Chapter 237： Kitchen without firewood

I heard that Xiang Jie was going to the next article, and some women said they would help burn the fire and make bittern.

"No, there are gas stoves and liquefied petroleum gas bought from the provincial capital in the kitchen. You can cook without burning wood."

Xiang Jie asked them to wait outside. After a while, the noodles were cooked and served out.

She had used the gas stove to marinate the pork that she asked Lao Wu to buy for a whole afternoon, and put a few more eggs, which must have been delicious.

She is going to boil water in a pot, make some noodles by hand, and just use the meat and eggs as the stew.

Don’t let the big guy go home on an empty stomach tonight. The running water table waiting for the next day to pass the house is the real highlight.

The old ladies in the village and the eldest daughters who did not leave the pavilion were all curiously whispering.

what? What about pot stoves that don’t need to burn wood? How can you cook noodles without burning firewood?

And what the gas stove and liquefied gas are, they have never heard of it.

How many people are waiting to see Xiangjie's joke. This house is beautifully built, and Xiang Jie has the ability to make money, but she can't dare to boast about everything.

Their ancestors have all been in this place, and they all used wood-burning stoves to cook. How could they get here to Xiang Jie?

A few big girls followed Xiang Jie directly, but they wanted to see what they were doing.

The other sisters of the Xiang family weren't worried at all, only Zhou Gang followed in to fight.

Xiang Jie took a double-layer steamer and placed it under the faucet in the pool. When he turned on the faucet, the water came out by itself.

Take two thirds of the water and place it on a stove with a radius of about five centimeters.

Open the cabinet under the stove and unscrew the valve of the liquefied gas. Light the match, and Xiang Jiecai turned on the switch of the air outlet. When the flame of the match approached the stove, with a bang, a big flame appeared out of thin air.

Xiang Jie also lit a stove on the other side, put on a wok-frying spoon, and also picked up some water, so that Zhou had just stared at it. When the water boiled, put the spinach and cabbage in it.

Those big girls were all stunned by the novelties in front of them. What kind of thing is this, it really can catch fire without burning wood.

The women outside were all waiting to see Xiangjie's joke. Even discuss what kind of posture should be used to laugh at her for a while.

Zhou Gang expertly picked the green vegetables, washed them with tap water, and set them aside.

Xiang Jie has made the noodles, wakes up for a while, presses the dough and is ready to make noodles.

A one-meter-long rolling pin was coated with flour.

Begin to roll a piece of dough the size of a basketball. The soft noodle dumplings are hard noodles, and Xiangjie's noodles are too hard. It takes some effort to roll it out after waking up for a while.

"Give me, you go to blanch the vegetables."

Zhou Gang untied Xiangjie's apron, took the rolling pin, rubbed both hands and placed it beside his mouth.

Xiang Jie knew what he was going to do, and hurriedly pulled his hands down. Zhou Gang's heartbeat speeded up a bit when his soft little hand touched his large, cocooned hand.

Although he kissed him and hugged him on ordinary days, every time Xiang Jie actively touched him, he still couldn't help his heartbeat speeding up.

"Rolling noodles, you don't want to smash the ore with a pickaxe."

Xiang Jiejiao groaned, Nu Nu's mouth motioned that what was in front of her was dough.

Zhou Gang couldn't help laughing. No, it wasn't because Xiang Jie stopped him just now. He was about to sip his saliva on both hands, and then grabbed the rolling pin to roll the noodles.

The water in the frying spoon was already boiling. Xiang Jie blanched the vegetables and put them in cold water for later use.

Take out more than a dozen identical bowls from the cabinet. This was bought from the county seat by Xiang Jie and Zhou Gang, just to prepare for today.

Zhou Gang has also rolled the dough into a thin layer, and the next step is to work with Jie.

A round cake with a radius of fifty to sixty centimeters is ready. Xiang Jie sprinkled it on top and folded it layer by layer.

Then use a kitchen knife to cut along one end with a width of about half a centimeter.

The water in the double boiler has also boiled. Zhou Gang opened the lid and Xiang Jie grabbed a handful of rolled noodles and put them in the pot.

On the empty gas stove, Xiang Jie put the previously marinated pork topping on it.

When the noodles are cooked, let them pass in cold water, and then top with pork that has been soft and glutinous with different fats and half a marinated egg. The fragrant smell is overflowing, and the people outside have already caught gluttons.

When Xiang Jie and some of the big girls who were still surprised during the whole process came out with the fragrant stewed pork toppings, the old and young men in the village had already moved their index fingers.

Secretary Lao Xiang took it and sniffed it. It was really made by Xiang Jie, and only she could make it.

Those who were waiting to see Jie jokes were completely conquered by this bowl of noodles.

It’s the softest to eat others, and they all said that they still have little knowledge. Xiang Jie’s mother is from the city, and now she is living in a big city again. As expected, the daughter who was born knows everything.

There were still many people in the yard who hadn't eaten them, and Xiang Jie and Zhou Gang continued to fight in the kitchen.

Widow Liu licked her tongue. She also wanted to eat noodles with a piece of braised pork topping that was bigger than a matchbox.

She was drooling just by looking at it, and if she could eat a bite, she wouldn't be here in vain today.

Wei Xiaobing pulled at Widow Liu's clothes, "Mom, I want to eat too."

Wei Hong and Wei Yan also stared at the people who sucked the noodles, swallowing vigorously.

"Da Nian, you ask Xiang Jie for a bowl of noodles. The children are hungry." Widow Liu didn't dare to go, so she could only encourage Xiang Da Nian to pass.

The children looked at him pitifully, and Xiang Danian had to go to the kitchen reluctantly.

"Boss, Wei Xiaobing and the others are also hungry, can you give it to..."

"The second child, they have been busy with me since noon and have not eaten anything. I have to give them these bowls first." Xiang Jie completely ignored Xiang Danian's face.

Xiang Danian returned to his previous position angrily. Widow Liu looked at him expectantly, "The next bowl is ours...the little soldiers, right? I'll let them pass, but don't let Xiang Jie run errands anymore."

Wei Xiaobing was already ready to go, and was waiting for Xiang Danian to nod his head to let them go to the kitchen.

"The boss said, those bowls are for the second child. Yours..."

Widow Liu died in a hurry, even if she gave them to the second Zhuang first, at least we should keep some for them.

Looking at the fragrant pork belly and the marinated eggs, her saliva was about to flow out.

"She didn't say whether to give it or not." Xiang Danian was also a little embarrassed, but in front of the people in the village, it was not easy to have an attack with Xiang Jie.

Widow Liu pushed Xiang Danian, "What do you mean, don't you do it for us? Xiang Danian, what does she mean."

Even if it had reached the critical point of anger exploding, Widow Liu still lowered her voice and gritted her teeth at Xiang Danian's ear.

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