When Yuan Zhou finished washing up and went downstairs, his hair was still steaming. Only 10 minutes had passed since then.
He was dressed in a flaxen modified short-sleeved Han Chinese Costume and his black hair, which was still steaming, stood up in a short and hurried manner. He looked quite spirited.
"Since we're going to eat noodles for dinner, I'll cook some simple noodle soup for Broth and Rice." Yuan Zhou took out the dried noodles that he usually cooked and started to cook them in the pot.
Because the dog couldn't eat hot food, Yuan Zhou quickly boiled the noodles and poured the ice water under the big bowl so that it could cool down as soon as possible.
"Wait for 10 minutes." Yuan Zhou set the bowl and then opened the partition to open the door.
He opened the front door for the convenience of Wuhai. He couldn't let Wuhai walk through the kitchen from the back door to the front hall to eat.
The ice water soon cooled down the temperature of the noodle soup. Yuan Zhou carried up the warm noodle soup, opened the sergestes wall view door and went to the courtyard of the pub.
After putting the bowl on the stone table at the side, Yuan Zhou opened the back door to let Broth and Rice come in for dinner.
That's right. Because he was going to cook noodles today, the two dogs could only come in for dinner. But it didn't matter that the pub was closed today.
After the noodles were evenly distributed in their respective bowls, Yuan Zhou said, "Take your time. I'm going to cook my own dinner."
"Woof." Rice lowered its head and ate very excitedly. It only took a whimper to answer Yuan Zhou.
As for Broth, it was much simpler. It ate happily without even raising its head.
"Broth, you should learn from your wife." Yuan Zhou couldn't help saying.
Not until Yuan Zhou said that did Broth raise its dog face with the noodles in its mouth and take a look at Yuan Zhou. Then, it lowered its head and continued to eat the noodles.
"You are awesome. You guys go ahead." Yuan Zhou burst into laughter and then turned around and left.
"Noodles Mixed with Scallion Oil for dinner. I suddenly want to eat that." Yuan Zhou thought while returning to the kitchen.
Suddenly, Yuan Zhou didn't want to eat the Clear Broth Noodle Soup anymore. Instead, he wanted to eat Noodles Mixed with Scallion Oil.
"It just so happens that the scallion oil is ready. I just need to knead the dough and cook it." Thinking of the taste of the noodles mixed with scallion oil, Yuan Zhou quickened his pace involuntarily.
Some things couldn't be eaten fresh. For example, persimmons needed to be cooked to taste good. It was the same for scallion oil. Although the freshly cooked scallion oil smelled very fragrant, it was not as good as the noodles.
If it could be stored for a week, the fragrance would become more mature in the sealed bottle, and the fragrance would completely permeate into every drop of oil. It would not smell as fragrant after it was opened, but when it was mixed with noodles, the noodles would smell more fragrant.
There were many types of noodles mixed with scallion oil. Generally speaking, it was Shanghai's signature delicacy. However, what Yuan Zhou wanted to make was not so authentic. He wanted to make home-cooked noodles mixed with scallion oil.
Yuan Zhou intended to play the so-called family version at will this time.
That's right, he could do whatever he wanted.
The traditional noodles mixed with scallion oil in Shanghai used fine noodles, but the hand-rolled noodles that Yuan Zhou prepared to make would be slightly thicker.
Yuan Zhou scooped out the flour. The process was similar to that of making the Clear Broth Noodle Soup. However, when it came to cutting the noodles, Yuan Zhou cut the noodles into half the size of the Clear Broth Noodle Soup. After cutting the noodles into a pile, he sprinkled the dry powder on it and kneaded it.
Until the noodles became round and long strips of uniform size and thickness.
After the noodles were done, Yuan Zhou began to boil the water and prepared to cook the noodles. At this time, there were only five minutes before seven o 'clock.
As for the pot of water that was used to cook the noodles just now? Naturally, it was fed to them together.
Because he only needed to cook noodles for two people, Yuan Zhou put in less water. When Wuhai walked into the door, the water was just boiling.
"It seems that I came at the right time." Watching Yuan Zhou put the fine noodles into the pot, Wuhai was very happy and sat in the middle of the long curved table.
Yuan Zhou just nodded and began to stir the noodles in the soup with chopsticks, seriously cooking the noodles.
Because the noodles were cut into very fine pieces, after cooking for about a minute, the noodles began to float up and down. The flour on the noodles slowly emerged in the water, and white foam floated in the water.
At this time, Yuan Zhou quickly took out two bowls and plates and placed them on both sides. After the bowls and plates were placed, Yuan Zhou's hands did not stop. He scooped up the noodles with chopsticks in each hand and directly put the noodles into the two bowls and plates at the same time.
Yuan Zhou had long been familiar with this skill of attacking with both hands.
Instead, Wuhai immediately said, "I want a little more. I'm very hungry, very hungry. It's not a problem for me to eat a sheep."
"It's all the same." Yuan Zhou picked up the freshly filled bowls and plates and turned to put them on the counter in front of him.
"Well, Compass, why are you always so fair? Sometimes you can be less rigid." Wuhai sighed.
"Then you can eat a little less and I can eat a little more?" Yuan Zhou said and was about to pick the noodles from Wuhai's bowl.
"No need. It's better to eat the same. It's better to have principles." Wuhai immediately rejected him seriously.
"Um, I think so too." Having been acknowledged, Yuan Zhou happily began to mix the noodles.
The scallion oil that Yuan Zhou brewed was stored in a transparent glass jar that was sealed very well.
The scallion oil was made from green onions, small scallions, green onions, small star anise, a small amount of cinnamon, and fragrant leaves. Furthermore, within the amber-colored scallion oil, there were pieces of something that looked like crispy meat floating on the surface.
According to the different tastes of the two, Yuan Zhou added different amounts of scallion oil. Then, he sprinkled two drops of autumn oil on the noodles. Next, he placed the freshly cut green onions that had been dried and steamed.
The white and tender noodles were poured with amber scallion oil. The dark autumn oil seeped into the noodles and the emerald green onions sprinkled on the white noodles.
The originally cool amber-colored scallion oil was pushed back by the heat of the noodles and instantly released a rich aroma. Mixed with the natural aroma of the Qiu You, the noodles were already making people salivate before they even started mixing.
Wuhai didn't ask why the Clear Broth Noodle Soup had turned into Scallion Oil Mixed Noodles. He just watched Yuan Zhou pick up the chopsticks and start mixing the noodles.
Similarly, both of his hands started to mix at the same time. Yuan Zhou's speed was very fast. When he stirred the noodles, the scallion oil would be evenly coated on the noodles. Even the emerald green onions were slightly stained on the noodles that had turned into a sauce color.
"Scallion Oil Mixed Noodles, dinner." After Yuan Zhou was done mixing the noodles, he passed the chopsticks to Wuhai.
"It smells so good. But the amount is too little. I'm sure I'll be hungry after eating it in the middle of the night." Wuhai couldn't wait to receive the noodles and then said.
"Go to bed early. You won't be hungry." Yuan Zhou took off the face mask and said.
"Um." Wuhai nodded his head vaguely with the noodles in his mouth.
"Here's the broth." Looking at Wuhai's manner, Yuan Zhou turned around and scooped another bowl of broth and put it in front of Wuhai.
"Hah." Wuhai swallowed the noodles in his mouth and then immediately drank a mouthful of broth. While stroking his small mustaches, he revealed a blissful expression.
As there were only two people eating and each had a bowl of broth, Wuhai ate at a normal speed and even started to talk.
"I thank myself every day for allowing me to eat such delicious food." Wuhai sighed and said.
"Thank yourself?" Yuan Zhou felt Wuhai definitely had a problem with his ability to express himself. He should be thanking him, the chef, for the delicious food.
"Thank myself for having the foresight to move the art studio here. Thank myself for having a discerning eye and finding this place." Wuhai nodded his head and said deservedly.
"These words don't sound wrong. But when I think about it carefully, I still feel something is wrong." Yuan Zhou didn't answer him but thought inwardly.
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