Here, Yang Qiong and Zhao Xiaoman divided the work, one was to settle the temporary stove location of the Ao Stove Noodle Restaurant, the other was responsible for coordinating the publicity time, and they had to take the time to notify Su Lianzheng to purchase a batch of eels and hemp ducks.

For a while, Shibu seemed to usher in the busiest moment since the resumption of business.

"Don't buy too much eel, in case you can't sell it out, it's a waste. Xia Han Qiu You (qíng) prompted.

In his opinion, even if there is the support of everyone at the Ao Stove Noodle Restaurant, the traffic on Xile Street can only sell fifty or sixty bowls at most.

Who knew that in the next second, Yang Qiong's words made him fall through his glasses: "Master Xia, I just finished counting, the number of people who are scheduled to eat noodles at noon is already 251, and it must be sold out." ”

Now, not only in the cold summer and autumn, but even Su Zifang was a little surprised.

A few days ago, Yang Qiong said that the number of tables turned over at noon was less than 80 tables, and looking at today's data, it is expected to double. And this is just the beginning, once more and more people know the news, I am afraid it will exceed 400 people.

"You're not ...... here"

Xia Hanqiu didn't finish a word, and Yang Qiong hurriedly replied.

"Master Xia, this is really not a well-developed business district here, but because it is not far from Jingling University, some students will come to eat, and there are several office buildings nearby, and those white-collar workers will also come over at noon. As soon as the news of your opening of the temporary menu was announced, there were old customers who made reservations, and a few of them had eaten the Ao stove noodles in Guanglin, and they also helped to call the villagers and friends to come, so there were so many people. ”

Outstanding!

Su Zifang gave Yang Qiong a thumbs up, sure enough, he is a marketer approved by the system, and his business ability is too strong!

Xia Hanqiu listened to Yang Qiong's words, and her eyes were a little more puzzled.

He is not an old antique, and he knows what WeChat, Meituan, and Douyin are, but this is the first time he has seen Yang Qiong do this, and it is far faster to attract new diners through old diners, which is much faster than simply relying on word-of-mouth.

"It's old, and it's not okay to be old. You young people don't understand how to play. Xia Hanqiu sighed with emotion and looked at Su Zifang.

While the others were busy shopping for lunch, he and Ao Zuo were the most laid-back.

Stand facing each other across a cooking table, each person has a cutting board, and the selected ingredients are placed next to them.

Xia Hanqiu nodded and signaled that the two could start.

Su Zifang unhurriedly scooped out two bowls of flour, beat in an egg, a small half spoon of fine salt, and a spoonful of alkaline water to start mixing the noodles.

This is his own experience, when the amount of flour is about one catty, according to this recipe can make very chewy noodles, hard but not raw, soft but not rotten, most suitable for making yang (chūn) noodles.

Looking at Ao Zuo's side again, it is completely different from Su Zifang's finesse.

The two noodle pockets are buckled on the counter, and with a lift of both hands, a mountain of noodles is piled up in an instant.

Ao Zuo dug a hole in the middle of the face mountain, beat in three plates of eggs, and began to mix flour and eggs.

Su Zifang glanced at it and muttered a little in his heart.

Anyone who eats noodles knows that the more noodles are cooked, the stronger the soup will be, and the best noodle soup has a salty flavor that is fresher than stock.

In some places in the north, there is even a saying that "a thousand dollars do not change the old noodle soup", which is enough to see its rich taste.

Ozuo and himself just tried a bowl of yang (chūn) noodles, but prepared enough dough for 50 people, apparently trying to use the old noodle soup to make the noodles taste better.

If you can't come up with a soup base that matches the old noodle soup, you will inevitably lose the flavor first.

What's more, Ao Zuo's flour is a mixture of high-gluten and all-purpose flour, and whole eggs and noodles are used, which reminds him of Zhusheng noodles, a well-known noodle in Guangdong Province.

This method is so unique that the chef has to make a dough with duck eggs and dough without a drop of water, and then place the dough in a special dough pressing area – a thick bamboo, fixed at one end and sticking out of the table for several meters.

The chef has to use his own body weight to bend the bamboo to achieve the effect of rolling the dough, and it usually takes two hours to make a good bamboo noodle while pressing.

However, because the dough does not get wet, and after a long time of high-frequency rolling, the flour is fully mixed with duck eggs, and the gluten has reached its peak, and it can even be as refreshing as vermicelli when eating!

When Su Zifang was at school, he ate Zhusheng noodles made by a master of Cantonese cuisine, and the egg aroma was so strong and tough (xìng) that he didn't taste any other noodles for a month after eating.

Looking at Ao Zuo's size and his approach, Su Zifang had no doubt that if Ao Zuo was allowed to beat the dough with all his strength for an hour, it would form noodles that were more refreshing than Zhusheng noodles.

"So ......"

"The flour ratio is not up to par, the noodle method is a little worse, and I can't even catch up with the noodle cooking skills, how can this task be completed?"

Su Zifang looked at the small ball of noodles in front of him and sighed.

"Dear (ài), come on!"

Suddenly, Shen Anyan's voice sounded.

Su Zifang turned his head to look and found that Shen Anyan didn't know when he also came to the back kitchen, standing by Xia Hanqiu (shēn).

Aozuo heard the voice, glanced up and continued to knead the dough vigorously.

Su Zifang made a silent gesture to signal that he had received the news, and Shen Anyan also obediently stopped talking, and silently spoke to Su Zifang: "Come on." ”

Feeling his girlfriend's gaze and encouragement, Su Zifang's fighting spirit rose in his body, and his hands kneading dough also increased his strength and speed.

Three seconds later, however, he calmed down.

After all, this is a real competition, Shen Anyan is not Athena, he is not Seiya, and he will not start to explode into the small universe because of an encouragement.

If he doesn't solve the three shortcomings, even if he uses the power of the wilderness, he may not be able to reach Aozuo's eighty percent score.

Pondering, Su Zifang's eyes looked at Ao Zuo again.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Smack!"

The rhythm of Ozuo beating the dough is very rhythmic.

Whenever the dough becomes a sheet of dough, it is flipped over and rolled into a ball to begin the second round of thrashing.

Slowly, the color of the dough on the left table changed from snow white to wheat yellow, and the aroma of eggs and wheat was faintly wafting.

Su Zifang knew that this was a sign that the eggs and flour had been mixed evenly, and it was not surprising that in another ten minutes, Ao Zuo would be able to enter the noodle stage, and then wait until the two-foot-tall soup pot next to him (shēn) boiled, which was the moment to witness his defeat.

"Is this going to be a mission failure?"

Su Zi clicked on the taskbar, hoping to get some hints.

[Quest (Shiliyang (chūn)): Ask the host to take on Ozuo's challenge and win the challenge. Reward: Salted duck eggs. 】

It's just the same picture he's seeing when he opens it these days.

A tooltip appears on the panel in solitary form, without any explanation.

"Ten miles of yang (chūn)?challenge?win?"

Su Zifang chewed on the words he had memorized for a long time, and began to wonder what else he hadn't thought of.

"Challenge?"

Su Zifang stared at the task description with wide eyes, confirming that he had not missed or misseen it.

A few seconds later, a bold idea appeared in Su Zifang's mind!