The most conspicuous place in the store is the recipe, on which only the staple food is written: Lanzhou ramen, priced at 88 wen a bowl. (The exchange of money in the Tang Dynasty was too cumbersome, so it was reordered.) 1 Wen = 1 yuan, 1000 guan = 1 tael of silver, 10 taels of silver = 1 gold)

Han Jiang was surprised, a bowl of noodles is eighty-eight Wen, can this be sold.

Jiang Qian'er has never talked about these strange things, this little girl who touches that touches and touches.

Jiang Qian'er asked: "Why do you only sell one thing, I haven't heard of Lanzhou ramen, make a bowl and I'll taste it." ”

Eighty-eight bowls, when will it take to sell a hundred bowls?

Hanjiang is not entangled in the problem of price, instead of going with the flow, enter the circular kitchen, the circular edge can make a circle of diners, count, four tables sit sixteen people, plus this circle can make ten diners. At this time, there were only two people in the store, Han Jiang and Jiang Qian'er, and Jiang Qian'er was sitting in the nearest place to him.

Hanjiang has an abacus in his heart, uses modern tools, and misses the convenient life of modern times even more.

The fire of the 'bang' valve erupted, causing Jiang Qian'er to exclaim: "Wow, what is this, it can breathe fire by itself, are you a wizard?" ”

He smiled and shook his head, "I'm not a wizard, and I don't have that ability, it's a product of my hometown, and only our people can use it." ”

"Every time you talk about your hometown so good, what is the place, can you take me there?"

"I'm looking for my way home, and I'll take you there when I find it."

Jiang Qian'er smiled very sweetly, stretched out her little finger and said, "Then let's pull the hook." ”

"You're going to be a quick learner."

The first time Han Jiang came to this kitchen to make things, he didn't know where the things were, and at this time, several messages flashed in his mind, and in the blink of an eye, the entire store was in his mind.

Add the beef broth given by the system to the pot, and start to mix the noodles, kneading the noodles until they are as shiny as satin.

After a while, the soup in the pot was splashing, and Han Jiang's hands were busy quickly.

Jiang Qian'er's little girl could see it, and Han Jiang said: "Actually, Lanzhou ramen has a story. ”

"yes, then you tell me about it."

Han Jiang smiled slightly: "The flexible and hot taste is the key to the praise of Lanzhou ramen. Many years ago, Ma Baozi, a Hui people, was from a poor family and was forced to make a hot pot of beef noodles by mixing the soup of boiled beef and mutton liver into a pot to make a hot pot of beef noodles, which was sold along the streets of the city on his shoulder, and the fragrant hot pot noodles were very popular. ”

Jiang Qian'er thought that the story would continue, but saw that Hanjiang stopped talking: "The story is so simple." ”

Han Jiang thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll tell you the key to whether it's delicious or not." ”

"Yes, yes."

"You foodie. The clarity and turbidity of beef soup is one of the secrets to test whether the beef noodles are authentic. ”

Jiang Qian'er was taken aback: "What, this is beef, killing cattle is a serious crime." ”

Han Jiang was shocked by what Jiang Qian'er said, and his brain raced and said, "Don't worry, this is a dead cow." ”

Jiang Qian'er looked at him innocently and nodded.

Han Jiang continued: "A good bowl of beef ramen should have one clear, two white, three red, four green and five yellow. ”

"What does this red, yellow, blue, and green mean?"

Han Jiang patted her head with a smile and said: "One clear, two white, three red, four green and five yellow, which are the five characteristics of refreshing soup, white radish, red and bright chili oil, emerald green coriander, and yellow and bright noodles." ”

Saying that, a bowl of ramen had been cooked and placed in front of Jiang Qian'er, and the fragrance had already wafted out of the door, and some pedestrians even smelled the smell and walked unknowingly, and the door was already full of people.

"Taste it."

Jiang Qian'er smelled it as before, looked at it one by one, and said, "I didn't see Hong, are you lying?" ”

Han Jiang reached out and took out an iron can from the cabinet below, and when he opened it, it was full of red oil (chili oil).

"Less, it's very spicy."

Jiang Qian'er pouted and said, "Stingy ghost, why don't I put more good things, is it spicier than dogwood." ”

"I warn you, believe it or not."

Jiang Qian'er looked at Han Jiang's sincere eyes, put back the full spoonful of chili oil in her hand, and dug out a little and put it in the bowl.

The sound of "sucking" sounded in her ears, one after another, Jiang Qian'er squeaked and said "delicious" while eating.

The spectators outside the door swallowed their saliva, Jiang Qian'er didn't care about eating, and the big pieces were huge.

A diner couldn't help it, stepped in only to find that there was a hole in the store, sat on the kitchen side and said, "The shopkeeper also brought me a bowl of noodles for her." ”

"Look at the recipes and prices on the wall."

When the diner frowned when he saw the price, he still took out a string of money, took some of it and handed it over, Jiang Qian'er grabbed it, counted half of it and stuffed it into her purse.

The diner urged, "Have a bowl." ”

After a while, a tray of ramen, chopsticks, paper towels, two cloves of garlic and a box of chili oil was placed gently in front of him.

The fragrance came to the face, aroused the appetite of the diners, and the stomach 'growled' twice, and they were a little embarrassed to pick up the chopsticks.

Han Jiang kindly reminded: "It will taste better if you put some chili oil in moderation, and garlic is a perfect match for pasta." ”

Jiang Qian'er glared at him and said, "Why don't I look as good as his, you look at his uprightness, but I only have a pair of chopsticks and a bowl, not even garlic." ”

"If you're a family, you don't need so many rules."

Jiang Qian'er pretended to be angry and said, "Hmph, as compensation, I want another bowl." ”

"No, no matter how delicious it is, just eat it to your heart's content, don't be greedy."

Han Jiang couldn't help it, so he had to make a small bowl for her to eat.

Which diner was sweating profusely, and the soup had been dyed red with chili oil. Diners were so impressed by the hot soup, spicy oil, and pliable noodles that there was not a drop of soup left, and they picked up a snow-white paper towel and wiped their mouths.

"Shopkeeper, this pasta is really good, eighty-eight worth, this chili oil is a little spicier than the strongest wine I have ever drunk, it's enjoyable."

Han Jiang wiped his hands and said: "If the guest officer likes it, you think this thing is delicious, please tell more friends to come here to taste, our store is very welcome." He smiled harmlessly.

The diner waved his hand: "That's for sure, I don't know if there are other places to sell it." ”

Han Jiang looked at him with a serious face, and the diners were a little panicked, he said: "This is a Chinese restaurant, only in Chang'an City, there is no other semicolon." ”

The diners left happily, and the spectators gathered at the door were deterred by the price, and the two of them were left in the store.

Jiang Qian'er lay on the table, touched her stomach and said, "These people are real, they just look at it and don't eat it, and eighty-eight wen is not expensive." He thought about it again: "You wait, if they don't come, I'll invite someone to come." ”

Han Jiang said: "It's okay to invite someone to come, but you have to give money." In particular, he said in a heavy tone: "No one is missing." ”

Jiang Qian'er walked out of the door holding her stomach and leaning on the wall, and said, "Stingy ghost, you wait, see if I don't pull a group of people to eat you." ”

Han Jiang shouted loudly: "You are the boss lady, you have to think twice." ”