v3 Chapter 644： Soup noodles

Whether it looks like it or not, Jiang Feng has reached the limit he can do.

After the soup is swept, it is hanging soup. The so-called hanging soup is to put the red and white velvet used in the previous soup into the soup again, and control the heat for more than an hour. Boil the meat thoroughly into the soup to make the soup clear and fragrant.

When Jiang Feng finally filtered the hanged broth with filter paper and filled it into the basin twice, he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He didn't know how many hits. Tangjiang Feng, who smelled yellow and had a fragrant flavor, had no desire to taste a bite, and just wanted to hurry back to the room to sleep.

In this way, Jiang Feng puts the clear soup in the refrigerator, does not wash his teeth or brush, and carries the smell of clear soup. The whole person is like a coy mother who has just been removed from the clear soup pot. Chicken, headed straight for the room, rushed to the soft bed, covered with a quilt to sleep.

I felt dawn.

If it wasn't for an alarm clock that had been set in advance, with vibration and ringing volume adjusted to the maximum, Jiang Feng wouldn't be able to get up.

Jiang Feng set an alarm clock at half past six, and Wu Minqi got up before him. These days, Jiang Feng cooks soup at night every day. On the second day, the two of them get up to drink in the morning. Wu Minqi was ready to eat red oil noodles and clear soup this morning.

In fact, Wu Minqi didn't understand what Jiang Feng could do for the high-grade clear soup suddenly, and he would not make the high-grade clear soup. And she doesn't think Jiang Feng can make a decent high-level clearance, at most, it is made into an ordinary clear soup that looks more like a high-level clear soup.

As a result, Wu Minqi stunned as soon as she opened the refrigerator in the morning.

She has seen good things, and she is not afraid of jokes. When she was a kid, her cousins ​​also drank the high-grade clear soup hanged by grandpa. What the high-grade clear soup should look like, and what kind of realm the color and fragrance should reach, she couldn't understand.

Jiang Feng's high-grade clear soup is far from being called high-grade clear soup, but it's high-grade clear soup.

This is a pot that allows you to see that the producer has worked hard, exhausted, time-consuming, and worked hard, but the strength is not enough, and it is close but not, if you insist that it is not Not suitable for inferior premium clear soup.

It was this pot of clear soup that made Wu Minqi forget that she actually wanted to use oil and spicy seeds to make red oil noodles when she opened the refrigerator door.

Wu Minqi stood at the door of the refrigerator and stared at the clear soup in it. She looked at it motionlessly, and looked at it for a few minutes until the alarm of the refrigerator started dripping.

The faint scent of clear soup and the strong sense of cold air rushed towards Wu Minqi's nose, making Wu Minqi almost sneeze into the refrigerator.

In the end, Wu Minqi stood in front of the refrigerator until she felt a little cold, and took a nap before returning to her senses. She touched the spoon and simmered the cold soup into her mouth for a while.

Jiang Feng saw this scene when he came out.

Jiang Feng :?

Did he sleep too little and saw the hallucinations before his sudden death?

Why did his family Kiki stand at the door of the refrigerator early in the morning, and when he and a few cousins ​​stole the steamed eggs made by the grandfather for Grandma Jiang when he was a child, he usually drank the clear soup he made.

Unfortunately, Jiang Feng was panicked when he was grabbed by an old man when he was a kid. Wu Minqi was calm and nodded when he was grabbed by Jiang Feng.

"Feng Feng, you are up, I'm going to make red oil noodles for you." Wu Minqi put down her spoon, as if nothing had happened just now.

"Ah, oh, no." Jiang Feng really wondered for a moment that what she had just seen might be an illusion.

"Qiqi doesn't need to make noodles today, I will make breakfast today, I will do it." Jiang Feng said that he invited Wu Minqi out of the kitchen, and took control of the kitchen for breakfast for the first time.

The clear noodle soup is simple.

A bowl of high-grade clear soup, a cheap piece of noodles bought from the supermarket, a little salt, an egg, two slices of greens, and a plate of green onions. Anyone who reads it must be exaggerated.

Wu Minqi did not like to eat the heart-boiled egg Jiang Feng deliberately boiled the eggs, and gave Wu Minqi a bowl of clear soup noodles filled with a bowl of clear soup.

Wu Minqi froze when she saw her face.

She thought a lot, but she did not expect Jiang Fenghua to work so hard, so long to hang a pot of high-grade clear soup, so that she actually made two bowls of clear noodle soup in the morning.

When Wu Minqi looked at her, she felt it was glowing.

"Kiki." Jiang Feng sat down and spoke.

As a child of the Jiang family, Jiang Feng knew that when giving a gift, the purpose of the gift, the process of the gift, and the hardship of the gift were all told to the recipient, so that the gift was valuable and meaningful.

"Today is not the anniversary of the first anniversary of our love. At the beginning, Wang Hao said to me what the first anniversary of love, the second anniversary, the third anniversary of nothing to send, and it is not a wedding anniversary. But I think No, I originally made a gift for you on the Qixi Festival last year, but I did n’t feel good about sending it out. I did n’t give a gift on this Qixi Festival, and it ’s impossible to give it away for the first anniversary. Wang Hao some.

Wu Minqi did not expect that Jiang Feng's two bowls of clear soup noodles were not a sudden whim, but they were made specially for herself, and she couldn't help but feel beautiful. With no cover up, the joy was expressed directly on his face.

"I know, you made a cornmeal rose on the Star Festival last year." Wu Minqi said.

"Ah?" It was Jiang Feng's turn next time, and the gossip that was about to exit instantly forgot about it, "How do you know."

"I saw it when you secretly did it. I have been waiting for you to send it. You didn't send it, and I didn't ask it later." Wu Minqi said, "Actually, it's okay, anyway ..."

"Anyway steamed is food."

Jiang Feng: ...

"But why, Fengfeng, do you want to make this kind of clear noodle soup?"

Jiang Feng was still immersed in the sorrow that he thought he had covered up well, but he did not expect to have been discovered long ago.

So how should he hide his private house money in the future, should he steal his future son's pocket money to buy a kitchen knife like his father?

"Ah, because, because ..." Jiang Feng's original tales were interrupted by Wu Minqi for a moment, but he couldn't compose new ones, so he could only tell the truth.

Add a little touch up when talking.

"Because I want to give you a special gift."

"It's not a messy gift like the last cornmeal rose. I want to give you a gift that really makes you happy."

"Kiki, you have been cooking for me since we fell in love. From the beginning Long Chao Shou, to the various soups in the back, to the noodles, cold noodles, jelly, cakes, all the time You are doing it. "

"But Fengfeng also cooks for me." Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng shook his head: "That's different."

"You made food for me, and all I made ..." Jiang Feng couldn't say that all he made was for practicing buff dishes, and he could only use another way of saying, "All I want to make, Not what I want to do for you. "

"But this clear soup noodle today is different. This is my first time to hang high-quality clear soup ~ www.novelhall.com ~ I have never hanged it before, and I have never done anything so time-consuming and laborious before."

"Although compared with the soup stock soup made by my grandpa and three grandpas, it does look like a bit of a fuss, but this is what I really want to do for you."

"I want to give you this one-of-a-kind, unprecedented, first intention as a gift."

"Although it's just a bowl of noodles."

This time Wu Minqi was really stunned.

She didn't speak and took a sip of soup.

Obviously no sugar, but she had a hint of sweetness.

The chef's intentions and sincerity, she understands.

Wu Minqi didn't speak, which made Jiang Feng feel a little awkward. Like him, he is not good at rhetoric, has not made a sister, and only talked about love once, and a little boyfriend with a little straight male potential, which is rare in modern times. It is estimated that this life would also say This time.

It all depends on the atmosphere.

As long as the atmosphere is here, you can say anything.

Jiang Feng began to travel around the world.

Wu Minqi :?

Feeling dazed after saying this?

Wu Minqi picked up chopsticks and started to eat noodles and sip soup.

It's actually quite delicious.

Wu Minqi thought.

After all, this luxurious way of cooking noodles with high-grade clear soup has been eaten this time in her life.

Wu Minqi glanced at Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng was still lost.

"Feng Feng, hurry up and eat noodles. It will be too late to gather at 8 o'clock." Wu Minqi urged.

Jiang Feng woke up and began to eat noodles.

Wu Minqi ate the whole bowl of noodles, and swallowed the last soup.

Although her boyfriend seems a little abnormal now, she still likes her very much.

She also likes him very much, even if he seems a little abnormal now.

This is enough.