Chapter 244 Sauce Noodles
Long Chen was lying on the bed waiting for An Ge to come back, but his wife never showed up.
I sighed helplessly, got up, washed up, and started cooking.
The food standards given to Ange by the tribe are as high as those for the priests.
Later, Long Chen became the highest standard in the tribe, and good things would be given to Long Chen first - and in double portions.
But today, Long Chen didn't want to eat the food sent by the tribe for breakfast, nor did he go out hunting alone.
After thinking about it, I cooked some noodles.
The flour was ground in advance in the tribe, and Lang Yi would send them a bag every once in a while.
Long Chen stood in front of the chopping board and took off his shirt, revealing his strong chest and forearms. The flour was piled into a small hill in the basin. I took a few fire bird eggs and beat them in with one hand. With the other hand, I slowly poured in salt water and kneaded it hard with my knuckles. Gradually, the dough took shape.
The dough that had been proofed was thrown onto the table with a muffled "pop" sound. He pushed with his palm and folded the back of his hand, his movements were as smooth as if he was taming a living thing.
When the dough was as smooth as silk, he covered it with a wet cloth and waited for it to rise.
Then she scooped up some of the pickles and dried mushrooms that Ange had dried earlier, chopped them up and stir-fried them with the minced meat, making it into a sauce to be eaten with noodles.
When the cloth was pulled away, the dough had rebounded slightly.
He rolled out the dough, cut it into thick strips with a flash of a knife, and spread it evenly with oil using his fingertips.
Pinch both ends with both hands and give a shake of your wrists - the noodles draw an arc in the air, becoming thinner and thinner, and finally "shua" falls into the boiling pot.
As the white mist rose, he squinted and stared at the surging waves of noodles. When they were almost cooked, he scooped them out and threw them into the ice water, so that each strand became translucent.
Pour the fried臊子 into the soup, add the noodle soup, and place two soft-boiled eggs on top.
Then, he took the bowl and went to the tribe to find Ange.
Lang Yi has already learned his name, and Ange is teaching him to write other characters.
At this time, Long Chen was carrying the bowl of noodles through the tribe. The hot steam, carrying the aroma of noodles and臊子, rose into white mist.
The rich aroma permeates wherever it passes, the golden color of the runny egg flows, and the long and thin ramen noodles are clearly visible, with an attractive luster.
The people in the tribe stretched their necks to look into the bowl, their mouths watering at the delicious smell.
"Wife, it's time for dinner." A deep voice came from above my head.
Ange looked up and met his dark golden pupils.
He knelt down on one knee and handed the bowl to her. Under the envious eyes of the crowd, he said softly: "Would you like to try the noodles I made?"
Ange's stomach growled in response. She swallowed and carefully took it.
The temperature of the hot soup was transmitted to my palm through the ceramic bowl.
The first bite of noodles is chewy and the rich soup instantly awakens your taste buds.
She narrowed her eyes in satisfaction and gurgled in her throat, "Ah~ It's so delicious!"
She hasn't had proper noodles for a long, long time.
The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he reached out to wipe the soup stains on her cheek. His fingertips were rough but gentle, "Eat slowly, there's more if it's not enough."
The size of the pottery bowl was made according to the average food intake of orcs.
Ange felt that this bowl was definitely not enough. She felt that she could eat a whole cow at this moment.
After slurping down half a bowl of noodles, it felt as if my soul had been sublimated. She ate the rest and walked back, "I'm going back for a second bowl."
Long Chen looked at her lovingly and smiled, "Okay."
Lang Yi stared at Ange as he finished the big bowl of noodles, his saliva dripping down his throat.
"Sister, is it delicious?"
Ange nodded frantically, "Super delicious."
Lang Yi swallowed hard - he wanted to eat too.
But this was made by Long Chen for his elder sister, and he couldn’t ask her for it.
"I'll stop here for today, and I'll come back every day to teach you the rest."
After Ange finished speaking, she took the remaining half bowl of noodles and ate while walking.
Long Chen was worried that she would choke, so he picked her up with one hand and let her sit in his arms, "I'll hold you while you eat, don't fall."
The dragon people always put her first in everything, and any stones on the road will be smoothed out for her in advance.
"Have you eaten?" Ange asked.
Long Chen: "I can't wait to come find you once it's done."
Ange immediately passed the bowl to his mouth and fed him some noodles with chopsticks, "I'll feed you."
Long Chen opened his mouth and ate.
It's obviously salty noodles, why does it turn sweet when I put it in my mouth?
My heart feels sweet too.
Feeding your wife really makes you sweeter.
Back at the cave balcony, Long Chen put An Ge down and pointed at the stone table under the tree and said to An Ge: "Go sit there for a while, I'll go cook noodles for you."
Ange went over and sat quietly.
So good, his wife is really so good.
Long Chen was so attracted to his obedient wife that he was about to sprout flowers.
I washed two fist-sized strawberries and gave them to Ange. "Eat a fruit first. I'll finish it soon."
"Okay." Ange took it with a smile.
Like a little rabbit, biting the strawberry one bite at a time, Long Chen felt sweet in his heart.
He walked to the chopping board and started making noodles in the same way.
Ange was holding the covered bowl to drink the soup. When she put it down, she was stunned to see Long Chen's very modern way of making noodles!
She knew that the little dragon had traveled to the modern era in order to find her.
Are you sure you are going to look for your wife? Didn’t you go to New Oriental?
Long Chen saw Ange's expression of admiration and love from the corner of his eye, and he felt extremely proud.
It was worth it that he wasted several bags of flour and practiced secretly for more than half a month.
All your efforts will be rewarded!
Long Chen quickly cooked a bowl of noodles and brought it to Ange, "Be careful, it's hot."
Ange held his hand and said, "Sit down."
Long Chen thought Ange wanted him to eat with her, so he sat down next to her.
Ange pushed the bowl in front of him, "Hubby, you eat."
Long Chen's heart suddenly stopped, as if he was hit by a bullet or teased by a feather. The blood roared in my eardrums and my fingertips pinched into my palms unconsciously.
How dare she...how dare she use such a sweet and soft voice to shout out such a possessive name?
Long Chen grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and stared into her eyes: "Scream again."
Ange's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she smiled slyly, and her red lips slightly parted: "Husband."
Hold.
Long Chen doesn't want to eat this bowl of noodles anymore...
He kissed her almost fiercely, as if he wanted to chew the two words into pieces and swallow them into his lungs.
The moment his lips pressed down, the world suddenly lost weight.
The oxygen was taken away rudely, and the lungs contracted in vain in the chest cavity.
Ange subconsciously clutched the fabric on his chest, her knuckles turning white from the force, but it only resulted in more ferocious demands.
The tip of his tongue pried open the teeth, and his hot breath mixed with the faint smell of toothpaste poured in like a raging wildfire.
A feeling of dizziness surged over my head.
Ange's eyelashes trembled helplessly, and tiny stars exploded in her vision. I hear my own rapid heartbeat and the ambiguous sound of water between my lips and teeth.
Every time she tried to tilt her head to catch her breath, he would grab the back of her head and press it deeper into him.
The moment his consciousness began to blur, he finally stepped back slightly.
The silver thread was about to break, and she gasped for breath, but he wiped the corner of her wet lips with his thumb: "Wife, I want it."
There was a satisfied smile in the deep, hoarse voice, as if he was admiring the beauty of his dying prey.
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