Chapter 125 Face
If seeing the other seven members of the eight-member art department group at the exhibition was a surprise, then seeing Professor Gui Kaigui was a real surprise.
The moment he saw Tang Jia, Gui Kai's expression became extremely ugly, and Tang Jia's expression was also a little unnatural.
After all, the works in the entire exhibition hall are all green bamboo.
What's the difference between this behavior and rubbing salt into someone's wounds?
Tang Jia didn't dare to face this tragic fact, so he could only ask his uncle, the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, Fan Dechang, to come and support him and receive this "important guest".
When he saw Fan Dechang, Gui Kai's expression became noticeably better.
Without waiting for Tang Jia to speak, Gui Kai consciously ignored Tang Jia and followed Fan Dechang to greet and reminisce about the past.
Tang Jia immediately seized the opportunity and sneaked away.
However, before Tang Jia had time to catch his breath, he saw Long Qingdai and Huo Qingyu walking in.
The moment their eyes met, Tang Jia felt neither surprised nor shocked, but only helpless.
Although he was upset in his heart, Tang Jia still greeted her with a smile and said loudly, "Your Highness is here. I am sorry for not welcoming you from afar. I hope you will forgive me!"
Long Qingdai smiled slightly and said slowly, "I have heard of the name of the hermit Mizhu for a long time, but I have only heard of his name and never seen him in person.
Now, there is a rare opportunity to see the works and meet people, so shouldn’t I seize the opportunity? "
This was indeed a pleasant thing to say, but Tang Jia didn't dare to believe a single word of it.
"You are too kind, Princess! Too kind!"
Long Qingdai wanted to say something, but Hai Rouer came over and greeted her.
Long Qingdai had no choice but to interrupt and start chatting with Hai Rouer.
Hai Rouer winked at Tang Jia, and Tang Jia immediately responded with a hidden gesture, and the smile on Hai Rouer's face became more sincere.
Bing Lulu also came over, smiled and took Tang Jia's arm, then whispered in her ear, "We're all classmates, we should treat each other equally!"
Tang Jia patted her hands and replied with a smile, "Okay!"
Bing Lulu immediately waved her hand and called the other people over.
A group of "classmates" gathered around, chatting with each other. It was lively, but the opportunity that Long Qingdai had been waiting for was gone.
Although Long Qingdai's back teeth were almost broken, she couldn't lash out, so she could only find an excuse and leave.
Hai Rouer watched Long Qingdai walk away, then turned to look at Tang Jia, her red lips slightly curled.
"Tell me! When?"
Tang Jia patted her shoulder and promised, "The day after the exhibition, at 8:00 in the morning, 12:00 noon, and 6:00 in the evening."
The other seven members of the eight-member art department group readily agreed and cheered together, attracting many people's attention.
Several people quickly ran out of the exhibition hall, looking at each other and laughing.
Fortunately, this farce only occurred on the first day of the exhibition. The following fourteen days were normal, so Tang Jia did not suffer a heart attack or go crazy.
When the exhibition came to an end, all the paintings were shipped back to Tang Jia's studio, and it was time for Tang Jia to fulfill his promise.
Thinking that he still owed Miss Heidi three meals of noodles, Tang Jia did not hesitate to combine the two things together and have three meals of noodles a day.
Keep it simple for breakfast; noodles with scallion oil are a good choice.
noon?
Let’s arrange some Lanzhou ramen!
As for the night?
Let’s prepare some spicy beef fried noodles with a strong flavor!
Having made up his mind, the first thing Tang Jia had to do was, of course, to notify the guests!
After contacting the other seven members of the eight-member art department group and Miss Heidi, confirming the number of people and time, Tang Jia immediately started preparing.
First, knead the dough, divide it into four equal parts, flatten it and roll it into round pieces. Grease the bottom of a plate, stack the dough pieces together, cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate overnight.
After putting the noodles in the refrigerator, Tang Jia immediately returned to his room and fell asleep.
Even so, Tang Jia was woken up by Ms. Sun Nianhan the next morning.
It’s not that Tang Jia is lazy.
In just the past half month, Tang Jia has been running back and forth between school and the gallery every day, and he is really exhausted.
Tang Jia hurriedly took out the noodles from the refrigerator, rolled them into thin slices, cut them into noodles, and started to boil scallion oil.
Wash the fresh shallots, cut them into long sections, put them into a pan with oil, fry them on low heat until golden brown, remove them from the oil and set aside.
Then add the evenly mixed sauce into the oil and bring to a boil over high heat.
In another pot, boil water and cook noodles.
When the noodles are cooked, take them out and put them in a plate, pour two spoons of scallion oil on them, sprinkle with fried golden scallions, and the scallion oil noodles are ready.
As the eight o'clock bell rang, Tang Jia's scallion oil noodles were served.
The timing is just right!
Everyone couldn't wait to get their own portion and take a bite. The aroma of scallion oil was everywhere, the noodles were chewy and springy, and the sauce was rich and fragrant... They couldn't stop eating it.
For a moment, no one was busy talking. Only the sound of eating noodles echoed in the empty Si family villa.
Seeing that everyone was eating with relish, Tang Jia smiled with satisfaction and went back to the kitchen to prepare lunch.
You know, to make a bowl of Lanzhou ramen, the most important thing is not only the noodles, but also the soup.
For this sip of soup, Tang Jia contributed the hairy beef that he had worked so hard to get, and it was tendon meat.
After all, this piece of meat is lean and chewy, and when it is cut into slices, the slices are thin and beautiful.
Soak the beef shank and bones together until the blood is removed, then place the meat skin-side down in a large aluminum pot and stew in cold water.
After the pot boils, skim off the foam, add the seasoning bag, and then turn to low heat until the beef is cooked.
This pot of delicious and rich soup is finally ready.
A group of gluttons came running over after smelling the scent.
Tang Jia had no choice but to scoop a small bowl for each of them before sending them away.
Fearing that this group of people would come to cause trouble again, Tang Jia hurriedly kneaded the dough, rolled it out, straightened the tendons, and made the noodles.
There are many varieties of beef noodles in Lanzhou. Based on the thickness of the noodles, they can be divided into wide, medium-wide, leek leaf, medium-thin, three-thin, thin, capillary, buckwheat-edge and other varieties.
In order to save trouble and convenience, Tang Jia directly ordered Erxi, the favorite of local residents in Lanzhou, for them.
Having made up his mind, Tang Jia took action immediately.
Tang Jia held both ends of the noodles, and with both arms, he evenly exerted force to accelerate the pulling outwards. Then he folded the two ends in half and placed both ends between the fingers of his left hand. He hooked the other end with the middle finger of his right hand downwards, turned his palm upwards, and made the noodles form a noose shape. At the same time, he stretched his hands to both sides.
After the noodles are stretched, put the end hooked in your right hand onto your left fingers, and continue to hook the other end with your right hand and stretch it.
After repeating this five times, Tang Jia shook her hands up and down a few times, and the soft and long thin noodles took shape in her hands.
Tang Jia threw the noodles into the boiling water, and when he looked up, he saw the group of gluttons standing at the door with their soup bowls.
Tang Jia didn't say anything, but just quickened his movements.
The fingers that were once clearly visible are now only left with afterimages.
The group of people's mouths opened wider and wider, their eyes staring blankly at Tang Jia, completely forgetting why they came.
What is art?
This is art!
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