Chapter 546 Frying, Frying, Stir-Frying, and Stewing

Laolutou is actually a kind of pasta, a kind of pasta from Guanzhong. The former Guanzhong is now Shaanxi. This is a very versatile pasta.

Whether it's pan-fried, deep-fried, stir-fried, braised, or any other way, it tastes great.

This is the life wisdom of Guanzhong people who love to eat pasta.

"That's it. It should be delicious." Yuanzhou selected the second dish for the quiz, and the speed was much faster when he checked it later.

Because I have a goal and the viewing speed becomes faster, the remaining third will be read quickly.

"Well, I'm finally fine. Let's go to bed." Yuan Zhou looked up at the clock. It was one o'clock in the morning, raised his head, cleared the table, and went upstairs with the neatly arranged white paper without any disappointment.

As for the reason why these white papers are neat, it is very simple.

Originally, the three books prepared by Yuan Zhou had been used up a long time ago, and the following ones were books provided by diners voluntarily. They were all made of white paper. They were the same in this respect, but the sizes were slightly different.

As a severe patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, Yuan Zhou cut them all into the same size without hesitation.

It's still a nice size, and when put together, it looks particularly neat.

After putting the stack of papers in the bookcase, Yuanzhou was satisfied and prepared to wash up and go to bed.

When "Xixi Suosuo" took off his belt, Yuan Zhou couldn't help but mutter, "Fortunately, I'm thin, this belt is really tight."

Although he went to bed late last night, Yuan Zhou still got up early as usual, then washed up and went out for a run to exercise. This has become Yuan Zhou's fixed habit.

At this time, the old woman who was in good health had already walked around in front of Yuanzhou's door and went home to steam buns.

Of course, when Yuan Zhou reaches the door of his store, Yuan Zhou will take away the doghouse in front of the door.

Yes, as the weather got colder and colder, Yuanzhou placed a kennel of suitable size and warmth at the door. This was of course prepared for the conscientious Noodle Soup.

And Yuan Zhou would take it away every morning when he ran by. There was already a tacit understanding between one person and one dog.

By the time Yuan Zhou was preparing breakfast ingredients in the kitchen, many people were already standing outside Yuan Zhou's shop, and there was a trend of more and more people.

"Oh, I'm so excited. What should I do if Boss Yuan chooses my hometown delicacies?" A diner looked at the closed door of Yuanzhou's shop with excitement.

"After thinking too much, I think it must be mine." Another diner said disdainfully.

"Maybe it's me, old man, who takes the crown." The old man said with a kind smile.

That's right, the old man had a hand in it and voted for it.

Of course, Wu Hai definitely did not fall behind others and voted.

"That's not necessarily true. After all, I was the first to vote." Wu Hai said proudly, stroking his mustache.

"But what you voted for is only what you like to eat, and it may not be in compliance with the rules." Ling Hong directly broke down the problem.

"I think my chances are good after all. After all, I know so many weird foods." Manman said confidently.

You must know that Manman is a cake chef with his own shop after all, so it is easy to know some strange pastries.

At this time, all the diners were unconvinced. They started arguing with each other, and everyone felt that they would choose their own.

"Don't be impatient. Everyone will know when the boss opens the door." At this time, Zhou Jia stepped forward to comfort him.

"Wow!" At this moment, the door opened in everyone's expectation.

"Please take your number first, and then prepare to dine in." Zhou Jia immediately began to give instructions.

But the people at the entrance of Yuanzhou's shop showed no signs of dispersing. They were all waiting to see if Yuanzhou would produce new dishes this morning, and whether the new ones would be the delicacies of his hometown.

Five minutes can be as long as it takes, but within a short while, the top ten diners had already poured into the shop.

"Boss Yuan, what's for breakfast today?" the diner asked anxiously as soon as he entered the door.

"Yes, yes, what is it?" another diner echoed loudly.

“Today’s breakfast includes Lao Yutou and Chicken Soup Lao Yutou.

"Yuan Zhou stood in the kitchen and said calmly.

"Old Yutou? What is this?" The ten people who came in were all confused.

"Sounds like a kind of bird?" Wu Hai guessed after hearing the words.

"It is indeed a bird, a name for crow." The old man said it clearly.

"It's a kind of pasta." Technician Cheng said.

"I see, but it wasn't provided by me." The ten people sat down almost in unison.

I was thinking the same thing, but I wanted to try what this old owl was, and it actually beat the delicious food I provided.

"Old Eurasian also has a name. Everyone should know it when you say it. It's a mouse." Technician Cheng explained with a smile.

"Isn't that just noodles?" The old man reacted immediately.

"That's right." Technician Cheng nodded, then stopped talking and started staring at Yuan Zhou.

On the other side, Yuan Zhou has already started to do it.

This old duck head needs to be cooked freshly to be delicious. Fortunately, this thing is really effortless and simple and quick to make.

Directly use slightly hot water to knead the noodles. The difficult thing during this period is how to keep the temperature of the water from changing, so that the noodles that come out can be moderately soft and hard, and the gnocchi in a bowl can be cooked at the same level.

As soon as the water was poured into the flour, Yuan Zhou immediately began to stir it at an even and fast speed. As the flour was stirred, the flour slowly condensed into dough lumps. Another difficulty was how to keep them the same size, but of course the shapes could not be the same.

Yuan Zhou's skillful technique is like that of a master chef from an old village in Shaanxi. His movements have rhythm, are beautiful and fast.

Yuan Zhou was mixing the noodles and boiling the chicken soup at the same time. After mixing the noodles, the chicken soup was just boiling.

Of course, Yuan Zhou has been simmering the chicken soup since last night, and it is only boiling now. Therefore, this chicken soup is different from others, as clear as water, but with restrained flavor.

"Dong dong dong" A bowl of noodles with different shapes but almost the same size all jumped happily into the chicken soup pot.

At this moment, only Yuan Zhou asked. The wheat aroma of raw flour and the rich chicken soup collided, emitting a special fragrance.

The chicken soup kept boiling, and the noodles turned from white to transparent white after a while, which was a sign that they were cooked.

"Your old owl, please use it slowly." The first bowl was naturally Kuaishou's Wuhai.

The second bowl is the one that doesn’t fall behind others.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten something like this." The old man said with emotion as he held the old owl head.

The clear soup in the brown bowl is white, with crystal clear old duck heads floating on the surface, cute like little white fat buns.

Without hesitation, the old man picked up his chopsticks and started eating. Yes, it is best for this old man to eat with chopsticks.

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