on what kind of noodles you wanted to make.
Pulled noodles, sliced noodles, or handmade noodles?
Neither.
Lin Feng wanted to make ramen.
Ramen required strength and experience.
If the force was too light, it would not be able to be shaken off or even.
It was easy to break if one used too much force.
When Lin Feng was in middle school, there was a ramen shop next to his school.
Every day after school, he could see the boss standing at the door, holding the dough in both hands and shaking it up and down.
Every time the dough fell from the top and hit the stainless steel chopping board, it would make a banging sound.
At that time, Lin Feng felt that the boss definitely had a glorious past that no one knew about.
He first kneaded the dough into a long strip, grabbed both ends, and gently swung it up and down in the air.
When the dough was shaken, the weight of the dough and the inertia allowed the long stick-shaped dough stick to be greatly extended.
After three rounds, the dough stick in his hand had already stretched to 30 centimeters.
If it was the street noodles from Lanzhou, there was an additional process--applying a layer of oil on the dough.
But Lin Feng didn't need it. What he wanted to make was Yang Chun noodles.
Although a layer of oil could make the noodles stretch out better, it was a little greasy for the light Yang Chun noodles.
"Pa!"
A soft sound rang out.
This was the sound of noodles that had already taken shape falling onto the chopping board.
When the noodles were pulled to half a meter long, Lin Feng put the two ends together and continued to toss the noodles.
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
The rhythmic sound of the noodles touching the chopping board rang out.
The noodles in his hand had been folded over and over again, becoming thinner and thinner, but not a single one was broken.
If Master Bai An saw this, he would be shocked.
Without any oil, the dough was able to pull out such perfect noodles just by relying on the toughness of the noodles. This ball of noodles must have an extremely good texture!
"Pa!"
After the final slap, Lin Feng placed the noodles on the chopping board.
He grabbed the kitchen knife and cut off the dough lumps on both ends.
A serving of handmade ramen was ready.
If someone were to observe carefully, they would be surprised to find that every noodle was exactly the same in length and thickness.
It was so precise that it seemed to be made from a mold.
Light the fire and boil the water.
Lin Feng boiled two pots of water.
One pot of noodles, one pot of soup.
Taking advantage of the time when the water was boiling, Lin Feng mixed the soup.
Yang Chun Noodles was simple. A person could make it with both hands.
Salt, soy sauce, pork fat, and a few drops of sesame oil were all needed.
The essence of it was pork fat.
Unfortunately, the time was too short. Lin Feng didn't have the time to boil the pork fat and used soybean oil instead.
Soon, the water boiled.
He grabbed the noodles and threw them in casually. He stirred them with his chopsticks to prevent them from sticking to the pot.
He scooped a spoonful of boiling water and poured it into the bowl.
Immediately, a faint aroma of soy sauce wafted out.
At this moment, the noodles were ready. He scooped them up with a ladle, picked them up with his chopsticks, and stacked them in the bowl.
After sprinkling a handful of scallions, a bowl of Yang Chun noodles was ready.
"Suck ~"
Song Zihao and the other man sucked hard.
The fragrance of soy sauce and sesame oil mixed with boiling water.
The unique wheat fragrance of the noodles.
And the fragrance of chopped green onions.
At this moment, they were perfectly fused together, twisting into a distinct taste.
It was clearly a very ordinary Yang Chun noodles, but in the eyes of Song Zihao and the other man, it was like a delicacy on earth.
They looked at the noodles in Lin Feng's bowl and then at the noodles in their own bowls. They instantly felt that the fragrance was no longer there.
Lin Feng sat at a table beside them. He wasn't in a hurry to eat. He picked one up and looked at it before putting it into his mouth.
After taking a bite, Lin Feng closed his eyes and chewed carefully, silently commenting in his heart.
"The soup base is clear, the noodles are very chewy, and the taste is a little lacking.”
The biggest highlight was the noodles. When he took a bite, his teeth even bounced a little.
The overly perfect noodles overshadowed the main dish, making the not-so-bad soup base seem overshadowed.
After eating it in one go, Lin Feng wiped his mouth.
Looking at the bowl of almost untouched broth, he shook his head and had no intention of taking a sip.
He finally knew how terrifying the Grandmaster Level White Case Basic Technique was.
Even if the noodles were in clear soup without any oil or salt, they would probably sell out.
However, the ordinary soup base did not add to the taste. Instead, it was a hindrance, which made people feel that it was a pity.
"Gulp ~"
The sound of two people swallowing their saliva could be heard.
Lin Feng glanced at it and picked up the bowl to wash it.
After washing the dishes, Lin Feng asked,"Are you two done eating?" I'm closing the door."
"Ah, that's good."
The two of them looked down and saw that the noodles in their bowls had already turned cold. They couldn't stimulate their appetite at all.
"Boss Lin, when are you selling your noodles?”
"I'm not sure."
After a pause, he added,"I'll inform you guys to try the new dishes before they're served."”
"That's great!"
"Then I won't disturb you anymore, Boss Lin."
The two of them were in high spirits as they left with the noodles that they had barely eaten.
The owner of the noodle shop fell into deep thought when he saw the two of them return with almost untouched noodles.
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The big shots will continue to work hard tomorrow, and the author will continue to work hard too ~
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