Although there are no fresh shrimp on hand, a few serious crabs can still be used.

Su Zifang skillfully opened the belly of the crab and lifted the shell, removed the parotid gland and heart, removed the crab meat, crab roe and crab paste and put it on a plate for later use.

It's not a crab in season, it's always yellow and not thick, Su Zifang felt sorry for Xue Yi while picking the shrimp meat, it is estimated that this is the worst crab dish he has ever made.

It's really difficult to be a master of Huaiyang cuisine.

Cut the pork belly into the lard, then slice the lean meat and marinate it with light soy sauce and ginger juice, boil the oil on the fire, wait until the oil residue is all golden and crispy, remove the oil residue, change to low heat and start frying the bald butter. The crab meat and crab roe were all crushed, mixed with the peeled salted egg yolk, and the aroma was overflowing under the soaking of lard, and even Su Zifang couldn't hold back his drool.

After boiling the bald butter, Su Zifang fried a plate of salted meat and dried tofu with lean meat as a side meal.

The noodles have already been cooked in the pot on the side, the thin noodles are put in cold water, and they are put back in a bowl and covered with a spoonful of low-grade bald butter.

Sprinkled with a handful of chopped green onions and served with ginger vinegar, Su Zifang was finally satisfied with his four bowls of bald butter noodles and low-profile version.

"Grandpa Xue, why did you think of coming to Jingling?"

"It's okay to be idle, take a walk. ”

Su Zifang: ......

How do I feel that there is something wrong with the script.

When he went out with the tray, he saw Yang Qiong and Zhao Xiaoman chatting with Xue Yi hotly, especially Zhao Xiaoman, who was completely respectful.

"Master, do you know?" Su Zifang was a little surprised.

It seems that the people around me are connected by an invisible net, and you can find another acquaintance through several layers of relationships.

However, this net excludes itself.

It's still a little uncomfortable......

"You kid, when did you turn Xiao Zhao's daughter over?" Xue Yi scolded angrily, and looked at Zhao Xiaoman again: "The cutting board chef he said is you?"

"Hmm. Zhao Xiaoman nodded.

"It's a pity......" Xue Yi looked at Zhao Xiaoman, was silent for a few seconds, and let out a low sigh, "Your talent should have been better." ”

Zhao Xiaoman did not deny it, raised his hand to comb the ends of his hair behind his ears, and smiled in response to Xue Yi's compliment.

"...... you" Su Zifang just wanted to ask, but suddenly thought of Zhao Xiaoman's actions before, and still swallowed the question back into his stomach and stopped talking.

"Forget it, let's eat, and I can taste the craftsmanship of making noodles. ”

"Hmm. ”

Seeing Xue Yi speak, several people didn't say anything more, and began to concentrate on dealing with the bald butter noodles in front of them.

The four people at the table are either professional chefs or gourmets, and they know how good or bad the noodles are as soon as they are in their mouth.

"I put too much rice wine, but I didn't fry it cleanly, and the wine tasted heavy. Xue Yi took a sip of soup first.

"The noodles are boiled and soft. Xue Yi picked up another chopstick noodle.

"The salted egg yolk and lard are not very well integrated, and there is no crab yellow sand taste. Xue Yi put down the bowl and pushed it aside, "It's full!"

"Master, you have such a small appetite?" Su Zifang frowned, "I remember that you ate more than this in Linzhou!"

"It's unpalatable, I can't eat it!" Xue Yi glared, and there was some complaint between his eyebrows.

Su Zifang: ???

Although he is a little lazy to learn to cook, and his knife skills are poor, the heat seasoning is still passable, at least now he is also a chef who can make a quasi-S-level dish, so he is complained about by the public that cooking is unpalatable.

He doesn't want to lose face!

Su Zifang picked up a chopstick noodle and put it in his mouth without believing it.

"Isn't it, doesn't it taste okay?"

As soon as the words fell, he received two questioning glances, and Yang Qiong and Zhao Xiaoman's faces were full of words: "Please have a face." ”

"Boss Su, the taste is indeed a little bad. Yang Qiong said it implicitly, and Zhao Xiaoman threw out a sentence very directly: "It's not as good as that store." ”

"Okay, once born, twice ripe. I'll do it well next time. ”

In the past, when I could eat B+-level food, I called Su Shuai, but now when I eat B-level food, I call myself Boss Su. Su Zifang looked at the B-grade cuisine prompted by the system and was a little speechless.

"Oh, where is the rice?"

Suddenly, a Hucheng dialect came from the door.

Su Zifang turned his head and saw Wang Fugui, who was wearing a white sweatshirt, shaking a pu fan and swaying in slowly.

"Uncle Fugui, a rare guest!" Su Zi put up and greeted: "Why did you remember coming to me today, should you be here to settle the bill?"

"You kid, why do you always think that your rich uncle is so greedy for money?" Wang Fugui looked at the table, his eyes slanted: "I just walked to the door, and suddenly smelled a familiar smell, as soon as I came in, oh yo, it was actually bald butter noodles, Boss Su, this is what you did, right? I don't know if there is anything else?"

"Yes, yes!" Su Zifang saw Wang Fugui's appearance, and he didn't understand that he was greedy, so he immediately agreed.

"Uncle Fugui, sit down, wait a minute, there is one last bowl, I will bring it out for you. ”

Everything is complete, and it doesn't take much time to make another bowl, and when it comes out, the noodles in the bowl are even steaming.

"Uncle Fugui, can you taste it?" Su Zifang handed over a pair of chopsticks.

"Good...... Okay!" Wang Fugui took the chopsticks and sniffed excitedly, "It's this taste, it's just lighter!"

"There are almost no crabs, can it not be light. Zhao Xiaoman knew Su Zi's method of putting this bald butter, and couldn't help muttering.

"What?" Wang Fugui didn't hear clearly, thinking that Zhao Xiaoman was talking to him, and asked deliberately.

"It's okay, Uncle Fugui, you eat slowly. I'm going to clean up the kitchen first. Zhao Xiaoman nodded and gestured to leave.

"How is it?" Xue Yi sat patiently watching Wang Fugui eat noodles, and had the heart to push the side dishes made by Su Zifang in front of him, "It's also made by Zifang, can you taste it?"

"Oh, thank you. ”

Wang Fugui took advantage of the gap between eating noodles to raise his head and thank Xue Yi.

"Who's Nong?"

"His master. Xue Yi said generously.

"Old South?" Wang Fugui looked at Xue Yi's eyes and instantly became curious: "Are you all using excavators to stir-fry?"

Xue Yi: ......

He began to regret why he was staying here, and that he was going back to his bedroom to sleep honestly, and that he had to answer the question of the excavator stir-frying here!

"My master is the chef of Louwailou, and this time he came to guide me in cooking. ”

Su Zifang knew that Wang Fugui's mouth was poisonous, and he was afraid that Xue Yi would conflict with him, so he hurriedly mediated in the middle.

"Louwailou, Linzhou?" Wang Fugui suddenly shouted.

"Aang, yes. ”

"Then will you make crab roe soup dumplings, how delicious is that kind of thin-skinned filling?" Wang Fugui became extremely gentle in an instant.

"Yes......" Xue Yi nodded.

"Then, can you make a cage for me?"

"Just a cage...... One cage ...... How much money, it's all good......"