Su Ying looked around at the students coming and going, blushing and covering her mouth with her hands as she ran back. Looking at how intimate the two were, Mi Xian couldn't help but shake her head and sigh.
When they arrived at the door again, the security guard let the two of them leave the school smoothly.
After driving the car to deliver the rice noodles, I couldn't help but walk slowly back to the hotel, just as exercise.
The live game show has been postponed, so I'll give myself a day to relax. It's a rare day to have a break, so I went to the warehouse to get some pork. I couldn't help but want to make a bowl of noodles from my hometown.
In the quiet room, the sound of my face slapping could be heard. I also entered a rare state of concentration that I hadn't seen for a long time.
After the dough is formed into a ball, it is time to make the臊子. Take 3 parts fat and 7 parts lean pork butt, remove the skin, separate the fat and lean parts, and cut them into small pieces.
Pour a little salad oil into the pan to grease it. Add the fat and stir-fry until it turns a light yellow. Then add the lean meat and stir-fry until it turns white. Add baijiu to remove the fishy smell, then add chopped scallions, sliced ginger, and minced garlic. Light and dark soy sauce adds color, and finally, thirteen spices for a bit of flavor. The stew is ready.
The dough that has been proofed is beaten and kneaded until it becomes smooth. Cut the dough into small pieces, knead it into strips, add it to the purchased noodle machine and start pressing it directly into the pot of boiling water.
After several dough balls were cooked and rinsed with cold water, Luo Bo picked a bowl and started to taste it.
It seems his cooking skills haven't deteriorated. As he was eating his second bowl, the uncle who cooked opened the door and came into the kitchen. Seeing Luo Bo, he said, "Hey, is the boss cooking?"
"Well, Master Song, would you like to try it?" Luo Bo slurped the noodles and pointed at the noodles that had been rinsed with cold water.
Master Song was not polite either. He took the bowl and slurped it up. "Hmm~ Not bad, boss. Your skills are comparable to those of ordinary pastry chefs. The dough is well kneaded, but the flavor of the sauce is a little lacking."
Luo Bo couldn't help but frown, and instantly wanted to make him disappear. "You're just an amateur, and you're giving me serious comments? If I can do well, what use do I need you for?"
"Hmph." Luo Bo finished slurping the noodles in his bowl and turned to leave the kitchen. No wonder he was fired. This stubborn guy came to make trouble for him from both ends.
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