"Uncle Dang said with a smile, hehe, the little nephew thinks that everyone usually eats a lot of fish and meat, so make something light and simple to taste, which will help your health and your health, hehehe......"

Seeing that Li Yanbiao's face on the side was sinking like water, and there were faint signs of madness, Li Junwen hurriedly explained.

"As it should be! The old party, the one who comes is the guest, and the guest is the host! There are a lot of big fish and meat, let's come here, isn't it just to taste the freshness of home-cooked dishes, what are you more energetic! Pan Mei stood up at the right time to relieve the siege.

"It's too fucking casual!" Dang Jin was still muttering.

Li Junwen's face is black, this is a big old man, he really doesn't give face, it's not that I have to keep you to eat, it's that you stay at my house and don't leave, okay, and then pick and choose and wait for you to give you some croton or something, and you will die of it.

"Uncle Dang, don't worry, only by making delicious food with ordinary ingredients can it reflect the little nephew's kung fu! Don't look at these things as simple, they make you can't stop eating. Li Junwen said.

Dang Jin wanted to say something more, but Pan Mei next to him kicked him gently, and he stopped talking......

Li Junwen didn't explain anymore, quickly took the ingredients in Li Junwu's hand, and went to the kitchen to get busy. If you don't run, you can't do it, the main reason is that Li Yanbiao's eyes that can kill make him unbearable.

The crowd was usually a coarse man with no fumes on his hands, and they were very curious about what he was going to do, so they followed him to the kitchen. The Li family's kitchen was not far from the bathroom just now, so everyone didn't have to go too far.

I saw Li Junwen first cut off the fat pork and put it into a hot iron pot to refine the lard, and after the fat pork turned into oil residue, he took out the oil residue and poured out most of the lard, leaving only a little lard in the pot, and put in the chopped green onion and fried it into a shallot, and instantly the whole kitchen was filled with the fragrance of oil and shallots, which caused everyone to swallow their saliva in unison. When the chopped green onion turns slightly browned, put it out, then chop the remaining pork into minced meat and put it in a pan and stir-fry it.

Then blanch the noodles in another pot of boiling hot water, and put them in the prepared well water to pass through the cold water to maintain the texture of the noodles. When blanching the noodles, Li Junwen also cut the cucumber and green onion into fine strips by the way, and a heavy kitchen knife flew up and down in Li Junwen's hand, only to hear the "do-do-do" sound from the collision between the kitchen knife and the cutting board. Li Yanbiao's skillful knife skills made Li Yanbiao wonder, when did this stinky boy practice this cooking skills and kitchen knife skills, and he is still so proficient, why don't I know?

In fact, Li Junwen himself was wondering while cooking, he didn't know how he could wield a kitchen knife so skillfully. In later generations, he can only cook at most, and he doesn't have such superb cooking skills, is it really that when this body was struck by lightning, he opened up the second pulse of Ren Du? I've read too many martial arts novels, right......

After a while, the noodles soaked in cold water came out of the pot, Li Junwen put the noodles into a row of porcelain bowls, sprinkled the noodles with cucumber shreds, green onions, garlic, minced meat, and freshly made scallion oil, and then put on the lard residue of dry oil, Li Junwen took out the soy sauce and pepper from the bottles and cans given to him by the old Taoist priest and put them in, poured a little sesame oil, and poured the last spoonful of hot oil on it, the fresh ingredients were forced out of the aroma by the hot oil, and filled the small kitchen space, Li Junwen's luxurious version of scallion oil noodles appeared in front of everyone.

"Finish the day! Fast! Serve hot! If it's cold, it won't taste good! Li Junwen pointed to the row of scallion oil noodles in front of him and said. The neat bowls of noodles are like an army being read, waiting for everyone to review.

Everyone was stunned by Li Junwen's smooth operation. Smelling the slightly burnt scent of scallion oil in the air, he half-believed Li Junwen's appearance, picked up the noodles, stirred the side dishes and noodles on the noodles, and then "sucked" and ate them in his mouth. As soon as the noodles were introduced, everyone's eyes suddenly widened.

The noodles are refreshing, smooth, chewy, moderately salty, fragrant with shallots, and the friction sound between the various vegetables and lips and teeth is unstoppable, and I shake my head unconsciously.

Everyone eats a feast, especially Dang Jin, the first bowl of others is only in the mouth, he has already picked up the second bowl, and after a while, there are already five bowls of belly, and others have more or less eaten two or three bowls.

"Hmm...... Happy, happy, my old party has never eaten such delicious noodles! ”

Dang Jin sucked the last noodle at the bottom of the bowl into his mouth, and wanted to eat it again, but Li Junwen hurriedly stopped him: "Uncle Dang, it's okay, eating too much pasta is not easy to digest, and you have to eat seven points full!" Besides, you ate it all alone, what did those guard brothers eat outside? ”

"Very full! Eat as much as you want! Besides, Lao Tzu is only half full! There are not enough to eat such delicious food in the world, where is it their turn to give them food! Saying that, Dang Jin still stopped moving, and it seemed that he still had feelings for those pro-soldiers and his entourage, but a pair of eyes still kept glancing at the noodles in the pot.

Everyone heard what Li Junwen said, and the big rice bucket party stopped, and they were not too embarrassed to eat anymore, so they all stopped. Li Junwen hurriedly instructed Li Junwu to send the rest of the noodles to the guards and his wife, Li Wang. Not long after, there was a smacking sound of "let's chirp" and a heartfelt exclamation......

"Where did Brother Chun learn the cooking skills to make such delicious noodles! This noodle is soaked in cold well water, the entrance is cool, the cucumber shreds are crisp, with Western spices, and the fried green onion and pork residue, it can be so delicious! It's so appetizing! Pan Mei stroked her beard, still smacking her lips to taste the taste just now, and said with emotion.

At this time, people are still in the stage of eating that is stewed or cooked in plain water, and it is good to be full, and they are not so particular about frying, boiling, frying and the combination of color and flavor. The wealthy families don't even eat pork, thinking that pork is something that inferior people eat, and only beef and mutton. Therefore, they couldn't imagine how the green onions and the pork that they usually don't see could exude such a refreshing aroma after being fried.

"No one teaches, it's just that after the little nephew was struck by lightning, he had an epiphany in his dream, and he just got something occasionally!"

"Oh!" After hearing that he was struck by lightning again, he had an epiphany, this time even Pan Mei thought about it, and looked at Pan Weizheng from time to time, thinking about whether he really wanted to let his sons go through the catastrophe.

Pan Weizheng was stared at in a cold sweat, thinking to himself how much virtue this Li Dalang had accumulated, and he could be struck by lightning to have so many epiphanies. Don't really think about it, let yourself be struck by lightning!

"Hey, what is this, a little noodle is a fuss! This kid's chicken is delicious! The old Taoist priest took the handle of Buddha dust and interjected while picking his teeth.