Although there are no tickets to Mars, it’s okay. Compared to Su Qingluan’s fancy ramen-making skills, the Su family is more interested in the noodles themselves.
What's more, everyone had heard of dragon beard noodles, but it was the first time for Yang and Su Guangfu to actually see it, not to mention the two children.
"Now I finally know what the storyteller meant by 'dragon beard noodles,'" Yang said with a sigh. "These noodles are almost as long as a hair. Isn't that 'dragon beard'?"
Su Xuanhe was eager to try: "I see my mother often threading a needle with cotton thread, I wonder if my sister's noodles can be threaded through a needle."
Seeing that no one seemed to care about her socially awkward behavior, Su Qingluan relaxed herself and explained, "If a chef specializing in ramen noodles were to do it, he should be able to do it. Your sister, I'm still far from being skilled enough to reach that level."
In her previous life, she once saw a chef who had been concentrating on making noodles for nearly thirty years at a cooking exchange conference. His skills were so superb that not only could he thread the noodles through a needle, he could even pass several thin noodles through the eye of the needle. It was simply a magical skill.
Although it cannot be said that it happened in the previous life, Su Qingluan usually likes to borrow various miscellaneous books from Mu Xingzhi, so she can easily fool everyone by just saying that she has seen it in a book, and it is estimated that the person really exists.
Anyway, she just needs to say that she can't remember where she saw it. Mu Xingzhi has so many books, it's impossible for someone to check them one by one, right?
In order to ensure that the floating flour on the surface of the noodles does not dilute the thick soup base, Su Qingluan used the small casserole used to boil radish to cook the noodles.
Dragon beard noodles are very thin, so they are cooked as soon as they are put into the pot, so there is no need to wait any longer.
What's more, Su Qingluan used the small casserole not to cook the noodles completely, but to wash off the layer of flour on the surface with boiling water, and then use a colander to scoop it back into the big pot of boiling bone soup.
While waiting for the food to boil again, Su Qingluan cut the cucumber she had washed into thin strips, added the sesame sauce she had diluted earlier to the onion strips, and also added the smoked marinade.
The braised and smoked offal has a special aroma. After being mixed with cucumber and onion shreds, the original rich taste becomes more refreshing.
However, when the dish was being served cold, the sesame sauce sank to the bottom, so Su Qingluan had to spend a little more time stirring the sesame sauce, which wasted some time.
Just as she was mixing all the ingredients, Yang, who was watching nearby, rushed over and said, "Give me the colander, or I'll throw the pot over!"
Su Qingluan turned her head and found that the originally calm and tranquil pork bone soup was now covered with fine white foam. Fortunately, Yang came to the rescue, otherwise the stove below would be extinguished. Although it would not cause any gas poisoning or explosion, it would be troublesome to clean the wet furnace.
What's more, Su Qingluan would feel bad if too much bone marrow soup was spilled.
With Yang's help, five large bowls of pork bone soup noodles were ready soon.
Su Qingluan placed a piece of pork shank, a few pieces of minced meat, and a few slices of white radish in each bowl. Finally, she sprinkled some coriander and chopped green onions on each bowl as a final seasoning and garnish.
Because he had been watching the fun at the door, when he saw Su Qing sprinkle the chopped green onions, Su Xuanhe also ran over to help.
He looked left and right, pointed at the two bowls of noodles that Su Qingluan said were for his parents, and shouted, "Dad and Mom each have an extra piece of meat in their bowl!"
Su Xueyan stuck out her tongue at him and said, "Brother, you have no shame! You're a child too, so of course you should have less. Besides, I have less in my parents' bowls than they do in my parents'!"
"I...I'm growing!"
"Sister is also growing! And she has two pieces of flesh just like us!" Su Xueyan argued unconvinced.
Su Qingluan heard Su Xuanhe's complaints and came over with a plate of cold smoked offal. "Are you mad at your parents too? If you worked hard all day, you could get a piece of meat! Besides, who's the one who gets an upset stomach every time you eat too much?"
Seeing his elder sister also come over to talk to him, and thinking about how his father and mother had indeed been very hard-working in recent days, Su Xuanhe lowered his head and remained silent.
However, Su Guangfu and Yang heard what the children said, and when it was time to eat, they gave a piece of meat from their bowls to each of the three children.
Su Qingluan naturally refused to take it, and so did Su Xueyan. She even snorted at Su Xuanhe before putting the meat back.
Su Xuanhe muttered: "I... I just said that... I also hope that parents can eat more meat and not work so hard..." Then he put the meat back.
Su Qingluan was amused by his aggrieved look. "Hey, Su Xiaoer, can you please stop looking like you're not being given any food? Look at this bowl of noodles. Can you eat it all and then complain about not having enough meat?"
This little brother has a very simple mindset and always thinks that eating more will help him grow faster. But a child of about seven years old, who is not a fat boy, how much can he eat even if he is served?
The result is that we often encounter situations where we have big eyes but a small stomach and overestimate our own capabilities.
But this kid still had a bit of a spirit of not admitting defeat. As long as he could eat it, he would continue to eat even if it reached his neck. As a result, he often felt uncomfortable in his stomach, which made Su Qingluan laugh and cry.
So this time, when she saw her brother was about to have his old illness again, she quickly reminded him to avoid being the one to suffer.
Dragon beard noodles are much thinner than ordinary noodles, so they become more flavorful after being stewed in bone broth.
Su Qingluan rinsed the noodles with cold water before putting them into the bone soup, so this bowl of dragon beard noodles not only did not have the soft texture of the original soup noodles, but was very chewy and smooth.
Such thin noodles are very smooth to eat. After a while, the voices of people talking at the table gradually died down, replaced by the constant "slurp" and "slurp" sounds of slurping noodles.
Su Xueyan took a big gulp of the soup: "Sister, this noodle soup is so delicious! It seems to be made with fat!"
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "It's not fat, it's bone marrow. It's much more fragrant than fat." And the bone marrow is also rich in fat, so the bone broth made from it is very rich.
"This soup is delicious, but it makes my mouth sticky..." The little girl frowned and smacked her lips. "My throat feels like it's stuck too!"
Su Qingluan thought that this little girl had a strong ability of description. Wasn't it because the soup was too rich and she felt sick?
Thinking of this, she pushed the plate - oh no, to be precise, "a pot" of cold dishes over to her - and asked her to try the shredded cucumber or shredded onion in it to relieve the greasiness.
"The shredded onions are so spicy!" The little girl was still frightened by the fact that her brother had tricked her into eating raw onions.
"These onions have been marinated with seasonings, so they won't be that spicy. Eat two fewer." Su Qingluan looked at her sister.
Out of trust in her elder sister, Su Xueyan carefully picked up a piece of scallion shreds.
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