In the past, Jiang Tu didn't want to make noodles.
It was not because the noodles were troublesome.
It was because the noodles tasted the best when they were eaten immediately after being cooked.
Even if it was only three to five minutes from his house to the canteen, it would still affect the taste of the noodles.
As for the kitchen in the back of the canteen, there was no need to mention it.
According to the village chief, Song Jun, the compensation had arrived, but it had to wait for the university to settle the bill together.
Now, in the early stages of spring plowing, there were many places where people were needed. The renovation of the canteen could at least wait until the spring plowing ended and the meeting began.
It couldn't be helped. This place was like this.
Those who were still at home, other than those who had small businesses in the local area, the rest had land or rented land.
They had less land, so they usually planted some lazy corn, then went out to work and returned when the autumn harvest came.
The more land there was, the more things there were.
As a result, there was a shortage of labor in the market at this time of the year, and wages rose.
Therefore, it was not impossible to delay the renovation of the kitchen until after the spring plowing.
"Brother…Brother Jiang?"
Bai Wentao gets up early every day,
He was going to patrol the underground first and then come back to rest. It was just in time for breakfast.
But today, as soon as he came back from the fields, he found that Brother Jiang had already arrived at the entrance of their canteen.
However, there was no notification on her phone.
"Good morning." Jiang Tu greeted him with a smile.
From the back of the pickup truck, he moved a large furnace that was made from a metal bucket.
He added firewood to the bottom and set up a big pot on top.
Bai Wentao looked at Brother Jiang filling the big pot with water and lighting the firewood, his face full of confusion.
"This is?" What new cooking method? He wasn't sure.
Jiang Tu saw his confusion and explained.
"I'm eating noodles this morning. It tastes good to cook them and eat them now.”
When Jiang Tu was done, he fetched a basin of water and washed his hands.
Then, he skillfully spread a layer of flour evenly on the chopping board.
"Oh, oh, oh." Bai Wentao nodded his head vigorously. What was this called?
He took out his phone and after getting Brother Jiang's permission, he obediently stood at the side to film.
Brother Jiang took out a dough from a large stainless steel basin.
Its surface was smooth, fair, and chubby. It was inexplicably cute.
Jiang Tu kneaded the dough in his hand seriously.
Although kneading dough was only an expert-level skill, the power of SSR was that it included all the kneading techniques of noodles.
When the bread returned to its original shape, Jiang Tu took out his divine weapon, the super long rolling pin.
In the past, he rarely made his own noodles. He always bought them from the market.
He was not very lucky either, and he did not get the ramen skill from the system.
However, the noodles that came with the chicken soup noodles were also very good.
In Bai Wentao's eyes, it was another scene.
At first, he watched the dough in Brother Jiang's hands turn from long to round.
He even thought that he would be able to see that magical ramen skill, the kind that could be used to thread a needle in the end.
In the end, there was nothing.
However, under Brother Jiang's hand, the dough grew bigger and bigger with the help of a stick.
Crunch! Crunch! The large wooden table started to play along with Jiang Tu's movements.
Jiang Tu stopped when the table couldn't hold the flatbread anymore.
He folded the flatbread and took out a kitchen knife, turning the flatbread into noodles.
Noodles of slightly different lengths but 0.3 centimeters in width were neatly arranged.
Bai Wentao was dumbfounded.
Why was this dough so obedient?
How did it turn itself into such a big pancake in just a few minutes?
He recalled the few times he had rolled dumpling skins. He and Brother Jiang definitely used different kinds of noodles.
Well, it wasn't his problem. It was the noodles.
Bai Wentao firmly believed.
Also, Brother Jiang, do you have to be so inhuman? Do you know that your kitchen knife has left afterimages?
If you have such skills, why don't you open a restaurant instead of going back to the village to open a farm!
Wasn't it a waste of natural resources?
On the other side, the chicken soup started singing again under the effect of the flame.
It was accompanied by a thin and dense fragrance, just like that seductive little fairy. It was obviously not strong, but it could make people unable to help but look, look, and explore.
The closer it was to breakfast time, the more students gathered nearby.
They didn't even dare to speak, afraid that they would disturb the afterimage and make their noodles imperfect.
Even the villagers who lived nearby or were just passing by could not help but come over to join in the fun.
"When did our village start selling noodles in the morning?”
A middle-aged man stretched his neck and sniffed the fragrance of the chicken soup as he asked in a clear voice.
"Uncle, this is our breakfast master.”One of the students wiped the corner of his mouth and replied.
They did not expect that breakfast could be cooked and eaten on the spot. They were especially surprised.
It was even more practical than their school's cafeteria.
"What? I'm not selling it." The middle-aged man sounded disappointed when he heard that he was not selling it.
He muttered,"It smells so good. Why aren't you selling it?"”
He thought that he had no choice but to sell it. It was time for him to go home for breakfast, but his legs were not listening to him.
When Jiang Tu saw that the noodles were almost cut, he shouted at the crowd,""Help me shout. You can come down and eat.”
"Brother Jiang, they're all here," the students replied.”
"Alright. Then, add the chili oil, chopped green onions, and coriander yourself.”He nodded, indicating that he understood.
The noodles were cooked after being boiled for three minutes.
He quickly dipped it in cold water, put in the fried eggs, and poured in the chicken soup that he had brewed for the entire night. A bowl of chicken soup noodles was ready.
The snow-white noodles slowly stretched in the chicken soup.
The chicken oil on the top layer was startled and turned into specks of stars. Then, it gathered back into a ball and repeated itself.
According to his taste, he added chopped green onions, coriander, and some chili oil.
The aroma of the steamed chicken soup mixed with the spicy smell of the chili oil drilled into their noses, seducing them to drool even faster.
"Hiss hiss." The first person to get the chicken soup noodles immediately used a ghost step under everyone's amazed gazes. At the same time, he moved quickly without spilling a drop of soup.
It was simply breathtaking.
An expert is actually hiding among us!
Only his mouth stubbornly expressed his true feelings. Hot, hot, hot!
Next time, change to a bowl with a handle.
Delicious was just one word. They had already said it countless times.
Professor Li sat among the students with a bowl of noodles in his hands. He smelled the fragrance of the chicken soup and the sternness in his eyes dissipated a little.
The chicken soup was made from an old hen. It was not as clear as water, but it tasted first-class.
The soup was 80% full and the noodles were just right. It was decorated with chopped green onions and coriander. It was so simple that it made one's fingers move.
Even the uncle who had not left earlier was lucky enough to get a bowl.
He had heard from the chef that he could bring him a bowl of noodles if there was leftover, but there was no bowl.
How should he put it? Other than being chased by pigs when he was young, he had never run so fast before.
"Slurp, Slurp, Slurp."
"It's too delicious."
The eldest brother held the bowl and sat opposite the village chief.
"Do you want garlic?" he asked the village chief furtively.”As he spoke, he took out two garlic from his pocket.
As the saying goes, if you eat noodles but not garlic, the fragrance will be reduced by half.
Song Jun nodded and shared.
The office was full of men, so there was no problem at all.
Please Huahua, thank you!
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