"Whew-"

Just when everyone felt that they hadn't seen enough, suddenly Zheng Wan poured a scoop of water into the wok, and the water hit the hot oil, instantly stirring up a white gas, and the stimulating sound made everyone come back to their senses from the world of intoxicated fragrance.

Zheng Wan looked at the fried snails, added salt, soy sauce, shrimp skin powder and sugar to them, looked up at Zhao Qingyou opposite and asked:

"Sister, is the bone broth boiling?"

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyou immediately turned around and opened the lid, looked at the churning bone broth in the ding, and replied, "It's open." ”

"Then let's let go, now we have to pour the fried snails into the bone broth and stew them together."

She just wanted to go to the rag and pinch the two ears of the wok, but someone stopped her in a loud voice.

"Zheng Niangzi, this kind of laborious thing is still for us to do, the amount of snails in this wok is not light, and the snails just went to the residence to get them are not also made by a few of us."

Zheng Wan heard the other party's voice, looked at the other party's tendons and his own skeleton, and the approving eyes of others, and immediately let go of the things in his hand.

"Well, be careful when you serve it."

With that, he gave the rag in his hand to the one who spoke.

Engrossed in observing the movements of the other party's wok, for fear of any accidents, when the woks were brought to the side of the ding, she took out the spoon in her hand, carefully resisted the lowest position when pouring, slowed down the speed of the snail falling, so that Qi slowly fell into the bone broth to avoid splashing the soup,

At this point, their preparations for the day are complete.

Zheng Wan looked at the hard-working people, clapped his hands, and shouted: "Thank you for your help today, tomorrow's morning meal will be made, everyone will eat a few more bowls." ”

"Good!"

"Thank you Zheng Niangzi for taking care of you!"

"I want to eat a little more snails there tomorrow, and the ingredients that can be prepared by the lady so carefully must taste good."

When everyone heard Zheng Wan's words, they were also excited to respond, and they became more and more urgent for the arrival of tomorrow.

Handle the stove under the ding, lock the door, and the crowd dispersed one after another.

Zheng Wan looked at the sky that was gradually graying, and quickened his pace to rush home.

She was just about to knock on the door, but Zhao Qingmiao, who was sitting at the door waiting, opened the door and asked suspiciously: "Sanniang, should you have been waiting here after dinner?" ”

"No, no, after taking care of the hygiene at home, I sat here and waited before I saw the lady come back."

As if worried that Zheng Wan would misunderstand, Zhao Qingmiao anxiously waved his hands and head to prove the truth of what he said.

"That's good, you go back and rest, the work of the water supervisor is done today."

"Lady, I've already boiled hot water in the kitchen, you can just use it to wash."

"Thank you, Sanniang."

For the first time, Zheng Wan realized that there was a person in the family who was really different, if it was like this, she would only boil water and wash herself, and she would not be able to rest after a while.

Zhao Qingmiao was very embarrassed when she heard the words of thanks, she had been used to this kind of thing for a long time, and it was the first time she heard someone thank her, so she ran back to her room to rest excitedly.

Zheng Wan looked at Zhao Qingmiao, who was leaving in a hurry, and mistakenly thought that the other party was too tired and needed to rest, so he fastened the door and walked in the direction of the kitchen.

After washing with hot water, she went back to her room and rested early, but there was still a big battle waiting for her tomorrow.

Perhaps because yesterday's scene was too shocking, when Zheng Wan came to the courtyard in front of the kitchen with her precious sour bamboo shoot jar, she suddenly found that there were more people waiting today than yesterday, staring at her with expectant eyes, as well as the jar and dough sheeter in her arms.

She glanced at the standing man with some surprise, and spoke:

"Everyone is really getting more and more active, open the door first, and then tell everyone the specific arrangements for today's morning meal."

As soon as I opened the door of the back kitchen, the spicy aroma of fried snails that had accumulated in the kitchen yesterday instantly rushed towards everyone, and I was directly choked by the smell and sneezed when I didn't react in time.

All of a sudden, everyone knew that the main player in today's □□ food - pepper, because of the long-term infection, now everyone is no stranger to this taste, and even very happy to be able to eat it.

You must know that because of the existence of red crayfish, the price of pepper has been rising again and again recently, and not everyone can eat it.

Thinking about the dishes I had eaten before, I couldn't help but start drooling one by one.

Zheng Wan walked in the front, and it was also common to hear the sound of everyone sneezing, and after putting the jar and dough sheeter in his arms, he came to the Ding who was boiling the soup and opened the lid.

In an instant, a fragrant and spicy smell gushed out, attacking the crowd around them, firmly locking their own fragrance in people's minds, and constantly awakening the desire for food in people's bodies.

"Goo-dong!"

Some people even can't help but start swallowing saliva under the confusion of the fragrance, which is especially obvious in the silent kitchen at this moment.

However, at this time, the others did not have the heart to find out whose voice it was, and they were all listening intently to Zheng Wan's instructions.

"The four people who carried the snails yesterday will be of great use later, now you can stand aside and rest for the time being. The four of you go to the storeroom and take the rice flour and potato starch in a one-to-one ratio.

The girl in charge of the fire immediately boiled a large pot of boiling water, and the person who was in charge of frying the peanuts before fried it again, and by the way, fried the pieces of the yuba together, and fried it until the surface of the yuba bubbled, and the others followed behind the child to make the most critical rice noodles. ”

"No!"

Hearing this, Zhong Hot in the back kitchen immediately stood by and began to act according to the instructions just now, and everyone was responsible for their own part in an orderly manner.

Zheng Wan waited until the two kinds of powder needed were brought from the warehouse, then looked at the people in charge of kneading the dough and said:

"Later, you will pay attention to the movements in your hands, speaking of which, the production of rice noodles is similar to the ordinary process of making rope cakes. Only this time, the rice flour and potato starch are mixed together in a one-to-one ratio, salt is added to increase the gluten, and the dough is kneaded with boiling water to form a dough. ”

She said as she poured boiling water into the already well-mixed flour.

With the addition of boiling water, the rice flour instantly mixes from flocculent to a transparent dough with a pure white surface.

Zheng Wan kept mixing the powder with boiling water with chopsticks, and after seeing that the state was about the same, he turned to rubbing with his hands.

When everyone saw this scene, they were immediately shocked, and they didn't dare to imagine how hot Zheng Wan's dough was at this time.

Then I watched her add cooking oil to it, kneading it constantly, and the process continued until it became a very malleable ball of powder.

"Kneading to this extent is almost the same, if you are worried that the dough is too hot when you add boiling water, you can spread the dough to cool, and knead the dough at a temperature that your hands can accept, of course, the higher the temperature, the better, which can make the dough more flexible."

Everyone glanced at each other, and in order to learn the better rice noodles, they didn't care about Zheng Wan's words at all, so they took the boiling water and began to add boiling water to the mixed rice noodles, stirring and testing the temperature.

Rub it from time to time, feel the heat and take it back, under such a troublesome method, soon a prototype of the dough began to appear on the board.

Zheng Wan saw that everyone had entered the finished product link, so he let go and prepared to start doing other things.

The fungus is simply blanched and blanched, and the capers are chopped into minced pieces and stir-fried with hot oil to bring out the sour taste inside, and set aside for later use.

Finally, there is the soul of the snail - sour bamboo shoots.

She slowly uncovered the jar soaked in sour bamboo shoots, and in an instant, a strange smell spread around the mouth of the jar.

Jiang Man, who was closest to Zheng Wan, immediately smelled this special smell, and when he didn't realize that it was coming from the jar at first, Jiang Man sat in front of the stove, wrinkled his nose, and asked puzzledly:

"Who knocked over the bucket? The smell is too bad. ”

Someone also replied to her words: "How is it possible? The daily kitchen waste is disposed of uniformly after dinner, and there will be water left here. ”

"And what's this sour smell?"

This doubt is not only Jiang Man, but also other people, suddenly smelling the sour and smelly smell, one by one's facial features are wrinkled, and their eyes are like searchlights, looking around.

Suddenly, Zheng Wan who fished out the sour bamboo shoots from the jar, at first everyone was still sad about their guesses, how could they associate this kind of thing with Zheng Niangzi, who made delicious food.

But when the smell became stronger and stronger, and as the bamboo shoots fished out by Zheng Wan changed more and more, an incredible idea immediately appeared in everyone's minds.

That is, this sour and smelly smell is emitted by the sour bamboo shoots in Zheng Wan's hands.

When Zheng Wan finally fished out all the bamboo shoots stuffed in, what she saw was an open space around her that was automatically isolated, looking at everyone's frightened and puzzled eyes, she felt that everyone might have misunderstood something.

hurriedly explained: "This sour bamboo shoot is this flavor, it's not bad, doesn't anyone think this smell smells good?" ”

Her eyes widened, expectantly hoping to see someone feel the same way she did.

But this time she miscalculated, and even Zhao Qingyou, who has always admired her, chose to silently look away from her eyes and use silence to represent her answer.

Everyone suddenly felt that everything Zheng Niangzi made was delicious, at least today's sour bamboo shoots were out of standard, and she couldn't feel it herself.

Zheng Wan looked at everyone's avoidant eyes, and suddenly felt that it was difficult for him to promote snail noodles today.

But no matter what, she still has to prepare.

Regardless of everyone's evasive eyes, the sour bamboo shoots are taken to the board and cut into long strips of uniform size, put them in a wok and stir-fry them directly, and fry the water vapor on the surface to stimulate their inner fragrance.

As a result, the whole back kitchen was immediately filled with the smell of sour bamboo shoots, and even began to waft in the direction of the front dining area.

An Yunhuan, who was used to waiting here in advance, suddenly felt that the smell of today's kitchen was strange, not as fragrant as before.

At first, he thought it was his own delusion, but when the smell became stronger and stronger, he began to be unsure.

The first suspicion in my heart was that it should be the smell coming from the government office near their capital water supervisor, and it had nothing to do with themselves.

Thinking that his appetite was affected by this strange smell, he was a little annoyed, and suddenly stood up and walked in the direction of Guanglu Temple, which was closest to them.

But when he approached the wall, he was surprised to find that the strange smell disappeared here.

An Yunhuan, who did not believe in evil, continued to walk towards the walls around the courtyard, but he didn't smell the strange smell.

Only then did I believe the guess that had just risen in my heart, that is, this strange smell was emitted by the chef himself.

He couldn't believe that under Zheng Wan's hands, the back kitchen could still make such a delicious meal, and grabbed a passing handyman to ask.

"What is the morning food that your kitchen is preparing today? Why does it smell so bad, it won't be you who make trouble for Mrs. Zheng again, right? ”

Hearing such unceremonious words, the handyman also felt the same way, but when he heard the last sentence, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he was a little embarrassed to say: "Just... It was the ingredients prepared by Mrs. Zheng herself. ”

"What!"

An Yunhuan couldn't believe his ears.

The miscellaneous servant gave him a critical blow again, "The morning food prepared by Zheng Niangzi today is rice noodles, and the side dishes in it can be added to the sour bamboo shoots, this taste is the sour bamboo shoots, and Zheng Niangzi said that the taste of the sour bamboo shoots is sour and fragrant, which seems to be different from what we smell." ”

Hearing this, An Yunhuan thought that Zheng Wan's nose was wrong, and a chef's taste was wrong, but he hadn't eaten enough delicious food.

Thinking of the smell he had just smelled, he even wanted to walk outside with his leg for a moment, go to the hospital to find a doctor, and check Zheng Wan's condition.

But thinking about this method is too reckless, if it doesn't do it well, it won't be a good thing to annoy Zheng Wan.

For a while, it seemed that two villains appeared in his body, pulling his body in opposite directions, and his brain wanted to explode.

Therefore, for the first time, he missed the picture of Zhao Qingyou going to the back kitchen to bring the broth, so he did not grab his first position.

In the back kitchen at this time, Zhao Qingyou talked to Zheng Wan with the strange smell of sour bamboo shoots.

"Lady, this snail soup is out."

"Let's go, we'll put the rice noodles and other side dishes in the bowl later, you just add the broth to the bowl, remember to scoop a few snails into each bowl, that's the protagonist of the snail noodles."

"No."