Old Crow Man was actually a kind of wheaten food, a kind of wheaten food from Guanzhong, which was now Shaanxi. It was a kind of wheaten food that went well with everything.
It could be fried, deep-fried, stir-fried, braised, or cooked in any other way.
This was the life wisdom of Guanzhong people who loved wheaten food.
"That's it. It should be delicious." Yuan Zhou chose the second dish for the quiz. Then he checked the rest of the dishes much faster.
Since he had a target, his reading speed increased, and he quickly finished reading the remaining one-third of the book.
"Well, it's finally done. Let's go to bed." When Yuan Zhou looked up, it was one o 'clock in the morning. He raised his head, tidied up the table, and went upstairs with the neat white papers.
The reason why the white papers were neat was very simple.
The three books that Yuan Zhou prepared had been used up long ago. The other books were provided by the customers, all of which were white paper. This was similar, but the size was a little different.
As a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, Yuan Zhou cut them into the same size without hesitation.
They were still the same size. When they were put together, they looked very neat.
After putting the stack of papers into the bookcase, Yuan Zhou was satisfied and prepared to wash up and go to bed.
When he took off the belt with a sound of "Xi Xi Suo", Yuan Zhou couldn't help murmuring, "Fortunately, I'm thin. The belt is really tight."
Although he slept late last night, Yuan Zhou still got up early as usual. Then, he washed up and went out to jog for exercise. This had become a fixed habit of Yuan Zhou.
At this time, the healthy old lady had already walked around the door of Yuan Zhou's shop and went home to steam steamed buns.
Of course, when Yuan Zhou ran to the door of his shop, Yuan Zhou would take away the doghouse in front of the door.
That's right. As the weather got colder and colder, Yuan Zhou put a doghouse of suitable size at the door to keep warm. Of course, it was prepared for the responsible Broth.
And Yuan Zhou would take it away when he ran by every morning. The man and the dog had a tacit understanding.
When Yuan Zhou was preparing the ingredients for breakfast in the kitchen, there were already many people standing outside the Yuanzhou shop, and the number of people was increasing.
"Wow, I'm so excited. If Boss Yuan chooses the delicacies from my hometown, what should I do?" A customer looked at the closed door of Yuanzhou shop excitedly.
"You think too much. I think it's definitely mine." Another customer said disdainfully.
"Maybe I'll be the one to take the crown." The grandpa smiled kindly.
That's right, even the old man joined in and voted.
Of course, Wuhai would definitely not fall behind and vote.
"That's hard to say. After all, I was the first one to vote," Wu Hai said proudly while stroking his mustache.
"But you only voted for the food you like. It might not be in line with the rules." Ling Hong directly undermined him.
"I think I have a great chance after all. After all, I know so many rare and eccentric foods." Manman said confidently.
It was known to all that Manman was a cake chef who owned his own shop. It was very easy for him to know some strange pastries.
This time, all the diners were not convinced. Everyone started to argue with each other. They all felt that they would be chosen.
"Don't be anxious. We'll know when the boss opens the door." At that time, Zhou Jia came forward and comforted them.
"Hua La", the door was opened under everyone's expectation.
"Everybody, please get your number first and then prepare to enter the restaurant for breakfast." Zhou Jia immediately started to direct the customers.
However, the customers at the entrance of Yuanzhou shop didn't show any signs of dispersing. They were all waiting to see if Yuan Zhou would serve a new dish this morning and if the new dish would be the delicacies from his hometown.
How long could five minutes be? In just a little while, the first ten customers had already poured into the restaurant.
"Boss Yuan, what's the breakfast today?" A customer asked anxiously as soon as he entered the restaurant.
"Yes, yes, yes. What is it?" Another customer echoed loudly.
"The Crow Man is provided for breakfast today. It's the Crow Man Chicken Soup." Standing in the kitchen, Yuan Zhou said calmly.
"Crow Man? What's that? "The ten people who entered the restaurant were all stupefied.
"It sounds like a kind of bird?" Wuhai was fairly experienced and knowledgeable. On hearing that, he guessed.
"It's indeed a bird. It's a name for crow." The grandpa revealed the truth.
"It's a kind of wheaten food." Engineer Cheng said.
"I see. But it's not provided by me." The ten people sat down almost at the same time.
They all had the same thought in their hearts. I really want to taste what this Crow Man is. How could it defeat the delicacies provided by me?
"The Crow Man has another name. Once I say it, you should know it. It's called Face Mouse." Engineer Cheng explained smilingly.
"Isn't it a dough?" The grandpa suddenly reacted.
"That's right." Engineer Cheng nodded his head. Then, he stopped talking and started to watch Yuan Zhou cook.
At the other side, however, Yuan Zhou had already started to cook.
The Crow Man was only delicious when it was cooked on the spot. Fortunately, it was really not strenuous and was easy to cook.
He directly used the slightly hot water to mix the noodles. During this period, the difficulty was how to keep the temperature of the water unchanged. Only in this way could the noodles be moderately soft and hard and the dough balls in the bowl be cooked to the same degree.
As soon as the water was poured into the flour, Yuan Zhou immediately began to stir it. His speed was uniform and fast. As he stirred, the flour gradually condensed into dough balls. Another difficulty was how to keep them the same size. Of course, the shape couldn't be the same.
Yuan Zhou's skillful technique was like an old master in an old village in Shaanxi. His movements were rhythmic, beautiful and fast.
Kneading the noodles and boiling the chicken soup were done at the same time by Yuan Zhou. When he finished kneading the noodles, the chicken soup had just boiled.
Of course, the chicken soup was simmered by Yuan Zhou since last night and only boiled now. Therefore, the chicken soup was different from others. It was as clear as water but contained the freshness. "Dong Dong Dong."
"Dong, dong, dong." A bowl of dough of different shapes but about the same size jumped into the pot of chicken soup cheerfully.
At this moment, only Yuan Zhou asked. The wheat fragrance of the raw flour collided with the rich chicken soup, emitting a special fragrance.
The chicken soup kept boiling. The dough balls in the pot turned from white to transparent white in just a little while, which was a sign that they were cooked.
"Here's your Old Crow Head. Please enjoy." The first bowl was naturally Wu Hai.
The second bowl was the grandpa who didn't fall behind.
"I haven't eaten this for a long time." The grandpa sighed with emotion while holding the Crow Man.
There was clear soup in the brown bowl. The white and crystal clear Crow Man was floating on the surface of the soup, which was as lovable as a white and fat little steamed bun.
Without any hesitation, the grandpa picked up the chopsticks and started to eat. That's right. The Crow Man was the best to eat with chopsticks.
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