Uh, not today.
'The weather is nice', it's very... cloudy.
He went to the old man's place mainly to restock the kitchen. The so-called "stock" usually consisted of cooked food and semi-processed food, which was convenient for the two busy men to eat when they came back from their late shift.
He used to prepare dumplings, buns, steamed buns, pancakes, dry noodles, eggs, etc. As for cooked food, because of the cold weather and the short cooking time, there was no need to worry about it going bad.
After waking up today, he really wanted to eat instant noodles, so today he decided to try it out with the old man to see if he could make his own instant noodles.
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To make the noodles tasty, Xiao Yu first boiled a pot of pheasant soup, which he then used with eggs to knead the noodles. This way, the noodles would be not only chewy but also delicious.
that is--
"How do I make the noodles into thin curls?" The magic can shape the noodles instantly, but the question is how to make the noodles thin and curled?
"Got it..." Xiao Yu saw the vermicelli on the shelf and remembered the handmade vermicelli he had seen in a documentary before. It seemed that it was made with a colander.
There is no colander here, but he can punch a hole in a bamboo bucket and make it into a syringe shape. Then he can inject the liquid directly from the hole.
The method is correct and it can be rolled up according to his ideas.
Next is the steamer and oil pan.
Xiao Yu placed eight bamboo strips in a steamer, brought the water to a boil, and steamed them for five minutes. Then, he deep-fried the bamboo strips and the noodles in the oil. For testing, he fried the first batch eight times at different times.
After frying, I broke off a third of the dough and soaked it in water. I chose the ones that tasted best. In the end, I had 32 finished pieces.
"By the way, when were instant noodles invented?" Xiao Yu was making instant noodles with the marinade when he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have looked up this question online before. It seemed to be in the late 1950s or early 1960s. He couldn't remember the exact time.
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"What delicious food do you want to make?" Political Commissar Hu shouted at the gate.
Xiao Yu knew that they were here to inspect the hygiene, so he hurried out to greet them.
The sanitation of the room, under the two dust-repelling talismans, was naturally clean. After Xiao Yuhu, the political commissar, insisted, he used boiling water and chicken broth to make him a bowl of noodles in front of him.
Political Commissar Hu watched him take a piece of dry noodles, add boiling water, soak it for less than three minutes, and finally add some seasoning and oil soup, and it became so fragrant that people couldn't stop eating.
Although I felt embarrassed, I still sat down and ate.
"This is so delicious!" Political Commissar Hu gave Xiao Yu a thumbs-up while eating. "And is this recipe of yours specially prepared for Comrade Lao Zhou and the others?"
Xiao Yu nodded.
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Political Commissar Hu was envious and jealous: "Old Zhou is so lucky. You always make him something delicious every time you come."
Xiao Yu took out his notebook and said, "Grandpa often forgets to eat, and it will cause stomach problems over time. It's just a little snack, no trouble."
When Political Commissar Hu saw the words "no trouble," he almost didn't recognize them. Every time he came to inspect, this guy would make delicious food for Old Zhou.
He picked up the bowl with envy and drank the last bit of soup in it. "By the way, I brought your salary for last month today. I heard that your family now has eleven orphans of retired martyrs living in your house. How are you doing? Can you still take care of them all?"
Xiao Yu nodded: "Don't worry, leader, seven of them are already working. Grandpa also gave them subsidies, which is enough for now."
"That's good, that's good." Political Commissar Hu handed Xiao Yu thirty-five yuan and some coupons. "Starting next month, salaries will be paid on the fifth of every month."
Xiao Yu nodded and quickly wrote in the notebook: "Thank you, Chief Hu."
Political Commissar Hu waved his hand, stood up, and said, "Alright, I'm leaving now. You should pack up and go back quickly. Otherwise, it will be too late and it will be difficult to get a ride."
Xiao Yu nodded and sent the person to the gate.
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Making noodles wasted time today, and there was no time to make anything else. Xiao Yu saved a pot and a bowl of the white fish and dried shrimps he fried in the wild yesterday.
He also wrote down how to eat instant noodles, then took the twelve intact noodles and the eight leftovers and went home with his child on his back.
It was hard to get a ride these days, so in order to catch the five o'clock bus, Xiao Yu left the complex at four forty, walking and running. He finally arrived at the station five minutes early.
"Take your seat." Xiao Yu finally got on the bus. Just as he squeezed to the back door, someone pulled his arm. He turned around and saw: the male protagonist.
Then I looked at the seat next to the one I gave up - the female lead.
Isn't today a weekday? Why are these two here? And doesn't the male lead live in a neighborhood near Mr. Zhou's?
Xiao Yu waved his hand, firmly rejecting Long Xunhai's offer. He didn't want to sit with the heroine. He was superstitious, afraid of having his luck sucked away. He was a mere cannon fodder, barely surviving.
Long Xunhai looked at his expression and sat down expressionlessly.
Xiao Yu touched his nose, feeling that he was being very ungrateful in this situation.
To avoid embarrassment, he moved and moved to another seat after the next group of people got off. Even when someone offered him a seat elsewhere, he firmly refused. He was still young and could stand, so he didn't need to give up his seat.
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