Chapter 1168

"Boss, two portions of minzhou fried noodles"

Ye Rongrong and Liu Qingqing sit down on a clean table and shout to the stall owner.

"Two coco Chow fried noodles. I'll be right there."

See business door-to-door, stall owners began to busy up to ye glory, they stir fried noodles dry.

The stall owner's fried noodles are very fast. Without five minutes, two copies of minzhou fried noodles are ready.

"Well..."

Looking at the fried noodles in front of him, ye Rongrong couldn't help frowning.

In addition to the raw materials, there is also a very important factor in whether the fried flour is good or not, which is the frying skill of the producer.

Want to know this powder is soft, want to do fried cooked fried thoroughly, has been very difficult, not to mention stir evenly, don't let the powder dry fried coke.

Therefore, if some fried flour masters have poor skills, the dried flour is easy to stick to the pot in the process of frying.

Even if it can be shoveled up quickly, the powder will be broken. Although it can be eaten as well, the taste and appearance are far worse.

Although Ye Rongrong hasn't eaten the fried noodles yet, ye Rongrong can only give it two points for his appearance!

"Husband, this powder is not delicious."

After eating two mouthfuls, Liu Qingqing frowned and said.

When it comes to fried Yangping dried noodles, Liu Qingqing likes to eat the dried noodles fried by her husband, which is the best fried dried noodles in the world.

"I'll fry a portion of fried noodles for you."

Ye Rongrong thought about it and said.

It seems we have to do it ourselves.

"Well, Hello, my husband."

Liu Qingqing said happily.

It's been several months since I ate my husband's fried noodles. Liu Qingqing misses it very much.

"Boss, I'll fry two Yangping fried noodles with your cooker."

Ye Rongrong stood up and said to the stall owner.

"What? Is my fried flour not good? "

Said the stall owner, frowning.

"It's not suitable for the taste. The main reason is that you don't have a good command of the fire. The dry fried noodles have very high requirements for the fire. If the fire is not enough or too much, the dry fried noodles will almost taste bad."

Ye Guangrong nodded and told the truth.

"Are you a cook, too?"

The stall owner looked at Ye Rongrong suspiciously and asked.

The stall owner himself knows that his skill of baking powder is average, otherwise the business would not be so cold.

But this skill can't be practiced for a while.

You can only rely on constantly frying this powder. Practice makes perfect.

"It's a cook, I suppose."

Ye Guangrong nodded and said.

"Then you can fry it!"

Anyway, there is no business now, and the stall owner also agreed to let Ye Rongrong fry the fried noodles himself.

Of course, I also want to learn from teachers.

After all, if this person's fried noodles taste good, you can ask him for some experience, and then you can improve your skills.

Like doing your own business, it is very demanding for this craft.

Since the stall owner agreed, ye Rongrong was not polite. He took the shovel from the stall owner's hand and began to stir fry the fried noodles.

Turn on the stove and wait for the iron pan to heat up completely. Ye Rongrong scoops a little oil. In the pan, wait for the oil in the pan to boil for two minutes. Ye Rongrong starts to dry the fried flour.

Ye Rongrong threw the three people's portion of dried powder into the pot two times. It seemed like a casual action. In fact, the amount of dried powder put in each time was basically the same as that of over weighing.

After the dried powder is put into the pot, ye Rongrong quickly stir fry. This speed must be mastered. If it is fast, the powder will not be cooked. If it is slow, the powder will stick to the pot, and it is easy to be fried into scorched yellow, so the taste will be much worse.

Every time ye Rongrong raised it quickly and gently, forming a beautiful parabola in the air, and then gently fell into the pot. The whole process was like a performance, which made people intoxicated.

"This action? How fast is that? "

The stall owner watched foolishly as ye Rongrong was frying powder.

The stall owner never thought that he could stir fry flour like this.

Now the stall owner understands that he has met an expert in fried noodles.

Think of here, the stall owner can not help but excited.

If you can learn this craft, the business of your stall is not very hot!

All of a sudden, the stall owner stares at Ye Guangrong's hand for fear that he may miss a subtle action.

Under the stall owner's eyes, crystal clear powder was constantly thrown out of the pot by Ye Guangrong, and then quickly fell into the pot. The whole process was so perfect that no powder was damaged or burnt.At the same time, we also add various seasonings, so that all kinds of seasonings are evenly attached to each fried flour, no more or less.

In the stall owner's view, this is simply an art, an art of cooking.

"It's amazing..."

The stall owner looked at Ye Guangrong with admiration. He had never seen such a skillful way.

With the continuous stir frying of Ye Rongrong, the dried powder is also well fried. In any case, the dried powder fried by ordinary people will be scorched, but the dried powder fried by Ye Rongrong is still crystal clear.

It's like it's not fried in a pan.

"What's the taste? It's so fragrant..."

"What a delicious smell! I'm drooling!"

"It's like the fragrance coming from there!"

……

With the smell of dried fried flour wafting out of the pot, it immediately shocked the tourists around. For the tourists who come here, they are basically for eating.

Such a charming fragrance naturally attracts many tourists.

"This fried flour is so fragrant!"

"It's not only fragrant, but also beautiful."

"I really want to have a bite!"

……

Soon Ye Rongrong was surrounded by a group of diners, and many people couldn't help drooling. The smell of fried noodles was so attractive,

many people had eaten fried noodles, but it was the first time that we smelled such an attractive fried noodles.

"Boss, give me a portion of this fried flour."

"Boss, I want one too."

"Give me two fried noodles. No, give me five. I want five."

……

The onlookers said one after another.

They regard Ye Guangrong as the stall owner.

No matter what the people on the side said, ye Rongrong devoted himself to fried noodles, and soon the three dishes of Yangping fried noodles with attractive fragrance were ready.

"I gave it to you."

Ye Rongrong said to the stall owner, and took two plates of fried flour to his seat.

"Wife, I'm hungry!"

Ye Rongrong put a plate of fried noodles in front of Liu Qingqing and said gently.

"Honey, the fried noodles you fried are really delicious."

Liu Qingqing can't wait to eat.

Every time I eat the food made by my husband, it's a perfect enjoyment for Liu Qingqing.

But after coming to Beijing, my husband seldom cooks.

Now she's eating fried noodles made by her husband. Liu Qingqing's eyes are wet. She's really happy to have such a good husband.

"Boss, why don't you make our fried noodles?"

"Boss, don't patronize yourself to eat. Hurry to work. Everyone is waiting."

"Yes, we are all in a hurry!"

"Do you want to do business again?"

……

See ye Guangrong only to do their own sit down to eat, do not give everyone fried noodles dry, onlookers have discontented to urge the way.

"Who told you that I'm the boss of this stall, and I'm also a diner, OK? The boss is there!"

Ye Rongrong pointed to the middle-aged stall owner who was not far away and wolfing down fried noodles, and said to the people around him.

"You're not the boss?"

The onlookers were stunned by Ye Guangrong's words.

You are not the boss. What are you doing at the stall?

"Have you ever seen a stall dressed like me?"

Ye Guangrong said with a smile.

Now ye Rongrong is a high-end suit and a successful person.

It doesn't look like a stall.

"Not really!"

People take a look at Ye Rongrong and the stall owner who is not far away. They make sure Ye Rongrong is not the stall owner.

After all, ye Rongrong is now wearing Gucci clothes. If you really set up this fried flour stand, the money you earned in this month is not enough for the dry cleaning of Gucci clothes.

"Sir, your fried noodles are really delicious. Give me one!"

A young man looked at Ye Rongrong greedily, eating fried noodles with relish, and said to Ye Rongrong.

"No time!"

Ye Rongrong said without raising his head.

I don't set up a stall to do fried noodles business. Why should I do fried noodles for strangers!

"Sir, we give money, double money, no, five times money."

Said the young man at once.

"No interest!"

Ye Rongrong shook his head and said.

Not to mention five times the money, that is 100 times the money, ye Guangrong is lazy to make fried noodles for them.

"I'll give you 100 yuan for a portion of fried noodles, sir. What do you think?"A middle-aged man looked at Ye Rongrong and said.

If you don't eat such a tempting fried noodles, middle-aged men will feel sleepless tonight.

"No interest, you stay away from me, don't hinder us to eat!"

Ye Rongrong said unhappily.

It's really uncomfortable to eat with so many people around!

See ye Rongrong really don't want to do fried noodles for everyone, people can only leave helplessly!

After all, it's about your feelings and my wishes. People don't set up stalls to do business. They must be rich in clothes.

People are not short of the money. If they are not willing to make this kind of fried noodles, they have no choice.

……

Ten minutes later, ye Rongrong and Liu Qingqing ate well!

"How much, boss?"

Ye Rongrong shouts to the stall owner.

"No, no money!"

The stall owner said in a hurry.

Today, the stall owner has seen what real fried noodles are.

That fragrance, that taste, really let the stall owner have the impulse to bite his tongue.

It's so delicious!

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