This time, Lin Chu didn't delay any longer, not because of how conscious he was, but because Jiang Man next to him was eyeing him fiercely.

What can a young and beautiful girl do?

Her gaze can send chills in the back.

Although he only ate a big meal at noon, it did not prevent Lin Chu from cooking noodles now.

Anyway, if you can't eat it, keep it hot at night, and then you don't need to cook or order vegetables, just heat it up and eat it.

As a housekeeper (crossed out), laziness has become cancerous otaku, thrift is a virtue.

The noodle line is thick and thin, the thicker one is called the noodle line, and the thinner one is called the noodle batter.

Lin Chu wants to cook it a little thinner.

The paste-like paste is like porridge, but the flavor is much richer than porridge, and with a variety of side dishes, you can feel a sense of satisfaction from your heart to your stomach while it is hot.

Lin Chu took out the stored noodles from the kitchen cupboard, which he had just bought last month.

Due to the storage time of the noodle thread, Lin Chu generally doesn't buy too much, only two or three catties. In addition to the ones that he ate scattered, the remaining noodles were enough for him to eat several meals anyway.

"What, this is the noodle line?" Jiang Manman took out a slender noodle thread from the bag and looked at it carefully.

"It's nothing."

After looking at it, she felt that there was nothing unusual, and with a twist of her fingers, the white thread in her hand broke into two pieces, and one fell to the ground.

"If you want to eat dry, it's fine, and I won't have a problem." Lin Chu said, taking the noodle line to the side of the gas stove.

Although the home has a modern kitchen and bathroom, the gas stove is still preserved, and this is the only place where you can see fire.

If there is no fire, how can the fire come? really asked Lin Chu to use electrical appliances to stir-fry, he was still a little unaccustomed to it, and he didn't even know how to heat oil.

Seeing this, Jiang Manman closed his mouth tightly and honestly followed Lin Chu to watch.

Subsequently, Lin Chu took out some fish balls, crab sticks, beef balls and other side dishes from the refrigerator. Then he took out the dried scallops, shiitake mushrooms, and dried shrimp that had been shelled from the dried goods at home.

Being in the coastal area, there is nothing else, and dried seafood is bound to be available.

What's more, you don't have to go out and buy it yet.

Generally, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, there are people carrying burdens in the village in all seasons and selling some dry goods.

It's a common scene here.

Even the liquid malt he ate when he was a child was bottled is still singled out and sold, but not as often as it used to be.

Lin Chu also knew that one day the images in many people's memories and the familiar shouting would disappear. But as long as it still exists, he will definitely not give up his habits, and will still buy as always.

For some people, sitting at home, in front of the computer, in front of the mobile phone can enjoy great convenience.

But for some people, walking the streets and alleys in the wind and rain. Sometimes it's a two-legged basket, sometimes it's a wheelbarrow, sometimes it's a motorcycle, but it's all equal to supporting the weight of the family.

The basic side dishes were ready, and after soaking the mushrooms in water, Lin Chu walked outside the house and went to his small field to pluck a few green onions.

The green onion must be fresh, the kind of emerald green, so sprinkled in the noodle batter, is a finishing touch.

Back in the kitchen, Lin Chu began to heat the pot, then poured oil into the pot and began to heat the oil.

He took out the oil and put it in another bowl, waiting for a while.

Then, add water to the pot and let the flame of the gas stove heat the iron pot to bring the water temperature up in the pot.

At a stage when the water is not yet boiling, it is not that there is nothing to do.

Lin Chu was very organized, and before he started to cook the noodle batter, all the procedures and necessary preparations had been neatly arranged in his mind, with a corresponding order.

For an obsessive-compulsive disorder, since he has already finished the draft, he will do it step by step, with a lot of the same and nothing behind.

Bringing the cutting board and taking out the kitchen knife, Lin Chu began to process the side dishes.

Fish balls, beef balls, and crab sticks must be cut into small pieces to make them look good and make it easier for people to eat more. The same is true for shiitake mushrooms soaked in water, after absorbing enough water, and then cutting into pieces, the rich aroma of shiitake mushrooms will be released, and it is also convenient for shiitake mushrooms to absorb the soup.

"Boom."

Lin Chu's knife skills are a little poor, but they are not completely without merit, let alone the level of cutting to their own hands.

The speed is a little slow, and there is no beauty, but for Lin Chu, the food cut out is not so ugly, and it can be eaten.

"Cooking: +1 for Knife Skills, +1 for Knife Skills."

One knife, one knife, each time the knife went down, the house god system dutifully reminded Lin Chu of the growth of experience in his mind.

"Knife technique, what the hell is that?" Lin Chu was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had almost cut off his finger. Fortunately, he reacted in time and did not cause a bloody disaster.

However, his eyes became a little strange.

Knife technique?

Putting the conjecture in his mind behind him for the time being, Lin Chu quickly processed the remaining side dishes, and the water over there was already boiling.

"Manman, sprinkle the noodle thread for me." He greeted Jiang Manman.

"Be floaty, don't sprinkle it all together."

"Oh." Jiang Man rubbed his hands, picked up the noodle line and walked to the front of the gas stove, his eyes shining.

Sinking his heart, looking at the bubbles fluttering in the middle of the iron pot, Jiang Manman, who had never cooked, at most mixed some salad and ate it himself, spilled the noodles into the pot.

Her hands shook a little, and she shook and shook.

It's not that I'm scared, but it's so elegant, so that the noodles are scattered!

Lin Chu, who came behind Jiang Manman with the side dishes in the yard, couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene.

It's nothing funny, when he first started to heat the oil, he heard the sound of frying, and his first reaction was to go back three meters.

Seeing that Jiang Man sprinkled the noodles and the noodles in the pot became soft under the action of boiling water, Lin Chu said, "Okay, you get out of the way." ”

Jiang Manman stepped aside, and Lin Chu took a step forward and slowly poured the side dishes on the plate into the iron pot.

The ingredients are in no particular order, and they are done in one pot.

That's right, it's that simple.

The same approach applies to instant noodles.

It's just that compared to instant noodles, the noodle batter still needs one last step.

Lin Chu picked up the oil that had been heated before, poured the oil into the pot, took chopsticks again, and gently stirred them in the iron pot.

Finally, cover the pot and wait a little time, and you're done.

Back then, he also had the dream of becoming a chef like a small master. It was only later that he saw that the little master cooked for others to eat every time, and he didn't have many opportunities to eat, so he chose to devote himself to the financial industry.

"Alas!"

Lin Chu sighed melancholy, he was a kitchen god who was delayed by his ability to make money.