Mu Wuchen raised his eyebrows, took the porcelain bowl, and picked up a translucent noodle with chopsticks.

"This is Liangpi?"

"yes, try it." Gu Xiaoyou urged.

Mu Wuchen looked at the translucent beige cold skin on the chopsticks, which was red with chili oil, and there were a few peanuts on the cold skin, which looked very good.

Put the cold skin on the chopsticks in your mouth.

The texture of the cold skin is smooth, and unlike the tendons of the noodles, it is softer.

The taste of chili oil is not choking spicy, but has a special oil aroma, and the neutralization of seasoning water brings a hint of sweetness.

The crushed peanuts on the cool skin add a little fragrance to the cool skin, and go to a little cool skin, bringing a little warmth.

A cold skin went down his stomach, Mu Wuchen picked up a chopstick and ate it.

This chopstick is topped with gluten and shredded cucumber.

The texture of gluten is unique, softer and more chewy, and the taste of the gluten soup is brought out as soon as you bite into it, and the mouth is full of the aroma of the soup.

The cucumber shreds are fresh and crispy, and when chewed, they add a touch of freshness to the taste in the mouth.

Fragrant, crispy, spicy and refreshing, a bowl of cold skin contains a variety of flavors.

Unlike hot food, the cold skin has a slightly cool taste, which just dispels the boredom caused by rainy days.

Mu Wuchen stood in the kitchen with a porcelain bowl, and quickly solved a bowl of cold skin.

Although the eating appearance is still elegant and decent, Mu Wuchen put down his chopsticks and felt a little regretful, how could he eat in the kitchen.

Gu Xiaoyou didn't know his entanglement, and after admiring his elegant eating appearance for a while, he turned around and went to prepare another food.

Mu Wuchen quietly put down the dishes and chopsticks, took out a pack of tissues from his sleeve, took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth gently.

Gu Xiaoyou was stirring the starch water, raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Wuchen, only to find that he had finished eating.

She asked with concern, "How is it delicious?" ”

"Yes, you can." Mu Wuchen wiped his mouth, and the expression on his face was a little unnatural.

"What you said can mean very well, it seems that my cool skin has become." Gu Xiaoyou said happily: "Then I'll hurry up and make the jelly for you to taste." ”

Hearing this, Mu Wuchen put down the tissue and looked at Gu Xiaoyou's movements curiously.

I saw that she was still holding chopsticks and a bowl and stirring the batter, which was similar in color to the batter just now, and seemed to be clearer.

However, Gu Xiaoyou still wrinkled his face, as if he was struggling to stir the batter again.

"Is it hard?" Mu Wuchen asked puzzled, this girl's expression was too painful.

"It's not difficult, it's just that my arms are sore." Gu Xiaoyou pursed his lips and said.

Mixing is probably the subject of her life, and without a blender, she will never fall in love with it.

"I'll try." Mu Wuchen stretched out his hand, a little eager to try.

"Great, here you go." Gu Xiaoyou hurriedly handed him the dishes and chopsticks.

After Mu Wuchen took the dishes and chopsticks, she gestured in circles with her hands, and advised: "Stir clockwise, stir the water and starch evenly." ”

"Clockwise?" Mu Wuchen was confused, and he didn't understand the meaning of this word at all.

"It's just drawing circles in one direction." Gu Xiaoyou explained, and said in a flash of inspiration: "It's the clock before, and the direction of the second hand on it is clockwise." ”

"I see." Mu Wuchen instantly comprehended, and immediately stirred clockwise with chopsticks.

"After trying the dishes, remember to teach me to recognize the watch." Mu Wuchen said while stirring.

"Got it." Gu Xiaoyou responded, added water to the iron pot with a water scoop, and muttered as he added: "A kilogram of water, well, it's almost." ”

After filling the water, light the stove fire, heat the water in the pot, and add white vinegar when it is frothy.

"How's your starch water stirring?" Gu Xiaoyou looked at the water in the pot and asked.

"It should be good." Mu Wuchen cooked for the first time, and said with some certainty.

"I'll see." Gu Xiaoyou stood on tiptoe and glanced at the bowl in Mu Wuchen's hand: "It's okay, pour it into the pot." ”

Mu Wuchen poured the starch water in the bowl into the pot as he said, and saw Gu Xiaoyou holding a flat board and stirring it in the pot.

"What is this?" Mu Wuchen looked at everything fresh and asked with interest.

"Oh, it's my homemade spatula." Gu Xiaoyou explained, stirring in his hand all the time.

Mu Wuchen looked at it for a while, and suddenly asked, "What is starch?" ”

He wanted to ask from the beginning.

"Starch is the powder of plants, just as flour is the powder of wheat." Gu Xiaoyou explained simply.

"So you grind the starch yourself?" Mu Wuchen asked curiously.

"Starch is not milled." Gu Xiaoyou frowned: "Different starches are made in different ways." ”

"I want to hear about it." Mu Wuchen asked with interest.

"Okay." Anyway, it's not much fun just stirring, so let's have a chat.

Recalling the steps, Gu Xiaoyou said: "Liangpi is made of potato starch, which is made of potatoes as the name suggests. ”

"The potato starch is quite easy to make, cut the potatoes into shreds and dig them clean with water, and then leave the water to dig the shredded potatoes, and after half an hour, two different layers of water will precipitate."

Gu Xiaoyou gestured with his hand: "The upper layer is water, and the lower layer is starch." ”

"Pour out the water on it, leave it white, sieve it and put it in a container to dry, and it will be starch."

"Interesting." Mu Wuchen asked with interest, "What about the starch you are making now?" ”

"Now it's mung bean starch." Gu Xiaoyou shook his wrist and pretended to say, "Ouch, no, my wrist is so sore." ”

Mu Wuchen chuckled, took the scraper from her hand, and stirred it in the pot: "Now you can talk about it." ”

"Hey, that's it." Gu Xiaoyou smiled: "Wait a minute." ”

With that, she ran to the door of the kitchen and took an apron from it: "I'll help you put it on, save your clothes and get dirty." ”

"No......" Mu Wuchen was about to refuse without thinking about it, and before he finished speaking, Gu Xiaoyou hugged him from behind.

The warm body temperature was attached to her back, her white wrists stretched out from both sides of her waist, and Mu Wuchen even smelled the faint fragrance on the top of her hair.

almost threw out the scraper in his hand, Mu Wuchen's ears were hot: "You ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Xiaoyou had already left behind him, and as soon as his waist tightened, he heard her say, "Tie it up." ”

Mu Wuchen looked down and wore an indigo apron around his waist.

It turned out that he was helping him tie his apron, Mu Wuchen subconsciously touched his earlobe, lowered his eyes, and started stirring the starch water in the pot again.

Glancing at Gu Xiaoyou between the stirring, he saw that she was wearing an apron with the same style as him around her waist, but the color was water red, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.