The blessing of the splendid farm family is married to the world

Chapter 6 Soba Noodles
The egg yolk was quickly stirred by the chopsticks, and the egg liquid in the bowl was mixed into a golden yellow. An Xu put down the bowl, stood up and filled a piece of firewood into the stove, and then took the chopsticks to smash it from the right side of the stove. Pull out the bowl of oil residue that was dug out of the box.

At this time, it has just entered the winter moon, and the weather is slightly cold. The fried roots are slightly solidified into milky white, and as soon as they touch the hot bottom of the pot, they immediately melt into hot oil.

An Xu picked up the bowl and poured the egg liquid from the egg into the pot. This is a movable pot that can be taken off from the stove. Take two cloth towels to cover the edge of the pot, and turn it gently so that the egg liquid touches the pot. Hotter pan noodles, quickly form a thin layer.

Three or two times, one egg liquid is turned, and a completed golden egg skin appears on the surface of the pot.

Inspired by the lard, the unique fragrance of eggs bursts into a strong and attractive fragrance.

An Xu felt that his empty stomach was already rumbling, as if he had just run a few empty trains.

Quickly took the egg skin and put it on the empty plate that had just been washed, An Xu turned around and took out two doughs from a porcelain basin on the ground.

This is made with the buckwheat noodles in that bag.

An Xu picked up eggs before, and when he was looking for a bowl, he found a bed in the pile of firewood. There is a push-in handle that fits right on top of the pan.

Although it was very old, An Xu checked that it was usable. Anyway, buckwheat noodles are the most in this family at present, and this meal is going to be made of glutinous rice noodles.

As for the two liters of noodles, let's make pimple soup sooner or later. She is a newcomer, even if she is sure that she will not lose money, she still has to stay for dinner.

What's more, the guy from the Zong family copied the book in exchange for this side, and he cooked it all at once, which is too disrespectful.

In this thought, An Xu has already put a smooth buckwheat dough in the cylinder of the 饸饹 bed. The firewood stove is very powerful. The two gourds and scoops of water added just now are gurgling away. , the thin holes leaked strips and fell into the boiling water.

The boiling of the water surface stopped for a while, but because the firewood under the stove was not extinguished, the 饸饹 soon floated on the surface of the water without a fence. An Xu just took two chopsticks and picked it into the cold water basin neatly and smoothly .

Picking while cooking like this, in less than ten minutes, a basket of golden yellow buckwheat noodles came out.

If possible, you can add two tablespoons of rapeseed oil and mix it, but now there is nothing, the oil used to fry the egg skins is leftover lard root, think of rapeseed oil, dreaming?

An Xu looked at the 饸饹 in the porcelain basin, but she didn't dislike it, because she was already hungry to the limit. She peeled a few garlic and crushed them, poured them in and mixed them evenly. She simply added a little salt, and then took a chopstick and put it in her mouth. .

After taking this bite, I realized that there is still one person in the family, and I have to give a share of the finished food to the boy of the Zong family. An Xu looked into the thatched hut over there, and he probably didn't see that she was eating from a basin just now.

What's more, when she ate, there was no drop or half of it left, so she should not be regarded as a scapegoat.

An Xu picked up a clean black ceramic bowl, filled a full bowl, and delivered it to the door of the thatched cottage. The people in the house sat by the window, and they didn't seem to see anyone at the door.

"Dinner." An Xu knocked on the door frame.

Zong Che was a little surprised, thinking that he would have to be ridiculed again before he could eat this lunch. Since she started cooking, he watched the shadow on the ground count the time, and at least half an hour has passed by now.

Although she didn't know what to cook for more than half an hour, this was undoubtedly the longest time she spent cooking. A quarter of an hour ago, she would say that he should be grateful for eating dry food.

Zong Che picked up the stick in his hand, got up to the door, and saw a woman with a blue apron tied around her waist, her arms and sleeves rolled up, her hair tied behind her head with a branch, looking clean and neat.

Somewhat unfamiliar.

An Xu handed over the rice bowl in his hand, thinking rationally, looking at this man with peace of mind.

Confirming that she didn't intend to take the opportunity to humiliate himself, Zong Che took a deep look at her, took the bowl and turned to leave.

An Xu: That's it? ? ?
No thank you at all?

Could it be that good-looking people are so proud by nature, treating those around them with contempt like a king?
With more reason, An Xu turned and went to the kitchen.

The buckwheat noodles are golden in color, and you can feel the strength of the teeth when you pick them up with chopsticks. With the rich garlic juice, the taste is very attractive.

An Xu has never been so hungry before, ahhh, he stuffed his mouth full with one bite, and the feeling of his belly being full is really wonderful.

Food is really the greatest discovery of mankind, and cooking is really the most powerful skill in the world.

Zong Che took a bite, his frown relaxed unconsciously, and at the same time, a strange feeling flashed in his heart. Today's An Xu seems to be very different from the past.

"Is Dani at home?"

A woman came and stopped at the gate of the fence. She was dressed in blue cloth with three or four patches, and she looked over with a flattering smile in her eyes.

An Xu: This is strange, does anyone still need to please the original owner?
"Come in." Putting down the bowl with only one root left, An Xu stood up and walked out of the kitchen shed.

(End of this chapter)