A long noodle pulls out a long phantom in the air and burrows into the boiling water. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoLiu Mang pinched off one end of the noodles and threw them into the pot.

"Bang, bang, bang!" erupted in applause.

"Ruonan, is there any more Zhenzi?" Liu Mang asked as he kept busy with his hands.

"It's not enough! Li Ruonan wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, glanced at the stainless steel bucket next to him, and replied.

"After cooking these bowls of noodles, let's pause for a while, let these diners go to other stalls first, and I'll fry the noodles." ”

"Okay!"

Today is the first day of the Los Angeles Food Festival, and what everyone didn't expect was that the number of people who came today could be described as overwhelming.

"Lao Liu, quickly call someone to come over and help me, it's a little too busy!" shouted Lin Xiao, who was blowing up hemp balls not far away.

"Hold on, everyone is busy now!"

"Okay!okay!" Lin Xiao was a little helpless, took out the fried hemp balls in the pot, handed them to the diners waiting in front, and then ran to the board.

"Please, what the hell are you doing? Didn't I help you get the flour and water ratio right?

"Blame me!" Gu Qianyao pursed her mouth: "I don't think it's too thick, so I added some water." Unexpectedly, after kneading it, it was too thin, and only then added some flour, and the result was like this. ”

There was a big basin in front of Gu Qianxi, and the big basin was now full of a large basin of batter, and as soon as the hand was inserted into it, it couldn't be pulled out.

"Forget it! Forget it! I'll do it!" Lin Xiao only felt that one head was two big. Looking at the long line in front of the stall, he sighed, added a handful of flour to the basin, and kneaded it vigorously.

There is a long queue in front of every stall, and there are crowds of people waiting to taste the food.

"Dear audience friends, do you see, this is the food festival that Ambis once went to!" said a tall blonde standing in front of a camera and holding up the microphone.

"Oh my God! there are so many people, I feel like I'm here at the Super Bowl!" the girl paused, sniffed into the air, and had an intoxicated expression: "The aroma of food everywhere is mouth-watering!"

"Liu Mang, there seems to be a reporter from the TV station over there. Cutting some shredded ginger and throwing it into the pot, Li Ruonan said to Liu Mang, who was stir-frying.

"We didn't ask for it, did we? Liu Mang glanced up and said.

"Maybe I heard the news, this is a good thing!" Li Ruonan became excited: "In the past, we used to ask people to help us publicize, but now we have taken the initiative to come to the door." ”

"I didn't expect it, I estimate that the number of people coming today is more than double that of New York at its peak, which is so surprising. ”

"Of course, New York is the third largest city in the United States with a large number of Chinese, and today we are located in the center of the city, which is just enough to radiate the whole city. Besides, it's time to have a bit of a cascading effect on New York for so long. ”

"It's just that it's really too busy, if there are more people tomorrow than today, then we will only have to enter by number. Liu Mang was a little worried.

"Anyway, even if some people don't eat it, they will look forward to it more. Li Ruonan analyzed.

In this way, they were busy until noon, and everyone had time to take a rest, swallow dates and eat something to fill their stomachs.

"Excuse me, which one is Master Liu Mang?" a tall, middle-aged man with a sunhat and a cane came over and asked in somewhat stiff Chinese.

"I am. Liu Mang, who was eating noodles, stood up and replied.

My name is Wei Nianhua, and this is my father. He is 87 years old this year, and he heard that someone from his motherland has come to hold a food festival, so he must come and see it. ”

"Old man, please sit down!" Liu Mang hurriedly took a chair and asked the old man to sit down.

"Where are you from?" asked the old man, as he sat down.

"Old man, we have people from all over the country, what is your ancestral hometown?"

"Hunger is from Shaanxi, and he has been in the United States for more than 50 years. Seeing the people from his hometown, the old man was obviously a little excited.

"Master Liu Mang, my father saw you coming to New York on TV, and he kept clamoring to go. But he was old again, and his health was not very good, so he couldn't go far, so I didn't agree. You're in Los Angeles today, and I'm going to bring him right away. Wei Nianhua explained.

"Old man, have you eaten?" Liu Mang squatted down and asked.

"No, what do you have to eat?"

"Everything, would you like to try this one noodle?"

"What kind of noodles? Isn't it Bingbing noodles?" the old man's ears were a little back, and he was shouting and talking.

"What is Bingbing Noodles?" Li Ruonan looked surprised.

"Oh, this Bingbing noodle should be a trouser belt noodle, which is a kind of noodle unique to Shaanxi. It's a complicated way to write it, so you can only pronounce it. ”

"Old man, we don't have it right now, but if you want to eat it, we'll make you a bowl right away. Liu Mang leaned into the old man's ear and said.

"Haole! I've been away from home for decades, and my dream is this bowl of noodles!"

"Okay, you wait a minute. Liu Mang replied, got up and walked to the board where the dough was placed.

The dough is ready-made, so there is no need to mix it again. Liu Mang divided a lump of dough from the basin, and then put it on the board and beat it vigorously.

"Old man, have you never returned to China since you came to the United States?" Liu Mang shook the dough while chatting with the old man sitting next to him.

"No, it's a war, there's no one at home. The old man spoke very slurredly, but he could barely understand it.

"Oh, my father was a veteran of more than four years, and he went to Treasure Island first, and then came to the United States. I wanted to go back and see it for a long time, but it was delayed again and again, and now that I am old, I can't go. Wei Nianhua said.

"I have time to go back and see, now China is not the same as it was back then. Liu Mang took a rolling pin and rolled the beaten dough into a large piece of dough on the cutting board.

Trouser belt noodles are a special traditional flavor noodle dish in Guanzhong, named because of the sound of biang and biang in the production process, specifically referring to the flour ground from wheat in Guanzhong, usually hand-drawn noodles.

It's actually not complicated, probably the method is to knead the dough and roll it into thin slices, then stack them together, cut them into half-finger-width sheets with a knife, and then cook them in a pot. Finally, add bean sprouts, green vegetables, spicy seeds and other condiments, and pour hot oil on it.

A good bowl of trouser belt noodles should be strong noodles, bright red in chili oil, and eaten with raw garlic, which is really a good taste of ordinary people.