"It's nothing, I was just thinking of making noodles with pork bone broth for breakfast. Do you guys want some?"
When Gu Yunyang arrived, he had already purchased some noodles.
In Northeast China, this thing is said to be even less important than instant noodles.
But in the South, when it's inconvenient, this is what we cook.
The average person in the South is not as skilled at making noodles as the person in the North.
Because rice is the main food in the south, and in some places, rice is eaten for all three meals a day.
As for hand-pulled noodles?
It's too troublesome, there's basically none.
"Eat it, why not?" Han Xue made a quick decision and agreed without hesitation.
Gu Yunyang nodded, got up, and went into the kitchen.
Han Xue stood there, her nose twitching, and complained, "They actually made milk powder for the puppy again. This person is worse than a dog."
Then she remembered that she had also made malted milk powder for a few puppies, and she stuck out her tongue.
My approach doesn't seem much better than others'.
The noodles smelled delicious, and Gu Yunyang had originally planned to secretly add two drops of sesame oil.
The flavor was even better.
However, considering that people nowadays have noses like dogs, they can smell the lingering aroma in the air as soon as you get a piece of meat.
He stopped.
After thinking for a moment, I dipped some lard in a chopstick and put it into a bowl of noodles.
"It tastes just as good."
This lard is the kind of oil that our ancestors have been consuming for thousands of years.
Gu Yunyang thought that in a few years, it would be smeared by Western capital as unhealthy oil.
Their goal is to promote what they call genetically modified soybean oil.
Gu Yunyang felt very sad.
"Time to eat noodles."
Gu Yunyang called out and brought out a bowl of food, just about to eat.
Then I saw Gu Changbai standing in the courtyard.
My older cousin stood there, looking rather shy.
He is somewhat introverted.
Gu Yunyang had already noticed this.
However, he is a man of action; he is introverted and doesn't talk much, but he always takes the initiative to get things done.
These are probably the workers that future capitalists will like the most.
"Brother Changbai is here? Would you like something to eat?"
"No, no need." Gu Changbai smiled, looking at Gu Yunyang with a very affectionate gaze.
Gu Yunyang didn't feel awkward at all; he was just being polite.
He counted and cooked three bowls of noodles.
He had a big bowl, a big enamel bowl, a huge bowl.
The remaining two small enamel bowls were given to Han Xue and Yang Shengnan, one for each of them.
There are no extras at all.
If Gu Changbai were an extroverted person, Gu Yunyang wouldn't dare to ask.
"Brother Changbai, wait a minute. You must be here about sugar making, right?"
As he spoke, Gu Yunyang slurped up a mouthful of noodles and ate them in one gulp.
I took another sip of soup.
The rich broth, the flavor of pork bones, the milky white color, and the aroma of lard.
marvelous.
Gu Yunyang discovered that the greatest ability he gained from the original owner of the body after his rebirth was his culinary skills.
In my past life, I was a complete novice when it came to cooking.
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