Chapter 7 Sliced ​​Noodles Who poisoned her?

The next day, Jiang Yanyi woke up at five o'clock in the morning.

The wound on her forehead hurt so much at night that she did not sleep well. Thinking that she would have to go to Huotouying to make breakfast soon, she simply got dressed and got up quietly.

It was also at this time that she found that Chunxiang's bed opposite was empty.

At this time, it was still gray outside. Jiang Yanyi thought Chunxiang had gotten up at night and did not care.

She went outside the barracks to wash up.

There were several large vats outside. The water in them was for the women in the barracks. Every day, the soldiers in charge of carrying water would fill them with water.

She scooped up two handfuls of water and patted her face to clean it. In the early morning of late autumn, the water in the vat was so cold that it penetrated into her bones. Jiang Yanyi shivered with cold. The weather is still tolerable now, but if it gets colder, you might catch a cold if you wash your face with this water.

The conditions in the military camp are not good, and many people don't brush their teeth, but Jiang Yanyi has a slight cleanliness obsession and naturally can't stand it.

The ancients chewed poplar branches until they were soft and used them as toothbrushes. There was a poplar forest behind their barracks, and Jiang Yanyi was going to break off a poplar branch to use as a toothbrush.

As soon as she arrived at the poplar forest, she saw Chunxiang coming out of the forest with her skirt lifted up. Her hair and clothes were a little messy, and there were purple marks from her neck to her chest, and there was some white sperm on the corner of her skirt. She bumped into

Jiang Yanyi head-on, and Chunxiang's face was a little flustered. She turned her eyes away, quickly covered her chest with the clothes on her chest, and went to the barracks.

Jiang Yanyi had never eaten pork, but he had seen a pig that couldn't run away.

She had no right to comment on other people's private lives, so in order to avoid embarrassment, she deliberately broke off a few more poplar branches and went back later.

When Jiang Yanyi returned to the barracks, Chunxiang had already changed into a clean dress, and the other women also got up one after another.

When they finished washing and went to Huotouying, the fire had already been lit on the stove.

Liu Cheng took a leave today, and it was Zhao Touer who assigned work to the women. Jiang Yanyi went directly to the barracks to help Chef Li.

Making breakfast is relatively simple. Whether it is steamed buns or noodles, there is only one process of kneading the dough. It's just that the quantity is huge, so it's still hard work.

The breakfast to be made for the generals this morning is knife-cut noodles, and Chef Li asked Jiang Yanyi to ferment the noodles in advance.

Jiang Yanyi knew that making knife-cut noodles was a test of the kneading skills. The amount of flour and water could not be sloppy at all. Too much or too little would cause problems.

If the noodles were not kneaded well, not only would they stick to the knife when cut, but they would also be easily cut and the noodles would not look good when they came out of the pot.

She immediately put in her utmost attention.

Chef Li sat by the chopping board, drinking morning tea and watching Jiang Yanyi knead the noodles.

Because of the two bowls of hot and sour noodles yesterday, Chef Li had always felt that Jiang Yanyi's skills in making pastry were not up to par, so he was ready to teach her a thing or two. However, he found that Jiang Yanyi's kneading movements were very professional, and he could not find any fault with her. She did not look like a novice.

He suddenly felt strange, but before he could ask, he suddenly felt a cramp in his stomach. Chef Li felt something was wrong, so he put down the tea bowl in his hand and hurried to the toilet.

Jiang Yanyi glanced to the side and saw Chunxiang taking away the tea bowl that Chef Li had placed on the chopping board. She felt a strange feeling inexplicably.

Chef Li had gone to the toilet countless times this morning and he was so exhausted that he could not stand still.

Seeing him like this, the other chefs asked him to go to the military doctor as soon as possible, saying that they were in charge of the Huotouying and there would be no chaos. But Chef Li was stubborn and insisted on staying here to watch.

Tou'er Zhao was close friends with Chef Li. He was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet: "You must have drunk too much last night and the food got cold, so you have an upset stomach today!"

Chef Li sat paralyzed on the chair, not having the strength to speak: "You are really old and useless. You are like this after eating cold food."

Tou'er Zhao called a young and strong fireman to carry Chef Li on his back. "Don't be stubborn with me. Hurry up and let the military doctor take your pulse and prescribe medicine. How can you go on like this!"

Chef Li waved his hands, looking pale: "Just get through this. We have to prepare lunch later. Today we have to make braised lion's head for the general. No one in the fire camp knows how to cook this dish except me. If the dish can't be served, the entire fire camp won't be able to cope with it."

Zhao Tou'er also knew that he was talking about a problem. He was extremely anxious for a moment, but still said, "Didn't you teach that kid Liu Cheng how to cook this dish a few days ago? You go back and have a rest. That kid is the same. He took a leave today. I'll ask someone to call him back."

"He only learned the basics. His skills are not good enough..."

Chef Li was halfway through his words when his stomach started to ache again. He held his stomach and didn't even have the strength to stand up. It was still two fire soldiers who carried him to the toilet.

Jiang Yanyi looked at Chef Li's hunched back and fell into deep thought. Even if he had eaten cold dishes, he wouldn't have had such diarrhea.

Chef Li only drank a bowl of morning tea this morning, but that morning tea was brewed in a large teapot, and other people in Huotou Camp also drank it, which showed that it was not a problem with the morning tea.

Thinking of Chunxiang coming over and taking away Chef Li's tea bowl after Chef Li went to the toilet, Jiang Yanyi's heart sank. Maybe the problem was with the tea bowl.

She looked around and didn't see Chunxiang in the barracks.

The dough had been kneaded almost, and the chefs on the stove began to cut noodles and boil them in water.

There are now a total of 200,000 troops in the Xizhou camp, with at least 800 generals and generals. Chef Li, who is the best at cutting noodles, has a stomachache and has to make 1,800 servings of knife-cut noodles in a hurry. The rest of the chefs dare not delay at all.

Seeing that she had no work to do for the time being, Jiang Yanyi was about to go outside to see if Chunxiang was there, but she was stopped by a chef as soon as she reached the door of the barracks.

"Can a girl make knife-cut noodles?"

Another chef said while quickly cutting noodles into the pot: "Come on, you saw what this girl did to the noodles yesterday."

As soon as these words came out, the chefs on the stoves all laughed, but there was not much malice.

Jiang Yanyi was a little confused by the laughter. She scratched her head, not understanding why she didn't make the hot and sour noodles well last night.

The chef who spoke first said, "One more person means one more pair of hands. Let the girl cook for the centurions."

The other chefs thought that was the truth. After all, the centurions were rough people. No matter how exquisite the food was, it would taste like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit in their mouths.

Jiang Yanyi was called over to make knife-cut noodles.

The chef was worried that Jiang Yanyi would not be able to do it, so he demonstrated to her, "The hand holding the knife should exert force evenly and evenly. Only in this way can the noodles be cut beautifully. Do you see clearly?"

Jiang Yanyi nodded.

To make delicious and authentic knife-cut noodles, there are two unique skills in the noodles alone, one is the skill of kneading the dough, and the other is the skill of cutting the noodles.

She picked up a piece of pre-kneaded dough, held it in the palm of her hand, picked up the knife and started cutting it towards the pot. She

cut very quickly, just like peeling carrot skin, and the noodles fell into the pot one by one, rolling with the water in the pot, like silver fish playing in the water.

The chef next to her saw that she had cut a dough in an instant and was worried that she was cutting it blindly. When she put it into the bowl and took a look, she was stunned.

The noodles were thick in the middle and thin at the edges, shaped like a willow leaf, and each piece was neither long nor short, just six inches.

It is said that laymen see the excitement, while experts see the doorway. Several chefs were dumbfounded.

Although they had seen Jiang Yanyi's knife skills before when she cut the three-shredded pork belly, it was done on a chopping board after all, and it was not as shocking as this time.

A young girl can slice noodles so skillfully!

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have suspected that it was Chef Li who sliced ​​it.

Jiang Yanyi used meat sauce to make the topping for the noodles.

Take three parts lean and seven parts fat meat, marinate it with ginger and rice wine to remove the fishy smell, then dice it. When the oil in the pot is heated, stir-fry the minced meat, and remove the fat from the pot after it is rendered. Add the spices prepared in advance and stir-fry until they are fragrant, then remove them. Then add

the scallions, ginger, and garlic and stir-fry until fragrant, return the minced meat to the pot, and add high-quality soup to simmer.

Pour the cooked topping over the noodles, and the rich aroma will fill your nose.

It was originally agreed that Jiang Yanyi would make noodles for the small leaders, but in the end, the chefs thought the noodles looked so good, so they gave them to the generals.

The breakfast horn had already sounded.

Soldiers lined up in front of the barracks to receive porridge and coarse rice steamed buns.

The two sentries who had eaten hot and sour noodles last night were on a rest day today and did not have to stand guard.

The two of them held bowls of porridge and sat together with a group of brothers. They took a bite of the coarse rice steamed bun in their hands and muttered, "Is this food for human beings? I will choke to death sooner or later."

Someone next to him kicked him, "If you don't give it to me, I will still think it is not enough!"

The sentry really handed the steamed bun to him, "Here, here, you are, a reincarnated hungry ghost."

The people next to him were stunned holding the hot steamed bun, "Huh? You really gave it to me, Lao Liu, are you... Where did you cheat?"

When talking about this, the sentry laughed and said, "I had a bowl of noodles in Huotouying last night."

The people around him sneered, "What's so good about noodles? Huotouying Li's cooking skills are good, but you have to pay enough money to eat meat. We don't have such a rich family."

The sentry said, "You don't know, Huotouying has a new cook. She makes vegetarian noodles for four cents, and the taste is really amazing!"

"Cook? !!!"

Immediately, a circle of ears surrounded him.

"Is she good-looking?"

"Do you have big breasts?"

"What's the use of big breasts? My mother said that a big butt is better for fertility!"

"What do you know? A big face is better. The older generation said it is a lucky face!"

The sentry drank the porridge calmly while letting a group of people shout.

They couldn't make any conclusion out of the argument, so they could only urge the sentry: "Hurry up and tell us, Old Liu, don't keep us in suspense!"

The sentry made a "tsk" sound and then said with a fascinated look on his face: "All the women I have ever seen in my life are not as pretty as a finger of that cook. She looks just like a fairy from heaven!"

After hearing his description, the soldiers sitting around him became a little restless.

"I don't believe in your vision. Didn't you praise Wang Po, who bought steamed cakes in Yongxiang, as the reincarnation of Xi Shi?"

"If you don't believe me, let's go and have a meal tonight. You'll know when you see it!"

"Okay! If the cook is not pretty, you'll have to pay for tonight's meal."

"You bastard, I'm taking you to eat delicious food, but you're still so picky. Okay, you'll know tonight."

Several people were talking heatedly when a leisurely and interested voice suddenly came from the side:

"Is it really that pretty?"