Ding Baoer, who was busy on tiptoe on the stage, had a very solemn expression, even with a hint of sincerity. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Under the heat of the flame, the clear soup in the clay pot slowly began to heat up, and a trace of heat rose.

Ding Baoer gently stirred with a spoon to skim off some of the floating foam floating on the soup.

The heat of the hanging soup should be just right, after the heat will be cooked into a white milk soup, and if the heat is too small, the fresh fragrance will not be strong - Ding Baoer remembered what Liu Mang had taught him, squinted his eyes and adjusted the flame on the stove to a suitable size.

The soup was heated on the stove, Ding Xiaobao took a few red-skinned onions and chopped them finely, opened a small stove and started to boil the scallion oil in a frying pan.

"This little ghost is quite skillful! Dai Jili on the judges' bench said.

"I always felt a little too light. If only clear soup and scallion oil are put in a bowl of noodles, will it be delicious?" Lin Tong was a little skeptical.

"Yangchun noodles are simple but not simple! It's hard to make them well!" Wang Lan sighed: "It has very few condiments, and if you want to make it delicious, you need to be very sophisticated in a chef's skills." Not to mention a kid who has just entered junior high school, even a chef with many years of experience, it is very difficult to do it well!"

Put a tablespoon of lard into a saucepan, wait until the lard melts, add the chopped onion and green onion segments, turn off the heat and boil.

Remember, boil the green onion and chopped onion over medium heat until wilted, and then turn to low heat!

Liu Mang's words echoed in his ears, and Ding Xiaobao wiped a handful of fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master, I will definitely do a good job! I will definitely make the best bowl of Yangchun noodles like you. ”

The green onions and chopped onions in the pan slowly turned golden brown under the frying of the lard, and a strong aroma came from the stage and wafted through the hall.

"Well, it tastes okay!" Dai Jili twitched his nose.

"I like the taste too. Wang Lan also nodded: "I remember when I was a child, my favorite food was the Yangchun noodles made by my mother." Putting a little scallion oil, adding the soup made from pork bones, and finally sprinkling a few green onions, is the most unforgettable memory of my childhood. ”

"Poof!" Li Ruonan in the audience couldn't help but smile.

"What's wrong?

"I don't know why, when I saw this child, I thought of Liu Mang's appearance when he was a child. ”

"No, when Liu Mang was so old, you didn't know each other at all. Lin Xiao glanced at Liu Mang on the judges' bench and found that he was staring at Ding Xiaobao on the stage, so he asked.

"I don't know it, but I just think that this kid's cooking looks a little similar to Liu Mang. Very focused, as if the whole world doesn't exist. Li Ruonan tilted his head sideways and thought about it: "Moreover, there are some things on this kid that Liu Mang also has, and I can't say what it is......

"It's pride and stubbornness, right?"

"Yes, yes! Yes!" Li Ruonan nodded again and again: "When that guy Liu Mang first saw me, he was wearing a tattered and oily clothes, and there was a bad smell of fish on his body! But his expression was proud like an emperor! He was half angry with me! I don't know where he got his confidence!"

"This may be the difference between Liu Mang and others. Lin Xiao paused, and immediately pouted: "Actually, after all, he's just a stone in a latrine—stinky and hard!"

The scallion oil is boiled, and the clear soup in the clay pot is also hot. Ding Xiaobao took a few large bowls, put in a little salt and pepper, and then poured a large spoon of boiled scallion oil to make a few soup bases.

The noodles are hand-rolled noodles prepared by the program team, and Ding Xiaobao laboriously picked up a basin of water and poured it into the pot, ready to boil the noodles.

A spoonful of salt is sprinkled into a pot of boiling water, which is also what Liu Mang has explained. Cook the noodles with salt so that the noodles are refreshing and not sticky.

"Little master, do you have to help the family work every day?" Jiang Wen asked, taking advantage of the time when the water in the pot was boiling.

"Yes. Ding Xiaobao stared at the water in the pot, his eyes unblinking.

"Aren't you going to school? What about your mom and dad?"

"I don't have a dad, my mom is sick, and I can't see the store. Ding Xiaobao lowered his head and snorted.

"That'...... Do you want you to order the noodles in the store?" Jiang Wen was a little surprised.

"I also have a younger sister who can help me wash the dishes. ”

"Really...... It's really ......" At this time, Jiang Wen was speechless.

Unexpectedly, a teenager who was only twelve years old, at the age of the rising sun, was going to run for a livelihood at this moment.

"Then how many bowls of noodles do you want to make a day?" calmed down his mood, Jiang Wen then asked.

"A hundred bowls. The water in the pot was about to boil, and Ding Baoer took the dustpan with the noodles.

"You must be tired, don't you?

"I'm not tired! I can sell it out in two hours, and when it's sold out, I'll go to school with my sister. Ding Baoer shook her head and replied.

"Then you're amazing. Jiang Wen sighed: "You can sell 100 bowls of noodles in two hours, and the taste of that noodles must be good?"

"That's because the master doesn't want me to do more, otherwise I can sell out as many bowls as I want!" Speaking of this, Ding Bao'er showed a proud look on her face.

At this time, the water in the pot boiled, and fine blisters bubbled. Ding Bao'er stopped talking, but divided the noodles in the dustpan into clumps and lowered them into the pot.

After waiting for a while, when all the noodles in the pot were floating on the water, Ding Baoer scooped them up, picked them into bowls, then sprinkled a few green onions, scooped a spoonful of clear soup in the clay pot and poured it over.

"Sister, my noodles are done!"

"Ah, done?" Jiang Wen came back to his senses and motioned for the cameraman to lean over the camera.

The noodles look very ordinary, without too many condiments, and the clear noodle soup is only decorated with a few green onions and a few sparkling oil stars.

"It seems like a lot of ordinary. When the noodles are served in front of his eyes, Dai Jili said.

"Well, it looks ordinary, but it smells pretty good. Wang Lan sniffed: "As long as the taste is gone, I will definitely give a high score, this little guy is not easy." ”

"Me too. Lin Tong's eyes were a little red: "I have to go to school again, and I want to go down again." I also have to take care of my mother and sister, and life is really difficult. ”

Dai Jili picked up the chopsticks, stirred the noodles gently, and then picked up a pinch and sucked it into his mouth: "This...... This ......"

"What's wrong? Xiao Dai?" asked Wang Lan, who hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, in surprise.

"Elder Wang, taste it, these noodles are so delicious!" Dai Jili replied vaguely, then picked up the noodles and ate them in a big gulp.

The springy noodles are mixed with the extremely fresh clear soup in the mouth, and the fragrant scallion oil makes the pores of the whole body open, and this feeling is completely indescribable.

It seems that I just want to swallow, I just want to chew, I just want to use all my body and mind to feel all the good taste in this mouth.