Yesterday was busy enough, Qin Fei didn't want to go to the food conference so early today to be tired.

But being idle is also idle, so it's better to research and develop the types of rice noodles yourself.

Similar to the practice of ordinary rice noodles, Qin Fei grinds purple rice into powder and then boils it into threads.

The purple rice noodles are much more compact in taste than the white rice noodles, and the color is also gorgeous, making them very good to eat as cross-bridge rice noodles.

However, the cross-bridge rice noodles are on the light side, which may not be enjoyable for people with heavy flavors, but if you simply add spicy sauce, it will destroy the original broth.

Qin Fei thought for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had eaten a kind of rice noodles in an unnamed alley in Chuncheng, Yunnan Province, and the store seemed to be called Dachang Guwang.

The store is not large, but the mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name.

It is good at making a kind of rice noodles called family portraits, brine is soup, covering a spoonful of braised fat intestines, a spoonful of Mao Xuewang, a spoonful of beef, a spoonful of chicken, called a family portrait, full of trembling pot of meat, which makes people particularly satisfied.

If the cross-bridge rice noodles are the ultimate in fresh soup rice noodles in Yunnan Province, then this family portrait is a model of rice noodles in miso soup.

Although Qin Fei didn't get the formula from the system, he remembered some flavors and could try to reproduce them.

Stir-fry the marinade first, boil a pot of oil, add green onions, peppercorns, star anise, cinnamon, ginger, etc., until the fragrance bursts, mix with water and boil.

At this time, the brine has a faint sauce color, but it is far from enough, and can be supplemented with soy sauce for heavy color seasoning.

Add salt, add sugar, and the brine is basically formed.

At this time, put the blanched beef pieces, chicken pieces, and intestine segments into it and cook them at high heat.

After an hour, the meat fiber of the intestinal segment is destroyed by high temperature, and the meat quality changes from hard to soft, then it can be turned to low heat and pig blood clots can be added.

Qin Fei tasted the taste, because some of the key ingredients were different, only seven or eight percent were similar, but the things he made also had their own tastes, which could barely be equal.

On the other side, blanch the rice noodles in boiling water, drain and place in a large, clean bowl.

Then scoop a scoop of brine, submerge the rice noodles, and add the meat.

The braised beef, chicken, fat sausages, etc., which are crispy and black, are piled on top of it, and it looks particularly rewarding.

Finally, sprinkle with chopped green onions, chopped leeks, coriander leaves, if you can eat spicy, put some oil and spicy seeds, mix them slightly, and you can enjoy the powder.

This miso soup can also be drunk, and the taste is different from the dashi stock of the cross-bridge rice noodles, and it is very rich and thick.

Eat a bite of rice noodles full of flavor, and then sandwich a piece of beef, a piece of fat intestines, or a piece of blood, a piece of bone-in chicken, soft but not rotten, giving the mouth multiple enjoyment.

It didn't take long for a pot of family photos to be eaten by Qin Fei, as a chef can not only bring enjoyment to diners, but also the key is to do whatever he wants, and eat as much as he wants, Qin Fei is very comfortable.

It was not until the evening that Qin Fei took the tools and ingredients and went to the food conference slowly and opened a stall.

"Ouch, my Boss Qin, why are you only here now!" the diners had been waiting impatiently.

"Sorry, researching a new snack. Qin Fei said.

"What is the new snack, can you try it?" The diners' eyes lit up, and a grilled fish won the top of the gourmet food, and the new snack may not be easy.

"There aren't many of them. Qin Fei said.

"Then I'll have one!" the diners scrambled to place their orders.

Qin Fei went on the bridge rice noodles and family portrait rice noodles, and demonstrated how to eat them.

Among them, the cross-bridge rice noodles need diners to handle the last process by themselves, and it seems that this delicacy has become their own cooking, full of a sense of achievement.

By the way, although there is a way to eat noodles in this era, rice noodles do not seem to have appeared, and diners are simply amazed to eat rice noodles that look like noodles but have a completely different taste.

", it's so delicious, how do you make this noodle Boss Qin? ”

"Yes, I slipped my stomach before I chewed, half in my mouth, half in my stomach, and lay in a groove. ”

"The soup is delicious, the meat is delicious and enjoyable. ”

Qin Fei briefly introduced the practice of rice noodles and the allusion of crossing the bridge, and after giving it a humanistic atmosphere, diners have a new experience of eating again.

Suddenly, Qin Fei heard a cry, and when he followed the sound, it was the blue-eyed foreigner.

"Why are you crying?" Qin Fei asked puzzled, was he moved by the story of rice noodles crossing the bridge?

Lynch wiped his tears while snorting the rice noodles: "Boss Qin, please let me go." ”

threatened to eat all over the Tianlong Kingdom in three months, and he hadn't walked out of Yunjiang for half a month.

Qin Fei couldn't cry or laugh, his legs are long, you can leave if you want to.

......

In the middle of the night, the old man who had lost his dog came, still holding an empty chain in his hand.

Qin Fei heard from others that this old man's surname was Bai, because of his strange personality, he always didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and was kicked out of the house by his son and daughter-in-law, and currently lives alone in a broken temple in the west of the city.

Old man Bai entered the store, did not try new dishes, and ordered a bowl of yogurt purple rice dew.

"Uncle, haven't found the dog yet?" Qin Fei teased when he served the food.

"I found it, and I lost it again. Old man Bai smiled.

After the old man Bai ate the yogurt purple rice dew, he sighed: "Boss Qin's craftsmanship is really good, I have eaten yogurt purple rice dew a few times, my constipation is much better, there is nothing to repay, why don't you try my craftsmanship too?"

Qin Fei hadn't responded yet, Old Man Bai had already walked to the stove, Qin Fei didn't like others to touch his kitchenware, but seeing that Old Man Bai was very skillful, he didn't stop it.

The old man took out a handful of flour from the cloth bag on his body, and as for why he carried the flour with him, it was unknown.

The old man kneaded the dough and noodles in one go, and then boiled a pot of hot oil.

Chop a short piece of dough, stretch it into two, twist it slightly, put it in the oil pan and fry it, and after a while, the golden and crispy fritters will come out of the pan.

"Boss Qin, try the fried ghost I made. Old man Bai brought the fritters to Qin Fei.

The name of the fried ghost, the legend originated from the Song Dynasty traitor Qin Hui killed Yue Fei, the common people hated him, so they put the dough into the oil pan and fried, a small ball kneaded into two, on behalf of Qin Hui and his wife, the people called fried juniper.

Over time, the homophony became a fried ghost.

Qin Fei didn't think much about it, so he picked up a fritter and ate it.

I have to say that Old Man Bai's fritters are fried quite well, without adding leavening agent or laundry detergent, but they are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, which is very delicious.

"Well, it's the best churro I've ever had. Qin Fei spoke highly of it, and then said, "Could it be that you were also a chef before?"

Qin Fei also asked casually, but Uncle Bai sighed, looking at this posture, there are endless stories.

Qin Fei pondered that he was going to get off work, how could he have time to listen to him brag, and hurriedly said: "Ah, I still have soup boiling in the pot, let's talk another day." ”

But Uncle Bai didn't care so much, wherever Qin Fei went, he followed him and told his story.

Are empty nesters so lonely?

"When I was young, I was a Taoist priest......