Chapter 218 The First Guests, Steamed Buns and Noodles

But the local people nowadays are not easy to mess with.

Catching a child may cause trouble for a family or even a village. If things go wrong, there may be ten or eight first-wheeled warriors or even one or two second-wheeled masters among those mud legs, which will be fatal.

Yes, many mud legs in this world can actually become second-wheeled masters, which is really unfriendly to the local hooligans of Dawu.

The local hooligans are used to being lazy and taking crooked paths, which is already difficult to change.

This is not to say that it is completely contrary to the basic requirements of the blessing of the fairy mountain, but at least it is incompatible with water and fire.

The road has narrowed without knowing it.

So some people walked on a road until dark, staring at the wandering little beggars.

The permanent population of Xuanwei Prefecture is nearly one million, and the floating population is hundreds of thousands. There are definitely many children without family and relatives to protect them.

Catching dozens of them every once in a while, selling them or using them for personal use, will not cause any waves at all.

But when it fell into Xiaoman's ears, it immediately produced an extremely bad effect.

Don't forget, this girl was captured by traffickers and sold to the courtyard.

Although it is said that misfortune may turn out to be a blessing in disguise, this experience made her eventually become Gu Ke's hired worker, but she was always worried and scolded.

She was not seriously ill, so she naturally didn't have any "grateful for suffering" brainless ideas, but only hated the traffickers.

Seeing the two big men smugly, beating and scolding the little beggars, and tying them up one by one, Xiaoman recalled the past memories in her mind.

She could no longer remember the appearance of the traffickers who captured her, but their manners were exactly the same.

Almost without thinking, she flicked her fingers.

A few soybean-sized, dough-like white blood flew out and hit the elbows and knees of the two big men in an instant.

The power of the small blood ball was like a heavy hammer. With a few clicks, the two big men still had a "smug smile" on their faces, and suddenly their joints were broken and they fell to the street.

Not only that, two balls of white blood bounced off their elbows and hit their jaws, so they couldn't even scream.

The little beggars who fell to the ground were all confused: What's going on? Why did these two people suddenly kneel on the ground!

The leading little beggar reacted quickly and probably guessed that someone had saved him.

He tried to get up and thanked the people around him, but no one responded.

Standing up disappointed, the little beggar looked at the two thugs lying on the ground, whimpering in pain, with a fierce light in his eyes.

With a call, several companions who had not been tied up rushed forward, holding the earth, stone and wooden sticks they had just grabbed from the side, and beat the two thugs.

The physical fitness of the great warriors is generally higher than that of Gu Ke's previous life.

This group of little beggars couldn't beat the two thugs head-on, but they were more than enough to whip the two people with broken limbs.

How rampant they were just now, how miserable they are now.

The two thugs were beaten so hard that they finally stopped screaming and fainted on the spot with blood on their heads.

The little beggars threw down their dirt and sticks, rushed over and took advantage of them.

They took away all the valuables from the two guys, stripped them naked, even tore off their shorts, and threw them into the walls on both sides of the alley.

The group of little beggars fled the alley contentedly.

Xiaoman and Saranzhu were in high spirits at the window of the Wanshiwu, cheering repeatedly.

Xiaoping'er disliked the ugly appearance of the two thugs, and turned her head away in advance, but she also had a smile on her face.

These villains who specifically bully lonely children deserve to be beaten to death.

Of course, they are not much better than dead now.

Xiaoman made a move to ensure that they were disabled for life, unless they could get the blood-replenishing pills produced in the cave, they would have a chance to recover.

But with the two thugs' inferior means and character, it was a question whether they had the blood-replenishing pills produced in the cave.

Even if there is one, most likely they would not be willing to use it to save these two rubbish.

All this is based on the premise that they can be rescued before freezing to death.

But considering the remoteness of the alley and their identities, Gu Ke felt that this possibility was not great - who would save such a thug?

Gu Ke looked at the three cheering women again and smiled: With such a good show, this trip is not in vain.

Then he lowered his head again and copied the skill book.

The Wuxiang Zhenjing made his mind so powerful that it was difficult to estimate. It would be a waste if he didn't copy some skill books.

Compared with the system initiation that consumes Tianfu Tongbao and causal money, skill books are almost a cost-free business.

Especially for skills and martial arts without characteristics, there is no substantial difference between skill books and initiation.

While writing, the door opened, hitting the bell on the top of the door and making a pleasant "ding-ling" sound.

Gu Ke paused with the pen in his hand, looked up, and saw a group of little beggars pouring into the door.

Their faces were full of tension, fear, anxiety, and excitement. After entering, they immediately turned around and looked out the door to see if anyone noticed them.

After a few breaths, a little beggar felt a quiet behind him, which was completely different from the hustle and bustle of the street outside.

She turned her head in confusion and saw Gu Ke sitting at the counter, looking at her and her friends calmly.

The second master is a recognized ancient handsome man, but he does not have a kind and amiable temperament. The same is true for the war king who imitated the second master.

Being watched by him, the little beggar was not scared to tears, but he was uneasy in his heart. He quickly reached out and frantically pulled the little friend behind him who was still observing the movement outside.

Finally, the leading little beggar, who could not stand being pulled by her, turned his head: "Little girl, what are you doing? What?"

The last two words came out of his mouth with a pause, because he also received "Second Master's gaze".

With this sound, the little beggars turned their heads one after another like a chain reaction, and then collectively shrank their heads and bowed their bodies, not daring to look at Gu Ke.

They were like a group of little quails thrown into the snow, shivering.

Gu Ke didn't want to scare them, but it's not suitable for children to be too indulgent.

Well~~~ Except for Xiaoman who never grows up and the giant baby Saranzhu.

After the group of little beggars quieted down, he nodded slightly: "Come and sit down."

As soon as the words came out, the quiet and honest little beggars subconsciously followed his instructions and walked to the counter.

The piece of the counter that separates the inside and outside is more than four feet long. When the little beggars approached, most of them had to look up to see his face.

Gu Ke didn't care. With a wave of his hand, he lifted all the children onto high wooden stools and asked, "Are you all hungry? Do you want to eat steamed buns or noodles?"

Hearing "steamed buns" and "noodles", the beggars almost swallowed their saliva together, and then answered in a mess: "Steamed buns."

"Noodles."

Fifteen people, seven steamed buns and eight noodles, almost 50-50.

Gu Ke turned his head and nodded to the three women who had entered the counter: "They are very weak. First, use ordinary materials and mix some exotic grains to make fried egg noodles and mushroom stuffed steamed buns."

The three women automatically divided the work. Xiao Ping'er and Saranzhu took the ingredients from the warehouse and started to process them.

Xiao Man and Gu Ke stuffed several stoves with firewood and lit them.

The first stove was put on a large iron pot, and after adding water, the bottom grid and lid of the steamer were placed on it to prepare steamed buns.

The second stove was also a large iron pot with water, ready to cook noodles.

Gu Ke specifically searched in the warehouse and found some dough that had been proofed for several hours.

This was some ordinary flour he had traded from the outside world, and he brought it back specifically as a sample for comparative testing with other grains.

Therefore, he would not trade it out again. There was not much left in the warehouse, but there were still a few hundred kilograms of each.

There were many similar samples of different raw materials.

With the warehouse's ten-fold aging function, the whole process of kneading and proofing the dough could be completed in a cup of tea, which was not time-consuming.

First, sprinkle a layer of purple wheat flour on the panel, and then rub the dough on the panel to make it longer.

Cut it into dough pieces, then rub it into long strips, apply cooking oil, and then press it slightly flat with a rolling pin.

Grab the two ends of several long noodles with both hands, open and close them, and the noodles are thrown upwards, forming an arc in the air - similar to the action of the "famous" ramen goddess statue in a certain university in the previous life.

Then the noodles are heavily thrown on the panel under the action of opening and closing both hands, making a crisp and powerful snapping sound.

Fold the stretched noodles in half, and repeat the process of throwing and beating again.

Repeat this three or five times, pull off the noodles, and the noodles will be long and continuous, about one finger wide.

This is the method of making Sichuan Tata noodles in the previous life.

In fact, the methods of pulling noodles, pulling noodles, and belt noodles are similar, except that the stretching techniques are different, and the width and thickness of the noodles are different.

Belt noodles are the widest, followed by Tata noodles, then pulled noodles, and pulled noodles are the thinnest.

The taste of the noodles is also different.

The feeling of belt noodles and Tata noodles is similar. The noodles are thick and elastic when eaten, but not as exaggerated as lumps.

Gu Ke chose Tata noodles just because it is simple and it won’t be too troublesome for children to eat it-one of the characteristics of belt noodles is that they are wide, but they can’t be put into the mouth.

With a shake and a throw, the long noodles formed overlapping circles in the air, and fell into the big iron pot where the water was just boiling, splashing a circle of water, and slowly sank.

On the second stove next to it, Xiaoman put the twin brother of the cloud pattern griddle, the black pot griddle.

Pour a pool of oil on it, and gently sweep it with the blood of his left hand to spread it evenly.

Three eggs appeared in his right hand, and he casually rubbed them on the edge of the griddle, and the eggshells cracked into the same size.

Sticking to the griddle surface, he placed the three eggs with the gaps facing down in turn and poured out the egg liquid and yolk.

Throwing the eggshells away and throwing them into the kitchen waste bucket at his feet, four more eggs immediately appeared in his right hand, and repeated the previous process.

In three breaths, fifteen "little suns" covered the black pot griddle, and a hissing sound came from the bottom.

The aroma of fried eggs also immediately came out and drifted into the noses of the little beggars.

Gurgle! A group of children swallowed their saliva together, and their eyes moved away from the noodles on Gu Ke's side.

They stepped on the horizontal bar of the stool on the high wooden stool, stood up slightly, and stretched their necks to stare at the fried eggs on the black pot griddle.

Gu Ke picked up a big spoon, scooped up the boiling noodle soup, and poured it into a row of big bowls next to him.

In the big bowls were small pieces of lard, shallots, minced garlic, soy sauce, and a little bit of pepper oil, red oil, aged vinegar, chicken essence, and sugar.

This was Xiao Ping'er's splitting of attention, using her blood and energy to control for a moment, and she was ready.

She was not as good as Gu Ke and Xiao Man in making a single dish.

But when it comes to batching the noodle base, each portion of the seasoning is consistent, which is really fast and good.

While preparing fifteen bowls of base, she did not forget to roll the dough into dough in her hand, and it slid along the panel and came to Saranzhu's hands.

Saranzhu put a big spoonful of mushroom filling on the soft dough, holding the dough with her left hand and rotating it at a constant speed, and the fingers of her right hand quickly pinched the edge, and finally formed a small knot at the top.

Put down the bun, the next dough just slid over, and repeated the process.

The two cooperated smoothly and the rhythm was stable.

Whether it is the weight of the dough or the eighteen folds on the big buns, they are all as standard and precise as industrial products. People with obsessive-compulsive disorder will definitely feel comfortable when they see them.

Gu Ke's noodles were just out of the pot, and the buns here were all wrapped and quietly put into the steamer, which was then placed on the bottom grid and covered with a lid.

The slightly purple noodles were picked up by long bamboo chopsticks, cut at the right length, and slid smoothly into the big bowl and immersed in the light sauce-colored soup.

Xiaoman stretched out a bamboo spatula and shook the double-sided fried eggs on top into the bowl one by one.

A plate of cooked small green vegetables was poured into the noodle pot, boiled in the boiling hot soup for a few breaths, and then picked up one by one into the big bowl, forming a half circle of green along the edge of the bowl.

In the middle was a brown fried egg, and below was a light soy sauce-colored noodle soup, with small pieces of red oil floating on it, and white noodles were faintly visible in the noodle soup.

The simple, yet delicious and fragrant fried egg noodles are ready.

Gu Ke and Xiao Man worked together to put them in front of a group of children, and gave them a pair of purple bamboo chopsticks.

"Eat, no need to fight. One bowl for each person, and there will be two mushroom buns later." He said.

The little beggars swallowed their saliva, secretly looked at him, and then looked at the leading little beggar who was in his early teens.

The leading little beggar took a deep breath and clasped his hands together: "Thank you, uncle, a meal of kindness will be repaid later."

Gu Ke nodded, stepped back a few steps and sat on the high stool, picked up the nameless pen again, and began to copy the unfinished skill book.

The little beggar's eyes showed envy and awe.

He was different from other little friends. He had found opportunities to listen to the town's teaching lectures several times.

Although the time was too short and I didn't learn much, I still remember what the teacher said: "If a person doesn't study, he will be muddleheaded all his life and it will be difficult to get started in martial arts."

The teacher's expression at that time seemed to be content, but also regretful.

Later, I heard from the town mayor's stupid son that the teacher was an entry-level martial artist, but his family was poor and he started practicing martial arts too late, so he would never become a master in this life.

The little beggar didn't understand it at that time. After the village was destroyed by the monster, he wandered all the way to Xuanwei Prefecture.

The two people who gave him important tips have disappeared with the town in his hometown.

They used their lives to prove the importance of martial arts - the teacher guarded the town's protective formation and died of blood exhaustion, and the town mayor's stupid son was eaten by the monster, leaving no residue.

So martial arts is very important, at least... you can die decently.

Reading is more important, otherwise you can only be an entry-level martial artist, and maybe you will die of blood exhaustion like the teacher.

The leading little beggar remembered all these clearly in his heart, and when he saw Gu Ke reading and writing, he naturally couldn't hide his envy.