Chapter 929: The Skills of the Foodie Empire

Bang...a piece of dough hit the chopping board heavily, snow-white flour was sprinkled on it, and the strong hands held it down and kneaded it continuously. Stretch, fold in half, shake, and repeat this more than ten times. The noodles that look like whiskers are cut off with a knife and thrown into boiling water.

The meat and bones are boiled in boiling water, the soup is like milk, and it is delicious and fragrant. The cooked noodles are quickly scooped up, and with simple oil and salt, it is a bowl of delicious big bone soup noodles.

"Wow..."

"God, it's amazing."

"It's a skill you never see back home in Kentucky."

In Yunshan City, there was a commotion in the big kitchen of the Eighth Regiment of the First U.S. Cavalry Division. Dozens of U.S. soldiers waiting to eat were surrounding a pot and exclaiming. In their opinion, the 'old machine' who is making noodles is simply a god.

"K, company, company, the noodles from the Sixth Tank Battalion Company are ready." Zhou Qingfeng came out wearing an apron and carrying a big bucket full of fresh noodle soup. A group of high-nosed and deep-eyed American devils immediately surrounded him with cheers.

"Oh..., give me one, this noodle looks very good."

"This scent has already cured my anorexia and I can't wait to eat a big bowl."

"This miraculous noodle is the greatest comfort in winter, and it really is a delicacy that can be remembered for a lifetime."

Seeing a group of foreign devils like the noodles he made so much, the 'old machine' who was in charge of stretching the noodles was very angry. While exerting force, he cursed: "These dead Yankees, who don't eat good meat and throw it away, actually like to eat noodles, are a bunch of prodigals."

The deputy squad leader was in charge of the meeting. Hearing the complaints of the 'old machine', he elbowed the other party and said with a serious face: "Pay attention to discipline, and don't ruin the squad leader's plan. Otherwise, if our division hits such a How many soldiers have to be sacrificed for an armored regiment?"

Thinking of the tanks in Yunshan City one after another, the 'old machine' could only shut up and stretch the noodles vigorously. Thanks to the fact that they ate their fill at noon, they seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and a large portion of noodles was cooked in a few minutes.

Not long ago, everyone in the Sharp Knife Class was still smacking their tongues at the powerful logistics of the American emperor, but now it is the turn of the Americans to relish the deliciousness of their cooking. You know, the American cooks in the field kitchen expressed their disdain when they said they wanted to borrow American cooking utensils to make some food.

A group of "Nanbang" natives who can express their surprise by eating a piece of bread, want to cook an unparalleled meal for American soldiers? This is ridiculous!

All right,

Now that you've boasted to the officer, we want to see what unbelievable food you can cook? Don't tell me it's a hot pot with kimchi and luncheon meat, that thing will cause a riot in the military camp, hahaha...!

And now..., several American cooks are behind the 'old machine'. They were amazed to see that this Asian man with rough hands and feet could make noodles with just his hands. And just a few meaty bones can cook a fragrant broth, which is magic beyond common sense.

After tasting the "Old Machine" noodles, the American chefs also had to give a thumbs up and praise them unanimously, saying loudly that this is the best noodle they have ever eaten.

At Zhou Qingfeng's request, the 'Old Machine' also chattered and laughed a few times, expressing that he was happy to serve the Americans. But in his heart, he changed from admiring the powerful logistics of the United States to contempt for American soldiers. It's really barbaric. It's so happy to eat noodles!

And at the other end there was a large cauldron, in which two shovels were stirring. The fire was raging under the pot, and the lard on the pot was sizzling, and hundreds of eggs were poured into the pot, making a splashing sound immediately.

The U.S. soldier who was waiting to eat noodles heard this noise, and even more cheered, grabbed the plate and ran over, yelling wildly in out-of-key Chinese: "Egg fried rice, egg fried rice, we love egg fried rice!" fried rice."

The other two warriors were carrying a bucket of rice that had just been boiled and drained. The rice was poured into the cauldron and began to stir vigorously. Lard, eggs, rice, and the aromas of various simple ingredients after heating are mixed together to produce a mouthwatering delicious taste**.

In the matter of eating, the Foodie Empire has accumulated a wealth of skills for thousands of years, and any use of homely skills will be a magical attack that is fascinating and difficult to resist.

Compared with foreigners who either bake or stew, or eat raw if they can't, the Chinese have long played with all kinds of strange tricks in cooking. There are countless ways to play with the combination of various seasonings and ingredients.

The most important thing is that Chinese food is simple, really simple!

Can a table of time-consuming and labor-intensive French meals be prepared under field conditions? Go dreaming!

But under field conditions, simply making some noodles and fried rice can make these American soldiers shout 'God' wildly.

The hot fried rice is divided up as soon as it comes out of the pan. Everyone who has eaten it praises it and loves it very much. Their frenzy looks like Christmas in advance, with happy smiles on their faces all the time.

The bustle of the kitchen even alarmed the senior U.S. military officers in Yunshan City. After a burst of shouts of 'Stand Attention', everyone in the kitchen immediately stood up straight, with their hands together in the seam of their trousers, serious and serious.

An American woman wearing the rank of colonel entered the kitchen, and his aide-de-camp shouted, "Colonel Palmer is now speaking."

Hey... the commander of the Eighth Regiment of the First Division of the U.S. Cavalry, who was switching defenses with the First Division of Nanbang, arrived. Once a big shot comes out, the momentum is different. Everyone stood in silence, even the sharp knife class was no exception.

The 'old machine' was already angry at cooking for the Americans, but now he wants to stand up for the US military officer, and he can't help complaining in a low voice: "I am a volunteer soldier, but I want to salute the Americans." ?”

Now even the deputy squad leader kicked the 'old machine', cursing in a low voice: "Salute if you are told to, stop talking nonsense at this time. If the plan fails, I will tear you alive first."

"If we had one now, wouldn't we be able to make great contributions?" 'Douding' interjected. These words made everyone in the sharp knife class tremble. Uh...except Uncle Zhou.

Colonel Palmer came out with a big laugh, and first exchanged greetings with the American officers and soldiers present to get closer, and then smelled the scent and walked to the pot of the sharp knife squad. The colonel first looked at the boiling noodles and delicious fried rice in the pot, and then he looked at Zhou Qingfeng and others.

"I heard that a team of Nanbang chefs with excellent culinary skills came to the kitchen, and the food they cooked was very popular. I think the so-called 'Nanbang chefs' must be you." Colonel Palmer laughed.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't give in when it was time to pretend, and shouted loudly: "Dear Colonel, it is a great honor to serve you. Would you like to taste our food?"

"Of course I would." Colonel Palmer said kindly that he was actually very friendly. He took the plate from Zhou Qingfeng, tasted the noodles and fried rice, and then showed his gesture of having fun with Bing.

But Zhou Qingfeng's ability to observe words and expressions is too outstanding, and it is easy to feel that the other party is not conquered by simple noodles and fried rice. Thinking about it, it is definitely not so easy to deal with high officials. What delicacies have they never eaten?

So Zhou Qingfeng said to 'Douding': "Take our secret weapon."

'Douding' quickly put on asbestos gloves and took out a ball of yellow mud that was roasted to smoke from an oven. The appearance of this thing is ordinary, but it successfully attracted the attraction of the colonel, and he took the initiative to ask: "What is this?"

Zhou Qingfeng shouted loudly again: "This is a palace secret recipe that has been passed down for thousands of years. It is a peerless delicacy that has been recorded in dozens of generations of history. It is a delicacy that is popular all over the world. It is an extraordinary and extraordinary imperial treasure chicken."

Hehehe....

Zhou Qingfeng's voice was loud and loud, attracting the audience's attention. But Douding, who was closest to him, thought to himself: monitor, although I don't understand English, is it necessary to use such a long string of words to describe a beggar?

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