"Boss, let's have two portions of Minzhou fried noodles"

Ye Rongrong and Liu Jingqing sat down at a clean table and shouted to the stall owner. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Two portions of Minzhou fried noodles, I'll be here right away. ”

Seeing that the business came to the door, the stall owner began to get busy and stirred up fried noodles for Ye Rongrong and them.

The stall owner fried the dried noodles quite quickly, and in less than five minutes, two portions of Minzhou fried noodles were fried.

"Hmmm......"

Looking at the fried noodles in front of him, Ye Rongrong couldn't help frowning.

Whether this fried noodles are delicious or not, in addition to the raw materials, there is also a very important factor, that is, the stir-fry skill of the maker.

You must know that this powder is soft, and it is not easy to fry it thoroughly, not to mention that it should be fried evenly, and don't let the powder dry and burnt.

Therefore, if some fried noodle masters have poor skills, the dried noodles are easy to stick to the pan during the stir-frying process.

Even if you can shovel it up quickly, the dried powder will be broken, although it can be eaten as well, the taste and appearance are far worse.

Now the two portions of Minzhou fried noodles are charred on the dry fried side

Although Ye Rongrong hasn't eaten this fried dried powder yet, just like this, Ye Rongrong can only give it two points.

No wonder the business is so bad, this craft is not good!

"Husband, this powder is not delicious. ”

After Liu Jingqing took two bites, he said with a frown.

When it comes to fried Yangping dried noodles, Liu Jingqing likes to eat her husband's fried dried noodles the most, which is the most delicious fried dried noodles in the world.

"Then I'll fry a fried dried noodles for you to eat. ”

Ye Rongrong thought for a while and said.

Looks like you'll have to do it yourself.

"Well, hello husband. ”

Liu Jingqing said happily.

I haven't eaten my husband's fried noodles for several months, and Liu Jingqing misses it very much.

"Boss, borrow your pot and cook two portions of Yangping fried noodles myself. ”

Ye Rongrong stood up and said to the stall owner.

"What's the matter? Isn't the fried noodles I fried delicious?"

The stall owner said with a frown.

"It's a little out of taste, mainly because you don't have a good grasp of the heat, this fried noodles have very high requirements for this heat, the heat is not enough or too much, and the fried fried noodles taste worse. ”

Ye Rongrong nodded and said truthfully.

"You're also a chef?"

The stall owner looked at Ye Rongrong suspiciously and asked.

For his own fried noodles and dried skills, the stall owner himself knows that this craft is average, otherwise this business would not be so cold.

But this craft is not something that can be practiced in a while.

You can only rely on constantly frying this powder to get out, practice makes perfect.

"It's a chef!"

Ye Rongrong nodded and said.

"Then you fry!"

Anyway, there is no business now, and the stall owner also agreed to let Ye Rongrong fry this fried noodles by himself.

Of course, there are also thoughts of wanting to learn from teachers.

After all, if the fried noodles fried by this person taste very good, you can ask him for some experience, and your skills will be able to improve at that time.

Like doing your own business, the requirements for this craft are particularly high.

Since the stall owner agreed, Ye Rongrong was not polite, took the shovel from the stall owner's hand, and began to stir-fry the fried noodles.

Turn on the stove, and after the iron pot is completely hot, Ye Rongrong scooped a little oil, and after waiting for the oil in the pot to boil for two minutes, Ye Rongrong began to fry the powder and dried.

Ye Rongrong casually threw the three-person portions of dried powder into the pot twice, which seemed to be a casual action, but in fact, the amount of dried powder put in each time was similar to overweighing, and the amount was basically the same.

After the powder is dried into the pot, Ye Rongrong stir-fry quickly, this speed must be mastered, if it is fast, it will make the powder dry and uncooked, and if the powder is dried and the glory sticks to the pan, it is easy to be fried to brown, so the taste is much worse.

I saw that Ye Rongrong picked up quickly and gently every time, forming a beautiful parabola in the air, and then gently falling into the pot, the whole process was like a performance, which was intoxicating to watch.

"This movement, this speed?"

The stall owner stupidly watched Ye Rongrong frying dried noodles.

The stall owner never imagined that he could fry the noodles like this.

Now the stall owner understands that he has met a master of fried noodles.

Thinking of this, the stall owner couldn't help but get excited.

If you can learn this craft, the business of your stall is not very hot!

Suddenly, the stall owner stared at the movements of Ye Rongrong's hands, for fear that he would miss a subtle movement.

Under the eyelids of the stall owner, the crystal clear powder was constantly thrown out of the pot by Ye Rongrong, and quickly fell into the pot, the whole process was so perfect, there was not a piece of powder that was damaged, and it was not burned.

While constantly stir-frying the dried powder, we also continue to add various condiments, so that all kinds of condiments are evenly attached to each fried powder, no more and no less.

In the eyes of the stall owner, this is simply an art, an art of cooking.

"It's amazing......"

The stall owner looked at Ye Rongrong with admiration, such a skillful technique, the stall owner had never seen it.

With Ye Rongrong's continuous stir-frying, this dried powder is also fried, and the fried dried powder fried by ordinary people will have some parts of the dried powder that appear to be browned anyway, but the fried dried powder fried by Ye Rongrong is still crystal clear.

It's like it's not fried in a pan.

"What a smell, so fragrant ......"

"It smells so good, I'm drooling!"

"It looks like the smell wafting from there!"

……

As bursts of aroma of fried noodles wafted out of the pot, it immediately alarmed the surrounding tourists, and for the tourists who came here, they basically came to eat it.

Such an appetizing fragrance naturally attracts many tourists to come around.

"This fried noodles are so fragrant!"

"Not only is it fragrant, but it's also very good-looking. ”

"I really want to take a bite!"

……

Soon Ye Rongrong was surrounded by a group of diners, and many people couldn't help but drool, it was really the fragrance of this fried dried noodles that was too tempting,

Many people have eaten fried noodles, but it is really the first time that everyone has smelled such tempting fried noodles.

"Boss, give me a copy of this fried noodles. ”

"Boss, I want one too. ”

"Give me two portions of fried noodles, no, give me five servings, I want five servings. ”

……

The onlookers said one after another.

They regarded Ye Rongrong as a stall owner.

No matter what the people on the side said, Ye Rongrong still devoted himself to fried noodles, and soon three plates of Yangping fried noodles with an attractive fragrance were ready.

"This is what I gave you. ”

Ye Rongrong said to the stall owner, and took two plates of fried noodles to the place where he was sitting.

"Wife, I'm hungry!"

Ye Rongrong put a plate of fried dried noodles in front of Liu Jingqing and said softly.

"Husband, the fried noodles you fried are so fragrant. ”

After Liu Jingqing finished speaking, he couldn't wait to eat.

Every time I eat the food made by my husband, it is a very perfect enjoyment for Liu Jingqing.

It's just that after coming to the capital, my husband rarely cooks.

Now that she has eaten the fried dried noodles made by her husband, Liu Jingqing's eyes are moist, she is really happy, she has such a good husband.

"Boss, why don't you make us fried noodles!"

"Boss, don't patronize your own food, hurry up and go to work, everyone is waiting. ”

"yes, we're all in a hurry!"

"Do you want to do business anymore?"

……

Seeing that Ye Rongrong only cared about himself and sat down to eat, and did not make fried noodles for everyone, the onlookers urged dissatisfiedly.

"Who told you that I am the owner of this stall, I am also a diner, okay, the boss is there!"

Ye Rongrong pointed to the middle-aged stall owner who was gobbling up fried noodles not far away, and said to the people around him.

"You're not the boss?"

The onlookers were stunned by Ye Rongrong's words.

You're not the boss, what kind of noodles are you stir-frying in the stall?

"Have you ever seen someone dressed as me setting up a stall?"

Ye Rongrong said with a smile.

Now Ye Rongrong is wearing a high-end suit, dressed like a successful person.

It doesn't look like a stall no matter how you look at it.

"Not really!"

People glanced at Ye Rongrong, and after glancing at the stall owner who was gobbling up not far away, they confirmed that Ye Rongrong was not the stall owner.

After all, Ye Rongrong is wearing Gucci clothes now, if he really sets up this fried noodle stall, the money he earns this month will not be enough for the dry cleaning fee of this Gucci clothes.

"Sir, the fried noodles you fried are really fragrant, give me a fry!"

A young man watched Ye Rongrong eat fried noodles with relish, and said to Ye Rongrong.

"Not available!"

Ye Rongrong said without raising his head.

I don't set up a stall to do fried noodles business, why do I make fried noodles for strangers!

"Sir, we give money, give double money, no, five times as much. ”

The young man said immediately.

"Not interested!"

Ye Rongrong shook his head and said.

Not to mention five times the money, it is a hundred times the money, Ye Rongrong is too lazy to make fried noodles for them.

"I'll pay a hundred yuan for a fried dried powder, sir, what do you think?"

A middle-aged man looked at Ye Rongrong and said.

Such a tempting fried dried noodles, as a foodie, if he hadn't eaten it, the middle-aged man felt that he would not be able to sleep tonight.

"I'm not interested, stay away from me, don't get in the way of our meal!"

Ye Rongrong said unhappily.

Eating a bite to eat, surrounded by so many people, is really unpleasant!

Seeing that Ye Rongrong really didn't want to make fried noodles for everyone, people had no choice but to leave!

After all, this thing is about your love and my wishes, and people don't set up stalls to do business, so they must be rich people when they look at their clothes.

People are not short of that money, and they don't want to do this fried noodles, and everyone has no choice.

……

Ten minutes later, Ye Rongrong and Liu Jingqing also ate well!

"Boss, how much?"

Ye Rongrong shouted to the stall owner.

"No, no money!"

The stall owner said hurriedly.

Today, the stall owner has seen what real fried noodles are.

That smell, that smell, really made the stall owner have the urge to bite his tongue.

It's so delicious!(To be continued.) )