"Bo'er, do you need so many seasonings to make a bowl of rice noodles, how much does it cost you?" Zeng Fanyu said with a heartache as he sorted out the mountain-like ingredients and seasonings piled up on the table.

"It doesn't cost much, Mom! I can't bear to let the child trap the wolf, if our rice noodles want to taste good, we need so many seasonings! However, you can rest assured, the profits from selling snacks are at least more than half. As long as our business is hot, we can only make money, not lose money. Wang Bo comforted his mother and said.

After resigning in his previous life, after he researched the three top rice noodles that could be compared to Shuangqing, he also told his wife that he planned to find a store near the community to open a rice noodle shop, but his wife scoffed at this and persuaded him not to do his job properly, and to find a serious job as soon as possible is the right way. Not only did he not receive any financial help from his wife, not even a trace of spiritual encouragement, but he received unexpected blows and ridicule. At that time, he was at the lowest ebb of his mental state, and as soon as his mother, who had been dependent on him for 20 years, died, he himself only had half a life left, and what he needed most was the support and encouragement of his relatives. On the day he ended his life, he thought that if his wife had not ridiculed and belittled him, even if it was only moral verbal support, he might not have embarked on that desperate road.

In his previous life, he died before he had time to verify his thoughts, but in this life, he wants to prove it to his wife in his previous life:

Of course, you look down on this lowly and tall little business, but the glory of Lao Tzu in this world is to start with this inconspicuous bowl of rice noodles!

Wang Bo's relief did not completely dispel his mother's concerns, so he sorted out the ingredients with his mother and began to make preparations for fried spicy seeds, old soup and fried seeds, while settling accounts for his mother:

A bowl of rice noodles, how much does the rice noodles cost, how much does the base soup cost, how much does it cost, how much does it cost, and how much money can you make after you finish drying.

Zeng Fanyu still believes in her son's knowledge, so she doesn't know a single big word, and her mathematical ability is limited to money

Now there is only one question left: did the mother of the son's classmate pass on the true knowledge of the rice noodles to his son, and can the son really make rice noodles that are as delicious as the rice noodles shops in the city?

Zeng Fanyu waited and waited with great excitement. She has understood that this is not only a bowl of delicious rice noodles that can fill her stomach, but also a bowl of rice noodles related to her son's future.

With his mother, who is very familiar with the kitchen, to help him, Wang Bo started to prepare for the work to be many times easier than when he was alone in Shuangqing's home before. Therefore, while he is in charge, he also has time to introduce the production process to his mother step by step:

Which spices to put in them, how much to put them, which flavor to put first, which flavor to put later, and why!

He boiled the base soup of rice noodles first.

"Mom, whether the rice noodles are delicious or not, whether they are fragrant or not, whether they are fresh or not, the most important thing is this soup. I boiled the base soup with pig stick bones, old hen and old duck, and the ingredients I bought today can be boiled in a large aluminum pot. Before boiling, soak the stick bones, the blood of the old hen and the duck in cold water, and then simply fly the water, and then put it into the cauldron to boil after the water is flying. Boil the soup over high heat first, then turn off the low heat, put in an appropriate amount of ginger, pepper, pepper, tangerine peel, and then put some rock sugar to loosen the meat, and pour one or two white wine to remove the smell. Put the salt after the soup is boiled, otherwise it will affect the umami of the old soup. The whole pot of old soup should be boiled for at least 3 to 5 hours, during which water can be replenished, but boiling water should be added, not cold water......"

"Then we're going to fry the spicy seeds. Just now I asked you to use a stone mill to grind fine peppers, there are three kinds of peppers, two taels of Chaotian peppers, two taels of wattle strips, and one or two bell peppers. Chaotian pepper is very spicy, Erjingtiao is very fragrant, and bell pepper is very red, so the oil and spicy seeds we fry with these three kinds of peppers are spicy, fragrant and red.

"The fried oil and spicy seeds are fried like this, a total of half a catty of chili noodles, we need to use at least two catties of vegetable oil - Mom, don't be heartbroken about the oil, the cow hair is out of the cow, and the oil money will be earned back soon - first burn the vegetable oil, that is, it will be burned to smoke. Then, pour in the coriander, white celery, and onion that I told you to chop just now, and fry them until they are dry, yellow, and take them out. Then, put a small handful of sesame seeds, fry them yellow, take out the sesame seeds and pour them into the chili flakes, and mix them.

"Then it's more critical. Let's first use a spoon to scoop a spoonful of hot oil into the chili noodles mixed with sesame seeds, the oil is not too much, just wet the chili noodles, this is the first fried, the temperature of the oil is also relatively high, called fried fragrant. Then wait for a while, scoop a few spoonfuls of oil into it, and cover all the chili noodles, this is the second fried, called fried red. Then wait for the oil temperature to drop to about the same time, scoop all the oil in the pan into the chili noodles, this is the third fried, called fried spicy. With these three fried, our oil and spicy seeds are fragrant, spicy and red, and they are very suitable. ”

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Time passed slowly in the on-site teaching of Wang Bo and his mother. Although Zeng Fanyu is an illiterate woman who can't read a single word, and she is no longer an ordinary rural woman, she is indeed very good at cooking. On the one hand, this is of course related to the fact that Wang Bo's grandmother used to be the chef of the team in the era of big pot rice, and his mother was exposed to it and received a certain amount of cooking influence since she was a child; on the other hand, it has to be said that her mother is also more talented in cooking. His mother's talent for cooking has been inherited to Wang Bo to some extent, plus he has eaten his mother's delicious meals for 20 years since he was a child, and has developed a very picky mouth.

In stark contrast to him is his wife, who doesn't cook anything but rice.

Her mother's decades of kitchen career made it very easy for her to understand Wang Bo's words, and with Wang Bo's freshly fried and sold, Zeng Fanyu learned the secrets that Wang Bo spent two years of hard work to study.

"Mom, now do you know what kind of fried rice dumplings are boiled in old soup and fried oil and spicy seeds?" When the last spoonful of beef dumplings was shoveled into the basin, Wang Bo asked his mother, who was sitting on the stove opposite and burning the fire.

"Why don't you know? Didn't you tell me everything just now?" Zeng Fanyu said nonchalantly. For her, it's just a matter of boiling soup, making a dish, and frying a bowl of spicy oil, but compared to her previous practice, she added a lot of more ingredients, and "wasted" a lot of oil that made her heart ache.

Wang Bo was very happy to see his mother so perceptive, which meant that as long as he asked his mother to do it herself next time, if there was no problem, the kitchen could be completely handed over to his mother to take care of. Wang Bo couldn't help but think that ginger was still old and spicy, and there was still a big difference between the decades-old chef and him, a fledgling novice, although in theory he may be much higher than his mother, but when it comes to cooking experience, it is absolutely incomparable.

The broth, the spicy oil, and the spicy seeds are all ready, and everything is ready, only the east wind is owed! Wang Bo immediately urged his mother to boil a pot of boiling water. After the water boils, I can't wait to throw about a pound of dry rice noodles into the boiling water and soak it. After a few minutes, the rice noodles began to soften under the action of boiling water, and when they were so soft that they could be easily pinched off with his fingernails, Wang Bo put the soft rice noodles that had absorbed enough water into a basin and soaked them in cold water.

I asked my mother to boil a pot of boiling water. While boiling water, Wang Bomali took out a bowl, put peppercorn noodles, salt, chicken essence, monosodium glutamate, soy sauce, vinegar, and oil chili seeds into it, and poured two spoonfuls of base soup into the bowl. At this time, the water in the pot was already boiling. Wang Bo grabbed a handful of rice noodles from the clear water, put them into the bamboo basket, put them in boiling water and rolled them a few times, lifted them after six or seven seconds, put the scalded rice noodles into a bowl, scooped a spoonful of half oil and half bamboo shoots and beef dumplings and poured them on the rice noodles, and finally sprinkled with chopped green onions and coriander.

Let's live!

A bowl of white, red, green, fragrant, and steaming beef rice noodles appeared in front of Wang Bo and Zeng Fanyu.

"Bo'er, is this bowl of rice noodles?" Although she participated in the whole process from washing the first piece of old ginger to watching Wang Bo sprinkle green onions on the bubbling rice noodles, Zeng Fanyu still felt unbelievable when a bowl of rice noodles with full color, fragrance and appearance that was indistinguishable from the rice noodles sold in the rice noodle shops in the city appeared in front of her eyes.

To be able to reproduce in this time and space the bowl of rice noodles that no one knew in the previous life except for himself that took two years to develop, for a while, excitement, sadness, regret, and all kinds of emotions were used in my heart.

"It's this bowl of rice noodles!" Wang Bo nodded affirmatively. He held the bowl of rice noodles in both hands, respectfully handed it to his mother, and said in an unprecedented sincere tone:

"Mom, you taste it, see if it's delicious!"

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