Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly, "It's a very interesting activity. I do want to participate in it, but you know the opening hours of my restaurant. If you come, I might be late."
"It's fine if you come. As for the time, we will start at 8 pm. You are just in time," Sun Ming said excitedly.
After saying that, Sun Ming dawdled as if he hadn't finished his words.
"Is there anything else?" Yuan Zhou asked.
"Didn't you make a cake house before? I think it's quite good. This time, it's my birthday and we are all friends. Don't give me any gifts. It's too tacky. Just a cake will do. "This was the real purpose of Sun Ming's visit.
While saying that, he seemed to recall the sweet smell in the cake house and started to salivate automatically. He couldn't help it. The Kitchen God didn't sell it!
The act of asking for a cake on his birthday could be described with a song — You have no other choice.
Now that all the ingredients could be brought out, it wasn't a difficult thing to do. Yuan Zhou confirmed that Sun Ming really didn't want any other gifts, so he agreed.
Originally, Yuan Zhou wanted to carve a small toy for Sun Ming using the wood from the second floor as a form of woodworking practice. But when he saw Sun Ming smiling like an idiot, Yuan Zhou swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
After sending Sun Ming off, Yuan Zhou went upstairs to wash up. When he came downstairs, he didn't move the carving tools out. Instead, he went to the kitchen.
"The method of making rice noodles I saw yesterday seems to be different from the existing ones. I have to try it out to know." Yuan Zhou looked at the cabinet where he kept the rice and intended to find the right rice.
Yesterday, while studying the ancient books, Yuan Zhou suddenly found a method of making rice noodles that seemed to have been lost in history. He felt it was very interesting and decided to try it today.
The rice used to make rice noodles had to be particular. Generally, the amylose content should not be too high or too low. It should be maintained at 20% to 25%. The gel consistency should not be too high either. Only then would the rice noodles be tough and smooth.
In Yuan Zhou's kitchen, not only were there many ingredients, but there were also many types of rice. Some were suitable for cooking rice, some were suitable for making porridge, some were suitable for making fried rice, and some were suitable for making pastries. It could be said that there were all kinds of rice. If it weren't for the black technology of the system, even if there were ten more kitchens like this, they wouldn't be able to fit all of them.
"Which kind of rice should I use?" Yuan Zhou felt that two kinds of rice were more suitable, but he couldn't make up his mind.
Generally speaking, it was better to use indica rice to make noodles. Besides, Yuan Zhou had a lot of varieties here. However, there were some japonica rice that Yuan Zhou also felt were very suitable.
"Let's make a little of each and see how it goes." Yuan Zhou thought for a while and decided to make a little of each so that it would be easier to taste.
Drip! Drip!
Drip! Yuan Zhou scooped out a little of the rice that he selected and then soaked it in the utensils. Then, he started to prepare other things.
The first was to clean the small stone mill that would be used later. Although the system would clean the entire kitchen every day, Yuan Zhou was used to washing everything before using it. Only then would he feel comfortable.
The small graphite was actually only the size of two palms. It was indeed very pocket-sized. However, the equipment provided by the system was naturally not bad.
When Yuan Zhou did things, he was naturally methodical. Slowly, he prepared everything, including the flour that would be used later.
When the preparation was almost done, he began to dry the rice and waited to grind it into powder.
Step by step, every step of Yuan Zhou was meticulous and considerate. He first used the traditional method to make a batch of noodles and then tried the method recorded in the ancient books. Actually, what made Yuan Zhou feel interesting was the method to make the noodles with bamboo strips after grinding.
Nowadays, most people used machines. Even the ancient method was to press the noodles. The bamboo strip method mentioned in the ancient books made Yuan Zhou feel that the possibility of success was not high. Therefore, he decided to give it a try.
Unexpectedly, the method in the ancient books was really good. Although the noodles made were slightly wider than usual, they carried a slight bamboo fragrance. Moreover, they were very tough and had a little burr feeling, making them more chewy.
"This method seems to be good." While drying the rice noodles, Yuan Zhou recalled the method to see if there was anything that could be improved.
The next morning, the rice noodles made by Yuan Zhou yesterday were put to use. For breakfast, Yuan Zhou prepared the Cross-bridge Rice Noodles.
The Cross-bridge Rice Noodles was prepared with a lot of ingredients. It was also one of the few foods in Yuan Zhou's restaurant that required the customers to make their own food.
Apart from a big blue and white porcelain bowl that was steaming hot, there were many small plates that were stacked on top of each other. On the plates, there were thin slices of magnolia, a few slices of white and tender chicken, some crispy chives, and glistening yellow quail eggs.
Speaking of quail eggs, Yuan Zhou recalled the conversation he had with the system.
When Yuan Zhou was preparing the Cross-bridge Rice Noodles for breakfast, he took out the quail eggs specially prepared by the system. He immediately noticed the difference in this egg.
Ordinary quail eggs were densely covered with brown spots. Normally, half of them were white and half were brown. However, the quail eggs provided by the system were almost brown. Occasionally, there would be a few white spots. It seemed that the base of the quail eggs was brown with white as the embellishments. It was the complete opposite of the ordinary ones.
"System, why does this quail egg feel different?" Yuan Zhou asked casually.
"This is the first batch of eggs from three-year-old quails that have been carefully reared by the system. Moreover, each batch will only be laid once. It has extremely high nutritional value. Moreover, when feeding these quails, apart from a little feed, they are fed with 10-year-old ginseng as snacks. Angelica, astragalus, and angelica are also used as supplementary ingredients. Therefore, this quail egg has the effect of whitening, beautifying, and nourishing the body." The system suddenly displayed a long string of words.
Can't the quails be nourished to death? Yuan Zhou was puzzled.
"Moreover, in order to keep warm, the quails have always been fed at 35 degrees east longitude and north latitude …"
"Alright, I understand. Today is another day where people are not as good as quails. I'm already used to it. There's no need to explain," Yuan Zhou hurriedly interrupted.
The quail egg indeed lived up to the careful rearing of the system. When it was knocked out, there was an extremely faint fragrance of medicinal materials. Besides, the egg yolk was especially yellow, which was almost golden yellow. There was also a hint of light green in the egg white, which looked very beautiful.
"This is way too fragrant. It's even more fragrant than what I ate in Yunnan." Xiaoding was a native Yunnan girl. It was the first time that she had eaten the Cross Bridge Rice Noodles in The Kitchen God.
She couldn't help taking a deep breath as soon as it was carried to her. The fragrance filled her nose and really made her salivate.
She couldn't care about anything else anymore. Just like others, she first put the less cooked chicken and bacon into the scalding big bowl and then put the other kinds into the bowl. Finally, she poured the soaked rice noodles into the bowl.
"How fragrant." Xiaoding couldn't help swallowing her saliva.
"Awoo."
She picked it up with her chopsticks and took a bite. An extremely faint bitter taste spread out in her mouth along with the fragrance of the egg and the smooth texture. After she chewed it up, a hint of sweetness gushed out from inside. The taste was extremely good.
She was quite lucky to eat the quail egg at the first bite.
"It's really delicious." Xiaoding shook her head while eating.
Of course, there were quite a few people who did the same thing as her. As long as everyone was eating in The Kitchen God, it would be different from the usual eating time. They would be as casual as eating at home.
"The taste of the quail egg is really good. I can prepare some for Xiaoya and let her eat some every morning to beautify and nourish her skin." Yuan Zhou thought of the taste of the 30 quail eggs she had eaten previously.
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