The customers outside the restaurant started to guess one after another. Luckily, it didn't take long for them to hear Zhou Jia's melodious voice inviting them to enter the restaurant for breakfast.
That's right. During meal time, Zhou Jia's voice would become melodious. In the evening, it was naturally Shin Min who became the melodious voice.
With a sound of "Hula", a group of 14 people directly entered the restaurant. Some sat down while others stood, waiting for Zhou Jia to come over and order dishes.
"What do you want to eat today? It smells so fragrant." It was Chen Wei who said that. He also arrived here early in the morning and started to maintain the order until now. Naturally, he was very hungry.
"The breakfast is Pig Intestine Noodle Soup. There are two kinds, spicy and non-spicy," Yuan Zhou answered.
"It's good. It's enough to fill me up." Chen Wei immediately nodded his head happily.
"Pig Intestine Noodle Soup? Isn't it fishy? " As a non-Chuan girl, Yin Ya still couldn't eat some things, such as rabbit heads, although she had studied in Sichuan for four years and lived there for a period of time.
As for the Pig Intestine Noodle Soup, she seldom ate it. Therefore, she didn't think it tasted so good. Besides, there would always be a fishy smell in the restaurants outside.
"It's not fishy at all. You can try the clear broth. It's very fresh," Yuan Zhou said earnestly.
"Okay. Give me a bowl of clear broth," Yin Ya nodded her head and directly ordered.
"I came in first. I haven't ordered it yet," Wuhai interrupted their conversation at the side and straightforwardly said.
"Zhou Jia, order dishes for Wuhai," Yuan Zhou didn't even look at Wuhai and directly called Zhou Jia.
"Okay. Mr. Wu, the breakfast today is Pig Intestine Noodle Soup. There's clear broth and red broth. Which do you prefer?" Zhou Jia snickered and immediately went up and asked professionally.
"Red broth, of course. Anyone who eats clear broth for the Pig Intestine Noodle Soup is heretical," Wuhai said proudly.
"Oh? It seems that Wuhai has a problem with my clear soup? "Before Yin Ya could speak, Jiang Changxi immediately put her hand on Wuhai's shoulder with a smile.
"No." Wuhai shook his head decisively, as if he had the instincts of a beast.
"Aiya, what do you think of the word 'virgin', Wuhai?" Jiang Changxi winked at Wuhai and said innocently.
"As long as you're happy, Sister Jiang." Wuhai admitted defeat decisively.
"Hahahaha, serves you right." Ling Hong, who was at the side, immediately gloated.
"Hmph, at least you know what's good for you. Otherwise, I could tell you a hundred ways to identify a virgin." Jiang Changxi teased Wuhai and then retracted her slender white palm.
"By the way, Boss Yuan, are you interested in the bed skills? I also have a lot of valuable experiences that I can impart to you. "Jiang Changxi covered her face with one hand and pretended to be shy and said to Yuan Zhou with a smile.
"Please wait a moment. The dishes will be served right away." Yuan Zhou said to Yin Ya in a hurry and immediately turned around and went back to the kitchen.
"If I answer Jiang Changxi's question, who knows what kind of conspiracy is waiting for me." Yuan Zhou cleverly found a reason for his strategic retreat.
Then, when Yuan Zhou began to prepare the Pig Intestine Noodle Soup, he heard Zhou Jia read out the order list one after another. There were red broths and clear broths.
Generally, Yin Ya, Jiang Changxi, Manman, and other ladies who stayed up all night would order the clear broth while the men basically ordered the red broth.
After hearing that, Yuan Zhou remembered the number of bowls of clear broth and red broth and directly began to prepare.
The first step to prepare the Pig Intestine Noodle Soup was to get the bowls and plates. Yuan Zhou lined up 14 bowls on the counter.
Every bowl of the same size had a white porcelain base and the edges of the bowls were painted with light lotus patterns. Yuan Zhou directly took the seasoning bowl with one hand and the spoon with the other and started to prepare the condiments.
The first one to be added was the chicken powder. The chicken powder Yuan Zhou used wasn't chicken essence, but the fresh chicken powder made by adding river shrimps into the thick chicken broth. However, Yuan Zhou only added half a spoonful of this powder into the red broth.
"Shua Shua Shua". Yuan Zhou changed the bowl with one hand and waved his other hand. A little white well salt was directly sprinkled into each bowl. Then, he turned the grinding bottle and the freshly ground pepper floated into the 14 bowls.
The freshly made chili oil that had just cooled down, the finely chopped and crispy bean sprouts, and some sugar water were all added into the bowls in turn.
After that, he added some Qiu You seasonings into each bowl. Of course, the seasonings were different for each bowl. They were all based on the individual's taste.
The 14 bowls of Pig Intestine Noodle Soup had been stewed in the soup base last night and the rest had just been done. Finally, there were only the chopped pig intestine and the boiled sweet potato powder left. Naturally, it was very fast.
Yuan Zhou directly dipped the sweet potato powder that had been soaked in warm water into the soup base that had just been boiling. He used a bamboo strip with a fine mesh, which was in the shape of a funnel.
More than half of the funnel was filled with the long chopsticks. The sweet potato powder directly soaked into the soup base. At this time, a small piece of pig lung floated up like a white cloud.
This pig lung had been washed many times by Yuan Zhou. Finally, it had shrunk to the size of a white cloud after being boiled over a small fire the night before.
During this period, the fat of the pig bone marrow was also boiled out, giving off white steam. Although the smell couldn't be smelled and the soup only looked light white, it was still very fragrant, making people salivate uncontrollably.
The strangest thing was that even though so much sweet potato powder was boiled at the same time, the soup base was still as clear and bright as before, without any white foam like the ones in the restaurant outside.
About one minute and six seconds later, Yuan Zhou began to ladle the pig intestine noodle soup into the bowls according to the different tastes of different people.
"Hua, hua, hua." Yuan Zhou picked up the long handle of the bamboo strip with his right hand and shook it lightly. Instantly, the soup stopped dripping. Then, he poured the sweet potato powder into the bowls while mixing the soup with his left hand.
That's right. Yuan Zhou poured the sweet potato powder into the bowls with one hand and used the spoon to mix the seasonings in the bowls with the other hand. In this way, he could ensure that the sweet potato powder that had just entered the bowls could be fully soaked in the seasonings and ensure the taste and texture of each sweet potato powder.
Especially when he poured the bowl of chili oil soup, Yuan Zhou poured the hot soup in his left hand into the bowl. The red and bright oil floated with the white and fragrant sesame seeds. At this time, the bright and slightly gray sweet potato powder was added in. The glossy chili oil directly enveloped the sweet potato powder in the bowls. The combination was just right. The visual effect was extremely attractive and made people salivate.
Every bowl of Yuan Zhou's soup was cooked in this way, including the pig intestine noodle soup.
As soon as the sweet potato powder was poured into the bowls, Yuan Zhou immediately scooped up the pig intestine that had been boiled in the soup pot and then braised.
"Duo, Duo, Duo", the knife and the chopping board emitted a slight sound of contact. In a short while, the pig intestine was cut into small pieces of the same size.
When cutting, Yuan Zhou didn't touch the pig intestine with his hand all the way. One reason was that he wanted it to be clean and not be contaminated by the smell. Another reason was that it was so hot that he couldn't hold it with his hand at all.
"Shua". After he finished cutting, Yuan Zhou flicked the tip of the knife. The pig intestine on the chopping board fell into the soup bowl obediently, causing a small wave. However, not a drop of soup spilled out.
That was to use the knife heavily and land lightly, so the soup wouldn't spill out.
The amount of pig intestine in each bowl was the same, and so was the amount of sweet potato powder in each bowl. From the beginning to the end, only Yuan Zhou could make a simple dish of pig intestine noodle soup as beautiful and rigorous as an art.
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