Chapter 1257： Freshly pulled noodles

  Chapter 1257 The noodles must be freshly pulled

Shi was slightly stunned, "Longevity noodles?"

"If you can't, forget it."

"If you don't have any other requirements for taste, there is nothing difficult about Changshou noodles. You can make noodles if you have noodles."

"There should be no noodles."

"What about the flour?"

Arthur is even more unclear, he knows very little about the kitchen and ingredients.

"I'll go to the kitchen and look for it myself." Shi Qian walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinets.

I really found a bag of flour for her.

Arthur walked in curiously, seemed to have poured flour into a big bowl before, and couldn't help asking: "Can these flours be turned into noodles?"

"Noodles are made of flour."

Arthur: …

Shi Qian was also taken aback for a moment. Doesn't Arthur know this kind of common sense question?

It seems that he really doesn't know anything about life.

At the same time, I beat an egg and added some water to start kneading the dough.

After three or two kneading, a smooth dough is formed, and the dough is set aside for later use.

Arthur suddenly felt that the atmosphere was indescribably weird.

Why is it that he and Shiqian are living at home, rather than the relationship between hijacking and being hijacked.

Shi Qian Mingming was very nervous and scared, even secretly hid a western knife for self-defense, and could cook for him as if nothing had happened. This woman really baffled him.

After the dough is kneaded, Tokia begins to prepare the side dishes.

Arthur didn't leave, just quietly watching her from the side.

He thought that Shi Qian's talk about cooking was just casual talk, but he didn't expect that she could really cook, washing and chopping vegetables, with skillful movements and looking pleasing to the eye.

In Arthur's impression, chefs definitely have nothing to do with elegance.

But when Shi Qian cooks, every gesture reveals an elegance, which is a visual feast.

"Go and wait outside first, the noodles will be ready soon."

"I also want to see how you turn this ball into noodles." Arthur's curiosity was completely aroused by Shi Qian.

"Of course I pulled it out now."

Arthur frowned when he heard this, his face was full of rejection.

Shi Qian looked at his expression, thought about what he just said, and suddenly understood.

"I mean, I ramen."

Arthur's brows have not been stretched yet.

Shi Qian picked up the dough and began to knead it, then sprinkled a little flour on the chopping board, and pulled the dough. In this way, after a few back and forth, the noodles were stretched and thinner, and the shape of the noodles could already be seen.

It was only then that Arthur realized that the dough was pulled out in this way.

Shiqian pulled the noodles well, put them aside, and started making noodle soup.

Whether a bowl of noodles is good or not depends on whether the soup is fresh or not.

Generally, broth is the best. If there is no broth, you can only rely on seasonings to enrich the taste.

After watching the ramen, Arthur lost much interest, turned around and walked outside.

Less than 10 minutes later, Shi Qian came out with a bowl of noodles.

There was a poached egg in the noodles, served with one or two leaves of green vegetables, and the words "Happy Birthday" carved from carrots. Arthur stared at the bowl of noodles, stunned for a long time.

"Mr. Arthur, try it and see how it tastes."

Arthur looked at Shi Qian, "How do you know that today is my birthday?"

"Who would take the initiative to ask for longevity noodles?"

Arthur was silent for a while, picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and ate them into his mouth.

The taste of the noodles is very special, not as soft as the noodles he ate, nor as hard as the pasta, but soft with a toughness, he has never eaten such delicious noodles.

(end of this chapter)