With the beginning, Miao Yinyin seems to have opened a conversation box.
Her family condition is not bad either. Her father is the deputy director of the local machinery factory, and her mother is the woman director of the street office. She has an elder sister and a younger brother. Because her father's old enemies are watching closely, she has no choice but to go to the countryside.
They talked about Dong'an chicken, fried meat with chili, the famous stinky tofu, and fish head with chopped chili. Whether it was snacks or dishes, they included them in their topics.
Just talking, the people beside me feel wrong.
How come their stomachs began to growl after breakfast?
They looked at Su Qingfeng and Miao Yinyin and couldn't help thinking.
A moment later, they simply joined the conversation.
"Who said tofu brain should be sweet?? Is it still edible? Of course, it should be salty!"
“……”
"I object. Zongzi dipped in sugar is the best in the world!"
"Nonsense! That's because you haven't eaten pork dumplings with salted egg yolks! You can't experience the oily egg yolks at all. At the moment when they collide with the fat and thin pork, they can be eaten three times in a row."
After saying that, the atmosphere unexpectedly fell silent for a while.
Now they are far away from home. Let alone eat three dumplings at a time, I'm afraid they can't even eat one.
Seeing the silence, Su Qingfeng took out a piece of paper and a pencil from his satchel and handed them to Li Jing.
He laughed and said, "We all come from different places, so it's fate to get together. Let's write our contact information with our family on paper, so that if something happens in the future, it will be convenient to contact our family."
At first, everyone hesitated.
But on second thought, Su Qingfeng, a cook in a state-owned hotel, didn't have to count on them.
Moreover, we are all in other places. If something happens to us, won't we be unable to contact our family?
At this time, this paper full of contact information will come in handy.
The paper is passed on in turn. These educated youth from the city, with better conditions, are even double working families.
From the information they wrote down, they either worked in a textile factory, or in a machinery factory, a food factory, or even a hot steel factory.
These...... Are all people!
When the paper returned to Su Qingfeng, it had already filled a page.
Li Jing looked up and couldn't help staring.
Doubt suddenly rose in his mind.
Is he an educated youth... or is Su Qingfeng an educated youth?
When he came to the state-owned hotel, Su Qingfeng said goodbye to the educated youth.
Their appearance is quite different from what they first saw on the ox cart when they came.
The smiles were bright and the tone was warm.
Even Su Shuishui, who was sitting in front, could not help looking sideways because of this scene.
He couldn't resist an idea.
The old Su family's precious eggs are really different.
……
"Dong dong dong."
Today, Lin Mingliang is still cutting vegetables honestly.
Li Gen, however, was not in the right state. He looked at Su Qingfeng in a vague way many times.
Su Qingfeng clangs vegetables and devotes himself to selflessness.
Today, he is responsible for making noodles with shredded pork and sauerkraut. The sauerkraut is cured by the hotel itself, and the shredded pork is also made of high-quality native pork. The only thing that can do Kung Fu on it is noodles.
Take flour, salt and water, and knead them into a dough.
In this process, the ratio of noodles and water is close to but not more than 2:1, and the hand rolling noodles will be soft and have tendons.
When the noodles are kneaded, let them stand for half an hour to relax.
Then, sprinkle some dry powder, pull out a piece of dough, roll it into pieces, repeat it for many times, and let it overlap in turn, and cut it according to the noodle practice and personal habits.
Because the noodles with shredded pork and cabbage are soup noodles, according to Su Qingfeng's personal habit, he chose to cut the noodles slightly thin.
When all these preparations are finished, it is almost time for the state-owned hotel to open.
"A bowl of noodles with shredded pork and cabbage!"
"Three liang food stamps, sixteen cents."
When Su Qingfeng saw a lot of small bubbles at the bottom of the pot, but it was not completely boiling, he picked up a handful of noodles and shook them into the pot.
Lin Mingliang stood aside and could see clearly.
But that was why he was puzzled.
"Master Su, the water hasn't boiled yet. Why are you taking the next one?"
Su Qingfeng stirred the noodles in the pot and smiled, "The noodles are covered with dry powder. If they are heated too fast in boiling water, the noodles will be easy to paste and stick together, and then they will taste bad."
Lin Mingliang understood.
When Su Qingfeng talked about cooking, he seemed like a literate who had read books.
It makes people admire it at a glance.
Just as Su Qingfeng's voice dropped, Li Gen looked at him again.
In a moment, a bowl of steaming noodles with shredded pork and cabbage was served out.
The diner outside didn't care at first. He picked up his chopsticks and pulled them. As soon as the noodles entered, he felt different.
Eh?
Did the cook in the town's state-owned hotel change?
It's really... OK!
Before diners could think of more, they began to talk about noodles.
The noodles are soft, smooth and elastic, which is quite different from the sticky and soft noodles in the past.
Snow vegetables and shredded meat still taste as delicious as I remember. It can be seen that the old cook also had two brushes.
Only in this way, the new chef's talent is even more obvious.
The diner muttered in his heart that he would have to take his wife and children out to have a meal when the next salary was paid.
You can't afford big fish and big meat. Everyone can always afford to eat a bowl of noodles occasionally.
Now it's time to have lunch. People are coming and going, and the state-owned hotels are gradually bustling with fireworks.
A man came in at the gate, wearing a black coat with a high collar, which covered most of his face.
When he came to the counter, his first sentence was, "What did Master Su do today?"
Chen Meilan paused, a little surprised.
Has Master Su's name become so famous?
To my surprise, someone came to the store to eat his food.
Chen Meilan was surprised at the bottom of her heart, and her face was still calm:
"Noodles with shredded pork and snow vegetables, three liang food stamps, one cent and six cents."
The man is surprisingly cheerful.
After he paid the money, he sat in a small corner of the hotel, with his collar still high and upright, covering most of his face.
What a strange person.
Chen Meilan glanced at her and then looked away.
Until
"Noodles with shredded cabbage and pork! Whose noodles with shredded cabbage and pork!"
The man came forward, took a full bowl of shredded noodles with preserved vegetables, gently stirred the preserved vegetables floating on it, and then took out a chopsticks of noodles. He blew them slowly until the noodles were half cold.
The moment he inserted it into his mouth, his movement stagnated.