After he finished speaking, he glanced at the clock on the wall again, "In at most half an hour, I'll be able to eat hot noodles."
Upon hearing that Shu Ying wanted to eat noodles, Song Zhaodi immediately stood up, gently patted Shu Ying's shoulder, and also went to the kitchen.
"Let me do it. I don't usually see you in the kitchen. You only come in to help out at most. Fresh meat noodles are very particular. What if Yingying can't eat them if you make them and they don't taste good?"
Xie Zhiyan pushed her towards the kitchen exit, saying, "Sister, you should rest well. I can't guarantee anything else, but I'll definitely make the noodles."
His parents were busy with work and couldn't take care of him and Xie Wanying most of the time, so he learned to make all kinds of noodles at a young age.
Xie Wanying was also very picky about food. His parents had always taught him that since his sister was a girl, he needed to take good care of her. However, he never expected that he would take care of her for so many years, only to find out in the end that they were not related by blood at all.
Xie Zhiyan knew he couldn't say these things at this time, so he simply talked about his cooking experience in a roundabout way.
Song Zhaodi was amused by him. "Alright, alright, no need to argue. It's just a matter of cooking a meal, it won't take long. You can show off your cooking skills another day. You both look exhausted. You've been resting at home all day without doing anything. Cooking a meal won't be tiring. You can go out and rest with them for a while. Have a bowl of noodles later, and I guarantee you'll feel warm all over."
Watching the two of them keep making excuses in the kitchen, Shu Ying's eyes curved into crescents. This was what home felt like.
She waved to Xie Zhiyan in the kitchen, "Zhiyan, come and sit for a while. Your sister is just worried about you. Besides, the fresh meat noodles I make are so delicious. You've probably never had them before."
Xie Zhiyan couldn't argue any further, so he finally listened to Shu Ying. The two of them sat on the sofa in the living room, each taking a piece of Song Zhaodi's drink. Finally, they had something to eat, and Shu Ying felt a bit more revitalized.
She lay back on the sofa, then sat up, propping her face up with one hand, her eyes fixed on Song Zhaodi, who was kneading dough in the kitchen.
"Sister, why are the noodles you make so chewy and delicious? I've tried making them myself many times since you taught me last time, but they're never the same as yours. Either the taste is a little off, or the noodles are too soft. In short, it's not right. But why is the dough so obedient in your hands?"
Song Zhaodi was very familiar with everything in the kitchen, so her requirements for cooking were quite high. When kneading dough, she required three cleans: her hands, the dough, and the bowl.
Once the dough is kneaded, the surrounding area is clean, unlike her situation where she had to add more flour than water or more water than flour.
Song Zhaodi didn't stop what she was doing, but after hearing Shu Ying's words, the smile on her face deepened.
"The softness of the dough is sometimes related to the water. If you use hot water, the dough will be relatively softer. If you use cold water, the dough will be harder. You need to decide what kind of water to use based on your own taste and the different foods you are making."
Shu Ying suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. I always like to use warm water to knead the dough. No wonder my noodles always turn out so soft and mushy and don't taste good."
Song Zhaodi worked quickly, and before she knew it, she had kneaded the dough. She put on an apron, took out a rolling pin, and in a few quick movements, rolled the dough into a thin sheet. After folding it in half, she took out a knife and quickly cut the sheet into noodles.
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