Chapter 988

"Good morning, beauty!"

The parrot "Yingying" said, imitating the voice of a man.

"Yes, that's the voice!"

"So you were talking just now!"

"Fainting, I was scared by a parrot!"

Ouyang Qianqian three female Leng after a while, all blush up.

It's a shame.

The three of them actually I was scared by a parrot.

And yelled "there's a ghost!"!

If it's spread, it won't be laughed off!

"Well, now you know there are no ghosts! Thank you for reading so many years.... "

Ouyang Lizhu looks at Ouyang Qianqian and teaches them.

This morning, shouting, do not know how many people wake up.

"Oh

When Ouyang Lizhu called her, the three girls all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Ouyang Lizhu. It was a shame.

……

"Husband, wake up!"

Ouyang Qianqian by their shouts, to wake up Liu Qingqing push is still sleeping leaf glory.

Usually at this point, Liu Qingqing woke up long ago, but it was too late for ye Guangrong last night. Now she is still weak and can't get up early.

"Well, what's the matter?"

Ye Guangrong half opened half squinted, looked at his wife doubtfully and asked.

Last night I went to bed at two o'clock in the morning. Ye Guangrong is still sleepy now!

"Husband, it was very noisy outside just now. Is something wrong?"

Liu Qingqing said with some worry.

"What's the matter? They've already woken us up."

Ye Rongrong heard next, outside have no what move, open mouth to say.

"So it is

Liu Qingqing thought about it and thought it was reasonable.

There was a real accident. They woke themselves up long ago.

"Go to sleep!"

Ye Guangrong put his arms around Liu Qingqing and went on sleeping.

In Ye Guangrong's opinion, the happiest thing in the world is sleeping in with his beautiful wife.

"Well!"

Look at the time. It's only six o'clock now. Liu Qingqing is still sleepy. She leans on Ye Guangrong's arm and sleeps with her eyes closed.

Liu Qingqing likes to sleep with her husband like this.

I feel very safe and happy.

Liu Qingqing hopes that when she is old, she can also sleep with her husband's arm in this way.

After squinting for a while, Liu Qingqing wakes Ye Guangrong up again.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Guangrong opens his eyes and looks at Liu Qingqing suspiciously.

I fell asleep and was awakened by her.

"Husband, I'm hungry!"

Liu Qingqing said with a red face.

Last night, I worked out with my husband for a long time, and now Liu Qingqing feels very hungry!

"I'm hungry when you say that!"

When Liu Qingqing said this, ye Guangrong's stomach began to cry.

It seems that there was a lot of exercise last night. Now I'm hungry.

"Husband, I haven't eaten your noodles for a long time. I really want to eat them!"

Liu Qingqing lies on Ye Guangrong's chest and draws a small circle with her fingers. Every morning, when Liu Qingqing wakes up, she likes to draw a small circle on her man's chest.

"Good!"

Ye Rongrong is too hungry to sleep now, so he gets up to make breakfast.

"Husband, I want to eat sliced noodles!"

Liu Qingqing said to Ye Guangrong who was dressing.

"Yes, my dear little wife!"

Ye Guangrong said with a smile.

……

Sliced noodle is one of the top ten Chinese noodles. It is also known as the top five Chinese pasta, together with fried noodles, stewed noodles, hot and dry noodles and Dandan noodles.

It's soft and non stick. The more you chew, the more fragrant it is. Not only Liu Qingqing likes it, but ye Guangrong also likes it very much.

The production process of sliced noodles is to make flour and dough into lumps. With the left hand holding the dough and the right hand holding the arc knife, the dough is sliced into a boiling water pot one by one. After cooking, it is fished out and eaten with saozi and seasoning.

In many TV dramas, you can see that the master of noodle making is wearing the dough on his head, holding the arc knife in both hands, and quickly cutting the noodles off his head. It's very interesting.

It's very important to cut and blend noodles.

the technology of cutting and blending noodles is strict, and the proportion of water and noodles is accurate. It takes more than ten minutes to make and blend noodles.

After mixing, ye Rongrong holds the kneaded dough in his left hand, and holds a knife in his right hand, facing the soup pot. He swims, swims, swims, swims, and cuts out the leaves, one by one, just like a meteor chasing the moon. He draws an arc-shaped white line in the air, and the leaves fall into the soup pot.Ye Guangrong's knife work is very powerful. The length of each blade is exactly six inches.

This is something that ordinary noodle cutters can't do.

There is an old legend about the sliced noodles: after the Mongolian Tatars occupied the Central Plains, they established the Yuan Dynasty.

In order to prevent the Han rebellion, they confiscated all the metal from every household, and required 10 households to use a kitchen knife, cut vegetables and cook in turn, and then return it to the Tatar for safekeeping.

One day at noon, an old woman made up a good face and asked the old man to get the knife. As a result, the knife was taken away by others and the old man had to return.

When he came out of the Tatar gate, the old man's foot was touched by a thin sheet of iron. He picked it up and put it in his arms.

When he got home, the pot was boiling. The whole family was waiting for the knife to cut noodles. But the knife didn't come back. The old man was so anxious that he suddenly remembered the tin in his arms and took it out and said, "just cut noodles with this tin!"

The old woman saw that the iron sheet was thin and soft, and muttered, "how can such a soft thing cut noodles?"

The old man said angrily, "cut if you can't move."

The word "chop" reminds my wife that she puts the dough on a piece of wood. She takes it up with her left hand and holds a piece of iron in her right hand. She stands by the boiling water pot and "chop" the dough. A piece of one-sided leaf falls into the pot. After it is cooked, she takes it into a bowl and pours it with gravy for the old man to eat first.

While eating, the old man said, "it's very good. It's very good. I don't need to get the kitchen knife to cut the noodles in the future."

Such a ten, ten hundred, spread all over the land of Jinzhong, this is the origin of noodles.

……

"Glory, why did you get up so early?"

Because ye Rongrong's family is late for breakfast, Wang Yan comes to the kitchen to make breakfast at 6:30 every day.

But as soon as I entered the kitchen today, I saw Ye Rongrong busy in the kitchen.

It has been more than half a year since Wang Yan came to Ye Rongrong's home. This is the first time that ye Rongrong has come into the kitchen so early to make breakfast.

"It's not that Qingqing wanted to eat the noodles I made. She got up early to make noodles. Sister Wang, don't bother for breakfast today. Give it to me!"

Ye Guangrong said to Wang Yan while making noodles.

Since Aunt Liu went to the county to be a chef for her sister's fast food restaurant, she gave Wang Yan the job of cooking for her family.

"Good!"

Wang Yan nodded and said.

Having been at Ye Rongrong's house for such a long time, Wang Yan certainly knows Ye Rongrong's cooking skills, which is much better than the chef in the hotel.

I can't compare myself.

So Wang Yan stood in the kitchen, watching Ye Rongrong make noodles. This is a rare opportunity to learn!

……

"I'm too full to sit down!"

Xue Kaiqi touched the round tummy and said.

"It's a good thing for you to say that you've eaten half of the noodles in a big basin, but we haven't eaten them well yet!"

Ouyang Qianqian looked at Xue Kaiqi discontentedly and said.

"That is, that is, I haven't even had a few mouthfuls. You're the only one who eats more."

Zhang Yang also said discontentedly.

"I can't blame you. Who let you eat so politely? Do you want the image of a lady? If you look at me like this, you can eat big mouthfuls. All these delicious things are in my stomach. "

Xue Kaiqi said triumphantly.

It turns out that in the morning, ye Rongrong brought out his special large face plate.

Ye Rongrong's family makes noodles. If there are many people in the family, they all use big face plates to make noodles. If you want to eat noodles, you can take bowls and chopsticks and fish them in the basin by yourself.

At the beginning, Ouyang Qianqian felt that the noodles made by her teacher were not as good as the noodles made by her teacher last night.

But after a bite of sliced noodles, we couldn't help blinking our eyes. It was really delicious.

"You've eaten all our noodles. That's right!"

Ouyang Qianqian some speechless looking at Xue Kaiqi said.

On the face, I really can't compare with Xue Kaiqi!

"Don't say this, you say our teacher's noodles, how can they be so delicious?"

Xue Kaiqi quickly changed the topic and said.

"Yes, I didn't expect that our teacher's noodles were so delicious. This is the best noodles I've ever eaten. If our teacher opened a noodle shop, it would be a good business!"

Zhang Yang nodded and said.

We all often eat pasta. There are many pasta shops on the street and on the roadside. In China, pasta is the three main staple food. There are more than one billion people in China who have basically eaten pasta.

Pasta tastes different in different places.

Zhang Yang has eaten many kinds of pasta, such as fried sauce noodles, stewed noodles, hot and dry noodles, Dan Dan noodles, sliced noodles, instant noodles and so on, as well as foreign spaghetti and so on.

But I've never tasted better than my teacher's noodles. My teacher's noodle making skill is really amazing."Our teacher has so much money and is still a professor in Medical College of southern Zhejiang University. Do you still need to open a noodle shop to earn money?"

Xue Kaiqi shook her head and said.

Although I don't know how much money I have in my teacher's house, just looking at his big yard and his Audi Q7, Xue Kaiqi thinks that the teacher's house must have a lot of money,

he won't be so tired to open a noodle shop to earn money.

"It's the same here."

……

"What are you talking about?"

Ye Guangrong comes with nalanhai and Ma Shaohua. As soon as they hear Ouyang Qianqian talking about themselves, they ask.

"Hello, teacher!"

"Teacher, we are saying that the noodles you made are so delicious that I am full of them!"

"You're the one who eats the most, so that everyone is not satisfied!"

Ye Rongrong looked at Xue Kaiqi with some depression and said.

You say you are a girl, how can you eat so fast!

In the morning, ye Rongrong made quite a lot of noodles. He just wanted to show his glorious image as a teacher in front of his students. When ye Rongrong ate noodles, he was much more polite than usual and did not gobble it up.

But I didn't expect that my schoolgirl would gobble up the noodles. Three or two times, they would be eaten up.

Ye Guangrong didn't have enough in the morning.

So ye Rongrong decided to take them to the dormitory of "old people's home" today, and then eat there.

These big stomach kings, if they are raised by themselves, they will be fat and thin.

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