v3 Chapter 377： Xiaofeng, learn to make noodles with me!
At 8:57 a.m. on September 10, Jiang Feng wore a henhouse head, unkempt, and sullen, and dragged his suitcase out of the train station as if walking in the clouds.
Wu Minqi, who picked up at the exit, hesitated for a few seconds before daring to recognize anyone.
"Feng Feng, didn't you buy a soft sleeper? How did it become like this?" Wu Minqi asked.
Jiang Feng sighed: "Good fortune!"
This time, when he got on the bus, everything was fine, there were no footprints on the sheets, and he was alone in that box. At first glance, it was a good place to sleep peacefully. At that time, Jiang Feng was a little lucky, and felt that he had occupied a box with a single ticket, and rounded up to a hundred million.
As a result, the other three in the box at the next stop got on. A couple with two children, the old looks seven or eight years old, and the young still embraces. Since the time when the family got on the bus was already 12 o'clock, everyone went to bed and went to bed.
Until two in the morning, Jiang Feng was awakened by the cry of the child.
I do n’t know if it ’s because the soft-lying bed does n’t sleep well or because the mother ’s arms are not warm enough, and the child who does n’t have a big voice and looks loud does n’t cry after a few tens of minutes to show his existence, in a closed box Lijiang Fengye heard the simple crying sound of 3D Blu-ray stereo surround sound.
If the sound of the previous molars can still be described by the verses in Su Shi ’s "Front of the Red Cliff", for the endless stream of last night, one after another, the frustration and the endless crying, Jiang Feng can only use the recently popular Japanese drama "OhmyJuliaaaaaa ~" to describe.
"There was a child in the box. He didn't seem to be comfortable last night." Jiang Feng summarized everything he had as an experience in sixteen words.
Wu Minqi understood in seconds: "Would you like to go back to bed in the morning?"
"No need." Jiang Feng said, "I'll just go back and take a bath to change clothes. Isn't there any customer who is going to eat Babao Lixiang pigeon at noon today? What happened to Ji Xue, is there any news?"
Wu Minqi and Jiang Feng entered the subway station together and said, "The person was not found, but the ticket purchase record of the ID card was found, and the person should now be in FZ. It is estimated that I don't want to stay in the province, because I don't want to meet acquaintances. I don't have much money and can't run far So I went to the neighboring province. Ji Xue called yesterday to say that the police are investigating and monitoring. It should be found in two days. A Yue also called Sun Jikai. Is he not in FZ? He should be able to help. "
"That's good, just find it." Jiang Feng nodded. "Did you have breakfast?"
"No, I went out this morning and finished the meeting." Wu Minqi strongly hinted.
Jiang Feng knew it: "Go back and I will give you noodle soup. Master Huang praised me for my special talent for noodle soup yesterday and wanted to leave me in city A and let me learn noodle soup with him."
Wu Minqi smiled cooperatively, when Jiang Feng was bragging. She remembered what noodles Jiang Feng had made at Chenfeng Elementary School before. She wanted to learn how to make noodles in just a few days. It was absolutely impossible.
When Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi returned home, it was almost ten o'clock, Jiang Feng quickly took a shower and changed into clean clothes, then went to the kitchen to prepare noodles.
He was familiar with the steps. Wu Minqi was in harmony with him. Wu Minqi rarely dealt with noodles except for copying. He was generally at the same level as Jiang Feng who had been instructed by Jiang Jianguo and Master Huang.
"Qiqi, we need cold water for summer noodles, but the central air conditioner is constant temperature and humidity in our home. When you are noodles, it is best to use warm water." Jiang Feng reminded, take down a small group of noodles, and start preparing noodles.
Noodles are the most ornamental scene in noodles. If it is a performing noodle, the master of the white case can scoop out the dough. Jiang Feng, who was making noodles in front of Wu Minqi for the first time, was still a little nervous and his movements were a bit stiff, but Jiang Feng's talent in the white case was there after all, and he quickly adapted.
Jiang Feng's arms stretched out flat and fluttered. The dough stretched downward like a stream of water running down from the waterfall. When the strip was close to the ground, Jiang Feng crossed his wrists with a force and the dough was woven like twists. Being together, Wu Minqi looked at each other in such a cycle.
Jiang Fengzheng was so respectful that the doorbell rang, and they could hear Jiang Jianguo's big voice outside the door in the kitchen: "Xiao Feng, Kiki, are you home?"
Wu Minqi went to open the door for Jiang Jianguo. As soon as he opened the door, he saw two bowls of bone noodle soup in Jiang Jianguo's hands.
"Xiao Feng's mother called me half an hour ago, and said you went to the station to pick up Xiao Feng without eating in the morning, and let me cook noodles for you and don't be hungry. I think this little Feng child probably didn't eat, I cooked two bowls, and the noodles were simmered first, and eaten while they were hot! "Jiang Jianguo said cheerfully, and started to walk in. When he saw Jiang Feng in the kitchen, he couldn't help but sigh:" Well, Xiao Feng will be simmered. This……"
Jiang Jianguo suddenly stopped talking, standing with two bowls of noodles, watching Jiang Feng's purlin.
The purlin is to make the surface smooth, soft, tough, and smooth. If the degree is not good, excessive noodles will make the noodles uneven in thickness, which is counterproductive.
Jiang Feng also noticed that Jiang Jianguo was here. Seeing him standing with two bowls of noodles in place and staring at him felt a bit uncomfortable. He could only smile at Jiang Jianguo and greet, "Uncle, what are you standing for, sit. "
"Oh, oh." Jiang Jianguo returned to God and put his face on the table. He continued to stare at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng simmered again, and felt that the dough was almost there, so he put the well-proportioned strips on the cooking table, sprinkled the flour, and started to make noodles.
In terms of purlins, Jiang Feng's level is already okay. It's not very good but there is nothing wrong with it. But the noodles that really test the level will not work. Jiang Feng slaps in front of him six times. The noodles have been cut in half. The thickness of the noodles is fairly uniform. There should be no problem with eating the noodles.
It wasn't until Jiang Fengyu finished noodles that he found that Jiang Jianguo brought bone soup noodles.
Just now he was all on the dough in front of him. He didn't pay attention to what Jiang Jianguo said.
"Ah, uncle, I didn't expect you to make noodles too, I ..." Jiang Feng felt that his face-lifting technique was really a mess in front of Jiang Jianguo.
"It's okay, uncle just happened to be full. Just eat the noodles first. I'll cook the noodles and eat them casually." Jiang Jianguo watched Jiang Feng break his hands and most of his face was straight. He got up and took it from Jiang Feng The noodles are ready to cook on the fire.
Wu Minqi who failed to eat Jiang Feng's first ramen :? ? ?
Jiang Feng, who feels strange to Uncle :? ? ?
The two looked at each other and did not know what medicine Jiang Jianguo sold in the gourd, but they were also hungry. Jiang Jianguo's noodle making technology has always been the best among the uncles of the Jiang family. The bone soup noodles have always smelled fragrant. It is not too late now. After they have eaten the noodles, they have to go to Taifeng House to work. .
In the kitchen, Jiang Jianguo held Jiang Feng's freshly noodles in and out of his hands. He carefully looked at each one, and he did not let go of each one. The thickness, smoothness, fracture, look, Jiang Jianguo's eyes were wet.
The level of Jiang Feng's white case is a few kilograms or two. Jiang Jianguo is the clearest. After all, Jiang Feng even taught me how to make peace. Therefore, these days, Jiang Feng's level on the surface, how much progress, Jiang Jianguo is the deepest experience.
If he remembered it correctly, when Jiang Feng asked him for advice last week, the purlin was not smooth, and he didn't get started at all. It's only been a few days.
Xiao Feng usually works in Taifeng Building during the daytime and practices sea cucumber dishes under the eyes of two old masters. Only in the evening can he take time to practice the white case. These days, there is no time to go back to school to practice. Under these difficult conditions, he can still ...
He can still!
Jiang Jianguo was shaking with excitement.
In his opinion, those who cut the wall and steal the light, Nang Yingyingxue is nothing compared to his nephew!
Xiao Feng really should be a white case chef!
In just a few minutes, Jiang Jianguo thought a lot.
He thought of Jiang Feng's fried fish in previous years, the eight-treasure porridge and lean egg porridge cooked by Jiang Feng, and even the pickled dumplings made by Jiang Feng.
Yes, that's it. Xiaofeng's real talent is in the white case. Forcing him to be a red case chef is a waste of his talent!
When Jiang Feng quickly ate a bowl of bone noodle soup ~ www.novelhall.com ~ when he walked into the kitchen holding the bowl and prepared to wash the dishes, he saw Jiang Jianguo holding the noodles in a daze.
"Uncle?" Jiang Feng asked tentatively.
Jiang Jianguo came back to God and saw Jiang Feng with a look of excitement. He was as vicious as the previous Master Huang: "Xiao Feng, tell uncle, do you like the white case?"
Jiang Feng :? ? ?
"If you like the white case, tell the uncle, you dare not tell your grandfather that the uncle goes to the grandfather and tells your grandfather to teach you the white case. Tell the uncle, are you trying to learn the white case?"
Jiang Feng: ...
Uncle, calm down.
You've grown used to being beaten by an old man, I can't bear it.
"Also ... okay, I like both the red case and the white case. Didn't both Grandpa and the third grandfather learn the red case and the white case? It's just the red case, I think it's good." Road.
"Hey." Jiang Jianguo sighed in disgust at the iron, "Waste such a good talent for nothing."
Jiang Feng: ...
My red case talent is so bad in your opinion? ? ?
"Uncle, Qiqi and I go to the shop first, and remember to close the door when you leave." Jiang Feng decided to go for the best strategy.
On the way to Taifeng Tower, Jiang Feng still decided something weird. Both Master Huang and Jiang Jianguo suddenly urged him to specialize in the white case in the past two days. Does his performance in the red case usually feel so hopeless? ?
"Qiqi, what do you think of my talent in the red case?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Very good." Wu Minqi said, "Except for Zhang Guanghang, I know you."
Jiang Feng nodded, and accepted the touting politely.
That is, his talent in the white case is really good.
Hey, too genius, and sometimes a burden.
Wu Minqi, who picked up at the exit, hesitated for a few seconds before daring to recognize anyone.
"Feng Feng, didn't you buy a soft sleeper? How did it become like this?" Wu Minqi asked.
Jiang Feng sighed: "Good fortune!"
This time, when he got on the bus, everything was fine, there were no footprints on the sheets, and he was alone in that box. At first glance, it was a good place to sleep peacefully. At that time, Jiang Feng was a little lucky, and felt that he had occupied a box with a single ticket, and rounded up to a hundred million.
As a result, the other three in the box at the next stop got on. A couple with two children, the old looks seven or eight years old, and the young still embraces. Since the time when the family got on the bus was already 12 o'clock, everyone went to bed and went to bed.
Until two in the morning, Jiang Feng was awakened by the cry of the child.
I do n’t know if it ’s because the soft-lying bed does n’t sleep well or because the mother ’s arms are not warm enough, and the child who does n’t have a big voice and looks loud does n’t cry after a few tens of minutes to show his existence, in a closed box Lijiang Fengye heard the simple crying sound of 3D Blu-ray stereo surround sound.
If the sound of the previous molars can still be described by the verses in Su Shi ’s "Front of the Red Cliff", for the endless stream of last night, one after another, the frustration and the endless crying, Jiang Feng can only use the recently popular Japanese drama "OhmyJuliaaaaaa ~" to describe.
"There was a child in the box. He didn't seem to be comfortable last night." Jiang Feng summarized everything he had as an experience in sixteen words.
Wu Minqi understood in seconds: "Would you like to go back to bed in the morning?"
"No need." Jiang Feng said, "I'll just go back and take a bath to change clothes. Isn't there any customer who is going to eat Babao Lixiang pigeon at noon today? What happened to Ji Xue, is there any news?"
Wu Minqi and Jiang Feng entered the subway station together and said, "The person was not found, but the ticket purchase record of the ID card was found, and the person should now be in FZ. It is estimated that I don't want to stay in the province, because I don't want to meet acquaintances. I don't have much money and can't run far So I went to the neighboring province. Ji Xue called yesterday to say that the police are investigating and monitoring. It should be found in two days. A Yue also called Sun Jikai. Is he not in FZ? He should be able to help. "
"That's good, just find it." Jiang Feng nodded. "Did you have breakfast?"
"No, I went out this morning and finished the meeting." Wu Minqi strongly hinted.
Jiang Feng knew it: "Go back and I will give you noodle soup. Master Huang praised me for my special talent for noodle soup yesterday and wanted to leave me in city A and let me learn noodle soup with him."
Wu Minqi smiled cooperatively, when Jiang Feng was bragging. She remembered what noodles Jiang Feng had made at Chenfeng Elementary School before. She wanted to learn how to make noodles in just a few days. It was absolutely impossible.
When Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi returned home, it was almost ten o'clock, Jiang Feng quickly took a shower and changed into clean clothes, then went to the kitchen to prepare noodles.
He was familiar with the steps. Wu Minqi was in harmony with him. Wu Minqi rarely dealt with noodles except for copying. He was generally at the same level as Jiang Feng who had been instructed by Jiang Jianguo and Master Huang.
"Qiqi, we need cold water for summer noodles, but the central air conditioner is constant temperature and humidity in our home. When you are noodles, it is best to use warm water." Jiang Feng reminded, take down a small group of noodles, and start preparing noodles.
Noodles are the most ornamental scene in noodles. If it is a performing noodle, the master of the white case can scoop out the dough. Jiang Feng, who was making noodles in front of Wu Minqi for the first time, was still a little nervous and his movements were a bit stiff, but Jiang Feng's talent in the white case was there after all, and he quickly adapted.
Jiang Feng's arms stretched out flat and fluttered. The dough stretched downward like a stream of water running down from the waterfall. When the strip was close to the ground, Jiang Feng crossed his wrists with a force and the dough was woven like twists. Being together, Wu Minqi looked at each other in such a cycle.
Jiang Fengzheng was so respectful that the doorbell rang, and they could hear Jiang Jianguo's big voice outside the door in the kitchen: "Xiao Feng, Kiki, are you home?"
Wu Minqi went to open the door for Jiang Jianguo. As soon as he opened the door, he saw two bowls of bone noodle soup in Jiang Jianguo's hands.
"Xiao Feng's mother called me half an hour ago, and said you went to the station to pick up Xiao Feng without eating in the morning, and let me cook noodles for you and don't be hungry. I think this little Feng child probably didn't eat, I cooked two bowls, and the noodles were simmered first, and eaten while they were hot! "Jiang Jianguo said cheerfully, and started to walk in. When he saw Jiang Feng in the kitchen, he couldn't help but sigh:" Well, Xiao Feng will be simmered. This……"
Jiang Jianguo suddenly stopped talking, standing with two bowls of noodles, watching Jiang Feng's purlin.
The purlin is to make the surface smooth, soft, tough, and smooth. If the degree is not good, excessive noodles will make the noodles uneven in thickness, which is counterproductive.
Jiang Feng also noticed that Jiang Jianguo was here. Seeing him standing with two bowls of noodles in place and staring at him felt a bit uncomfortable. He could only smile at Jiang Jianguo and greet, "Uncle, what are you standing for, sit. "
"Oh, oh." Jiang Jianguo returned to God and put his face on the table. He continued to stare at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng simmered again, and felt that the dough was almost there, so he put the well-proportioned strips on the cooking table, sprinkled the flour, and started to make noodles.
In terms of purlins, Jiang Feng's level is already okay. It's not very good but there is nothing wrong with it. But the noodles that really test the level will not work. Jiang Feng slaps in front of him six times. The noodles have been cut in half. The thickness of the noodles is fairly uniform. There should be no problem with eating the noodles.
It wasn't until Jiang Fengyu finished noodles that he found that Jiang Jianguo brought bone soup noodles.
Just now he was all on the dough in front of him. He didn't pay attention to what Jiang Jianguo said.
"Ah, uncle, I didn't expect you to make noodles too, I ..." Jiang Feng felt that his face-lifting technique was really a mess in front of Jiang Jianguo.
"It's okay, uncle just happened to be full. Just eat the noodles first. I'll cook the noodles and eat them casually." Jiang Jianguo watched Jiang Feng break his hands and most of his face was straight. He got up and took it from Jiang Feng The noodles are ready to cook on the fire.
Wu Minqi who failed to eat Jiang Feng's first ramen :? ? ?
Jiang Feng, who feels strange to Uncle :? ? ?
The two looked at each other and did not know what medicine Jiang Jianguo sold in the gourd, but they were also hungry. Jiang Jianguo's noodle making technology has always been the best among the uncles of the Jiang family. The bone soup noodles have always smelled fragrant. It is not too late now. After they have eaten the noodles, they have to go to Taifeng House to work. .
In the kitchen, Jiang Jianguo held Jiang Feng's freshly noodles in and out of his hands. He carefully looked at each one, and he did not let go of each one. The thickness, smoothness, fracture, look, Jiang Jianguo's eyes were wet.
The level of Jiang Feng's white case is a few kilograms or two. Jiang Jianguo is the clearest. After all, Jiang Feng even taught me how to make peace. Therefore, these days, Jiang Feng's level on the surface, how much progress, Jiang Jianguo is the deepest experience.
If he remembered it correctly, when Jiang Feng asked him for advice last week, the purlin was not smooth, and he didn't get started at all. It's only been a few days.
Xiao Feng usually works in Taifeng Building during the daytime and practices sea cucumber dishes under the eyes of two old masters. Only in the evening can he take time to practice the white case. These days, there is no time to go back to school to practice. Under these difficult conditions, he can still ...
He can still!
Jiang Jianguo was shaking with excitement.
In his opinion, those who cut the wall and steal the light, Nang Yingyingxue is nothing compared to his nephew!
Xiao Feng really should be a white case chef!
In just a few minutes, Jiang Jianguo thought a lot.
He thought of Jiang Feng's fried fish in previous years, the eight-treasure porridge and lean egg porridge cooked by Jiang Feng, and even the pickled dumplings made by Jiang Feng.
Yes, that's it. Xiaofeng's real talent is in the white case. Forcing him to be a red case chef is a waste of his talent!
When Jiang Feng quickly ate a bowl of bone noodle soup ~ www.novelhall.com ~ when he walked into the kitchen holding the bowl and prepared to wash the dishes, he saw Jiang Jianguo holding the noodles in a daze.
"Uncle?" Jiang Feng asked tentatively.
Jiang Jianguo came back to God and saw Jiang Feng with a look of excitement. He was as vicious as the previous Master Huang: "Xiao Feng, tell uncle, do you like the white case?"
Jiang Feng :? ? ?
"If you like the white case, tell the uncle, you dare not tell your grandfather that the uncle goes to the grandfather and tells your grandfather to teach you the white case. Tell the uncle, are you trying to learn the white case?"
Jiang Feng: ...
Uncle, calm down.
You've grown used to being beaten by an old man, I can't bear it.
"Also ... okay, I like both the red case and the white case. Didn't both Grandpa and the third grandfather learn the red case and the white case? It's just the red case, I think it's good." Road.
"Hey." Jiang Jianguo sighed in disgust at the iron, "Waste such a good talent for nothing."
Jiang Feng: ...
My red case talent is so bad in your opinion? ? ?
"Uncle, Qiqi and I go to the shop first, and remember to close the door when you leave." Jiang Feng decided to go for the best strategy.
On the way to Taifeng Tower, Jiang Feng still decided something weird. Both Master Huang and Jiang Jianguo suddenly urged him to specialize in the white case in the past two days. Does his performance in the red case usually feel so hopeless? ?
"Qiqi, what do you think of my talent in the red case?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Very good." Wu Minqi said, "Except for Zhang Guanghang, I know you."
Jiang Feng nodded, and accepted the touting politely.
That is, his talent in the white case is really good.
Hey, too genius, and sometimes a burden.
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