"Sister Yao, do you have any soup there?" Bu Fan turned around and suddenly asked Li Mengyao. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Li Mengyao looked at Bu Fan and nodded.

"Of course, there is, is it okay to make pork bone soup?"

"It's just right, this kind of noodle needs a broth made from pork bones. Bu Fan's eyes lit up, he thought that Li Mengyao didn't have it here, and even if he did, it was just chicken soup.

After Li Mengyao brought a small bucket of pork bone soup, Bu Fan lowered his head and poked his nose to sniff, and looked up with a satisfied expression.

He only smelled it a little, and he knew the time and ingredients of this pork bone broth.

This pork bone broth is made of pork stick bones, then wash the pot with controlled dry water and cold water, boil until it boils and foam, then turn off the heat, pour out the water in the pot, and then wash the pork bones with warm water to remove the fishy smell of the pork bones.

After washing the pot, re-fill the water, put in the stick bones that have been washed after the water, add two or three slices of ginger, a green onion knot and an appropriate amount of cooking wine, and add enough water at one time, 4 to 5 cm higher than the pork bones.

Immediately after the high heat is boiled, the heat is changed to medium-low heat and the boiling state is kept slightly boiling, during which the foam is removed, so that the soup is less greasy and has a delicious taste.

Bu Fan saw that the soup was white, and it could be seen that Sister Yao was attentive, so that the pork bones could be crispy.

What is even more commendable and careful is that Sister Yao then filtered out the green onion and ginger bones with a strainer, cooled it and put it in the refrigerator, and refrigerated it for two or three days.

This kind of stock can be put in the pot at any time, and with just a scoop, any pasta soup will taste delicious.

Bu Fan looked at this small bucket of pork bone broth, and couldn't help but secretly praise Li Mengyao.

With this pure pork bone broth and its own dragon whisker noodle technique, it is a match made in heaven.

In fact, the noodles don't need so many materials, Bufan clicked on the two stoves, put two large buckets on them, poured boiling water into them, poured pork bone broth into one of them, and only imported boiling hot water in the other.

Within a few minutes, the color of the soup in the vat of soup stock became milky white, and the umami flavor of the stock spread, which touched the senses very much, so that the surrounding onlookers subconsciously shrank their noses and smelled the deliciousness of the soup.

"It smells so good!"

"The smell of this broth makes me hungry. ”

"Isn't it, my stomach is screaming!"

In front of the food, the surrounding crowd did not hesitate to praise themselves, and now it depends on the taste of Bufan.

Bu Fan smiled slightly, his momentum was sufficient, and there were already dozens of onlookers around him.

It seems that as long as your taste is in place, you don't have to worry about no business.

Li Mengyao and Red Hearts were also overjoyed in their eyes watching from the sidelines, seeing that there were more and more onlookers around, they understood that as long as the taste was not bad, today's business would definitely be booming.

After Bu Fan saw another large bucket of boiling water boil, he prepared a low fire and poured in the noodles he had already made.

After about five minutes, he scooped up the noodles and picked them into the porcelain bowls in front of him, which were already fully placed, and there were thirty-six bowls.

Once the thread is placed, it's almost the end of the process.

Bu Fan put two chopped small vegetables into the 36 bowls of noodles, and then poured a large scoop of roasted pork bone broth into each bowl.

By this point, all the steps have been completed.

The 36 bowls of noodle soup with a milky white halo are slender and crystalline, and the fresh air emitted by the soup is fresh and appetizing, and the two small green vegetables embedded in the soup noodles make the soup even more full of color and fragrance.

"Little brother, how much is this bowl of dragon beard noodles?" A tall young man in a black suit in a black suit asked a young man in a black suit.

"In order to celebrate the new addition of the breakfast restaurant, this bowl of superb dragon beard noodles is only priced at 30 today, please refuse to bargain!" Bu Fan blinked, and happily told the young man the price of dragon beard noodles.

The tall and thin young man was suddenly a little dumbfounded.

"Little brother, a bowl of dragon beard noodles that costs only three to five yuan in ordinary people outside, you actually buy 30?

I couldn't help but be a little surprised by the tall and thin young man, and even the people around him who wanted to buy looked a little stunned at this time.

Some people bowed their heads and discussed, and some people with unmixed conduct directly scolded Qi Fanlai.

"What kind of ghost noodles, you still need 30, isn't this a clear pit person? Grandpa, I don't eat it, and it's not that I have nowhere to eat. The young man with a pinch of yellow hair on his head cursed.

An aunt next to her echoed: "That's it, this kind of breakfast shop with ordinary decoration, the price of a bowl of noodles is 30, and the price is only today, which is unheard of!"

Bu Fan looked at the group of people with a flat expression and raised his eyebrows slightly.

And Li Mengyao and Red Hearts were also a little surprised after hearing Bu Fan's offer.

Li Mengyao didn't expect that this was indeed not a high-end noodle soup in her opinion, although Bu Fan performed a lot of kung fu, but it did improve too much.

According to the price in her heart, she thinks ten yuan a bowl is just right.

"Xiao Fan, is your price a little too high?" she asked next to Bu Fan slightly.

Bu Fan turned his head to look at Li Mengyao, patted her jade hand, signaled her to put her mind at ease, and then grinned.

"Sister Yao, don't worry, my asking price is very reasonable, and I still dislike the asking price of the pasta made by this god of food is too cheap!"

"Poof!" Li Mengyao was also amused by Bu Fan, she felt that Bu Fan was laughing with her.

Li Mengyao would never believe that what a seventeen-year-old boy said was the god of food, who would believe it if it were a normal person.

But what she didn't understand was that Bu Fan was far more powerful than she imagined, and even said that he was stronger than she imagined, and it was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

For Bu Fan, the title of God of Food was just an interest that had arisen by chance during those long years.

To him, this identity as a god of food is only one of those thousands of identities.

Since Bu Fan was so confident, Li Mengyao couldn't say anything, she thought about it and decided to support Bu Fan's choice.

Bu Fan saw that Li Mengyao chose to believe him, and a trace of emotion swayed in his heart.

He turned to look at the crowd of onlookers, with a strange color in his eyes, and roared in a low voice.

"Lao Tzu is the god of food, I let you buy it, you have to buy it!"

His roar, with a strange power, reached the ears of the onlookers, as if a roar sounded, and this sentence kept echoing in his ears.

Soon, in Li Mengyao's somewhat surprised look, these people suddenly stepped forward one by one, consciously took out the money from their pockets, handed it to Bu Fan, and bowed their heads to eat noodles.

Hearts felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, and for a moment her beautiful eyes widened, and her heart seemed to understand.

The master's ability to demagogue is getting stronger and stronger, and now he can directly infect everyone and make everyone affected by him.

Bu Fan noticed something, turned his head and glanced at the red hearts with a smile.

The hearts looked at Bufan, and their backs were slightly cool!