After Zhao Qingyou got permission, he immediately carried Ding to the front with several other people.

After putting the tripod away, she was surprised to find that there was no one in front of her counter this time, everyone was crowded in the dining area and the doorway, leaving an open space in front of her.

This kind of scene is the first time I have encountered it in such a long time since Zheng Wan came.

After thinking about it for a while, she thought that she might have discovered the mystery, and immediately turned around and went back to the back kitchen to tell Zheng Wan the bad news.

Zheng Wan smiled slightly and said, "What's so hard to solve here?" Directly bring the plate of sour bamboo shoots to the front, the same as the pepper oil, add what you like, and don't eat what you don't like. But there is a word first, this sour bamboo shoot is the soul of snail noodles, and the taste is immediately different when you add it, so you can taste it if you are curious. ”

Zhao Qingyou also had this idea, but after hearing Zheng Wan's words, he felt that he was too "tasteful" to take people away, maybe the taste of this sour bamboo shoot was really good?

But when she was holding a whole plate of sour bamboo shoots, she immediately dispelled the thought in her heart, and felt that she should wait and see for a while.

In the back kitchen, after all the ingredients were ready, Zheng Wan began to prepare for the four of them to start pressing noodles.

She first kneaded the dough into long strips, which are about the same thickness as the diameter of the dough sheeter, and divide the length according to the height of the dough sheeter.

Then she took out the dough sheeter that everyone couldn't understand just now and stuffed it in, looking at the dough that just landed in the cylinder, she nodded with satisfaction, and handed the two handles of the dough sheeter to the people who had been waiting for a long time.

"You only need to hold a handle with one hand, and then close it hard, press the protruding part into the cylinder containing the dough, and the bottom of the cylinder is aligned with the wok that discharges the water, and with a press, the rice noodles we are going to eat today can be squeezed out, you try."

As he spoke, Zheng Wan let go of his hand and stood aside, ready to observe the other party's movements.

At this time, because of Zheng Wan's words, everyone locked their eyes on Wen Hao, who was in charge of the first dough pressing.

Under such a scorching gaze, Wen Hao suddenly felt that his palms were sweaty, and he couldn't hold the smooth iron swing in his hand.

When he saw Zheng Wan's expectant eyes on one side, he instantly injected full strength into his heart, and pressed it with all his strength.

Pure white rice noodles of uniform size instantly slipped through the holes in the dough sheeter and fell into the hot water.

Onlookers could clearly see that the rice noodles quickly formed after falling into the hot water, and after a while they floated on the water, the pure white color contrasted with the yellowing color of the cakes.

However, it was the first time for everyone to see such a unique rice noodle method, and their eyes couldn't help but let out a message of surprise.

Some people have even begun to wonder if the cake can also be made with this round iron lump?

Zheng Wan watched the rice noodles float up, and immediately took out the rice noodles with a claw fence and put them in a bowl.

Everyone was still staring blankly at the rice noodles in the wok, and when they saw it disappear suddenly, they immediately followed the disappearing figure of the rice noodles to see Zheng Wan's body.

I saw that the other party quickly poured the rice noodles into the bowl, and then skillfully spread the golden fried yuba, olive-green capers, brown-red fried peanuts and black fungus around the rice noodles.

Finally, blanch the water spinach with boiling water on the side, place it on top of the spare rice noodles, pour a spoonful of vinegar, and immediately put it on the tray that needs to be served out later.

Such a flowing picture overwhelmed everyone.

When I came back to my senses, a bowl of snail noodles that could be eaten just by pouring the broth was ready.

When Zheng Wan began to assemble the snail noodles, the group of people who were anxious to eat the chef's morning food also hurried in the direction of the chef.

The most anxious is Du Mingzhao, he somehow got up late today, and as soon as he woke up, he was worried that he would not be able to eat enough portions, and urged the little servant to hurry up and drive the ox cart twice, he was going to the capital water prison.

When the little guy heard it, he thought that it was his own Langjun who was on duty and grabbed the duty, and his face couldn't help but show admiration.

In such a hurrying mood, Du Mingzhao felt that the ox cart had stopped at its destination, and without saying a word, he jumped out of the car.

"Boom!"

A figure suddenly appeared outside the gate of Dushui Prison, and the two guards at the gate immediately followed the sound, and their hands were already clenched with the knife in their hands, but they suddenly found that it was Master Du.

He immediately withdrew his hand and looked like he wanted to say it but didn't dare to say it.

As soon as they guessed, they knew that Master Du must be in a hurry to go to the public kitchen to eat morning food, after all, they were all old rivals in the public kitchen queue.

Pity them still waiting for the shift change to arrive before they can enjoy it, and the thought of someone enjoying the delicious food before they can eat it shows a longing look in their eyes.

At this moment, the two were sentimental, and when Du Mingzhao rushed to the door, another ox cart suddenly stopped in front of the door.

The specifications of the ox cart were higher than Du Mingzhao's at first glance, and the three of them turned to look.

I saw Cui Zhiyun slowly getting off the ox cart, which was completely different from Du Mingzhao, who was in a hurry just now.

The three of them invariably came up with an idea: they really deserve to be the children of the Bolingcui clan.

Cui Zhiyun also rarely met Du Mingzhao when he was on duty, and said with some surprise when he saw him:

"Master Du's book is still quite early today? How? Is there any urgent business for the water supervisor now? ”

As soon as these words came out, Du Mingzhao knew that it was bad, if the answer was not good, he would not want to eat today.

Thinking of the time and time again he had missed before, he hurriedly followed Cui Zhiyun into the room, and said with some embarrassment:

Let Cui Jian Cheng smile, he rushed to eat a public chef's morning meal early today. Zheng Niangzi's cooking skills you also know, it is praised by everyone who has eaten it, just like the spicy red crayfish that is now popular in the capital, the taste is superb, and it is different every day. ”

"Really?"

"Since Mrs. Zheng worked in the public kitchen, she has made plum dried vegetable cakes, fish fillet porridge, fish balls, and meat sandwich buns...... Because I have little time to eat, I also hear the taste of some food relayed by others. ”

Du Mingzhao was full of flavor when he talked about food, and his mouth kept introducing Zheng Wan's cooking skills to Cui Zhiyun.

didn't notice that he was following the direction of Cui Zhiyun's walking at this time, and when he walked, he felt that the walking distance was a bit long, and when he came back to his senses, he looked up, and saw the two big words "public kitchen" appearing on the plaque above his head.

There was a bang in his heart, as if something had collapsed, and he looked at Cui Zhiyun's back in front of him with an incredible look.

Du Mingzhao's voice was not small, and the guards and fish masters standing on the outermost periphery subconsciously turned around to look back when they heard his voice, and suddenly saw Cui Zhiyun's figure, and thought that their eyes were wrong

After blinking his eyes and making sure that there was nothing wrong with his eyes, he immediately stepped back.

It is common to accidentally occupy someone else's position and step on the other person's foot, and as soon as the victim wanted to shout, he saw the frightened expression of his colleague.

Subconsciously looked along the other party's line of sight, and after a while, the entire courtyard stood and discovered Cui Zhiyun's existence.

Everyone subconsciously stepped back, giving Cui Zhiyun, who suddenly appeared, and Du Mingzhao to make way for a road to the kitchen.

Seeing such a scene, Cui Zhiyun bowed his head to the people who got out of the way.

Du Mingzhao, who followed closely, also enjoyed a privilege, this was the first time he felt that someone gave way, thinking that he could quickly eat the morning food after Cui Jiancheng, he suddenly felt that this feeling was not bad.

As for the violent blow he had just experienced in his heart, it was all healed, and food was a good medicine for him to heal his soul.

But when he followed Cui Zhiyun to the door, he suddenly found that the atmosphere in front of him was strange, and there was no one in line.

Du Mingzhao, who sensed that something was wrong, only then did he relax and take a big breath, accidentally breathing in the smell of sour bamboo shoots spreading everywhere in the air.

A sour and smelly smell accompanied by a faint spicy smell permeates the interior of the kitchen, refreshing the mind after taking a bite.

There had never been a time when he felt more awake than he had been, and he immediately realized that there must be something wrong with the kitchen today.

When I thought that when I first entered the door, I also promoted the beauty of the public chef's morning food with Cui Jiancheng, and suddenly felt that I had made a big mistake.

And with some annoyance, it was not good when the kitchen made a mistake, but if he made a mistake today, he had to explain it to Cui Jiancheng.

As soon as he wanted to say something to redeem Zheng Wan, he saw the slender Cui Zhiyun striding forward, as if he didn't feel the strange atmosphere at this time, standing in the open space in front of Zhao Qingyou.

At this time, Zheng Wan happened to appear with a few bowls of snail noodles that had not yet been added to the sour bamboo shoots and soup, and his eyes happened to meet Cui Zhiyun's.

Chapter 51: Snail Flour (2)

She was a little surprised, this was the first time she had seen Cui Zhiyun in the realm of the public kitchen.

But when she thought that Cui Zhiyun was still attracted to dine by her snail duck foot pot before, she suddenly felt that the other party was a good object to promote sour bamboo shoots, after all, no matter how wonderful the sour bamboo shoots were, they also needed someone to expand their influence, otherwise the jar of sour bamboo shoots she prepared would be wasted.

Immediately walked forward quickly, put the tray in his hand on the countertop, put a somewhat flattering smile on his face, and said to Cui Zhiyun in a seductive tone:

"The morning food prepared by the chef today is snail noodles, and you can also add sour bamboo shoots to it, do you want it?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately became nervous, Who doesn't know that Cui Jiancheng's identity is precious? Is this strange smell of food that he can eat?

Du Mingzhao, who was still praising the chef for himself just now, was still worried that he would be misunderstood and exaggerated by Cui Jiancheng.

Now that he heard Zheng Wan say such a thing, he was even more worried than what he had just done, for fear that Zheng Wan would be driven away by accident because of today's accidental mistake, so he would not be able to eat plum dried vegetable cakes, boiled fish balls, and meat sandwich buns in the future......

Thinking about it, he began to take stock of the delicacies that Zheng Wan had made in his heart.

Even Zhao Qingyou, who was standing beside Zheng Wan, looked at Zheng Wan who introduced the sour bamboo shoots to Cui Zhiyun with a frightened look.

I thought: I should have known that I should have introduced it when I saw Cui Jiancheng, otherwise it would not have caused the current situation.

Cui Zhiyun looked directly at Zheng Wan in front of him, and when he saw the other party's smiling face, he suddenly felt in a good mood, and said something with a tense face that everyone couldn't believe his ears.

"It's okay, then I'll bother Mrs. Zheng."

The movement of his nod was small, but it formed an earthquake in the hearts of the people around him, and that action was constantly amplified in his mind.

Until I saw Zheng Wan pick up a handful of sour bamboo shoots from the plate with chopsticks and put them in the bowl, and then use a big spoon to scoop out a spoonful of broth with a red surface from the ding, and when it fell into the bowl, you could still see the snails mixed in it spread all over the empty space in the center of the bowl.

Everyone can be regarded as confirming the thoughts in their hearts, and associating the strange sour bamboo shoots with the beautiful Cui Jiancheng.

And after his eyes swept to Cui Zhiyun and took the bowl, he felt that the scene in front of him could be called the most shocking picture in decades.

Zheng Wan looked at Cui Zhiyun who accepted his suggestion with satisfaction, and couldn't be better in a good mood, thinking that there should be no problem with the sales of sour bamboo shoots now, so he turned around and walked in the direction of the back kitchen with satisfaction.

Cui Zhiyun also took the snail noodles he had just gotten, and turned around to walk towards the dining position.

As soon as he turned around, he saw that everyone immediately made way for him, he bowed slightly, continued to walk forward with a steady pace, and then sat down.

As long as people pass by him, they can smell a stronger sour bamboo shoots, but they think that even he dares to eat them, so they ......

So, after Cui Zhiyun sat down, everyone's hearts became even more entangled.

Just now, I still didn't dare to eat and didn't want to eat, but now your superiors have eaten it, and they still take the lead in eating, so do they want to support it too?

Just when everyone was still struggling, Niu Xinlu and Liu Quan, who were hurrying slowly, also came.

Because he was in a hurry to eat the morning food, he didn't have time to pay attention to the strange atmosphere, strange taste and empty team of the chef at this time, Niu Xinlu couldn't wait to say to Zhao Qingyou:

"Mrs. Zhao has a morning meal today."

Finally someone started to line up, Zhao Qingyou was also relieved, and said with a smile: "Today is snail noodles, do you want to add sour bamboo shoots?" ”

Niu Xinlu also has the existence of sour bamboo shoots in his memory, and has a specific taste memory, and when he heard Zhao Qingyou's words, he immediately nodded and said, "I want it." ”

Speaking of the truth, this snail was still fished out of the shallows by Zheng Wantuo and the two of them, and now they can finally taste what it tastes like.

Hearing this, Zhao Qingyou immediately imitated Zheng Wan's actions just now, sandwiching sour bamboo shoots, fishing snails and soup stock, the yellow soup was covered with a layer of attractive bright red red oil, impacting on the pure white rice noodles, and the visual impact was almost about to make people drool.

Niu Xinlu couldn't wait to take his own snail noodles and happily walked to the dining place with a bowl.

Liu Quan, who followed closely, had an extra heart, and when he heard Zhao Qingyou's words, he knew that today's sour bamboo shoots were not ordinary.

Coupled with the fact that he stood behind Niu Xinlu, he had a little more time to relieve and breathe, and the strange smell that was originally ignored by taking a big breath also poured into his body under the catalysis of time.