Life is a Game

Master Huang was stretching noodles behind the small kitchen counter at the entrance of the store, only one meter away from Jiang Feng. Under normal circumstances, Master Huang would buckle 8 or 9 times. Jiang Feng remembered that Cao Guixiang's fried noodles made by Cao Guixiang had 11 buckles in his memory.

"Master Huang, can you make the noodles thinner? I want thinner noodles," Jiang Feng said.

"Do you want to eat something thinner? OK, I'll give you a little more." Master Huang readily agreed.

Jiang Feng sat on the seat and watched Master Huang's movement of stretching the noodles. He made the noodles and dropped them almost in one go.

Because ordinary noodles are not as cool as ramen looks, it looks like that to most people. It is nothing more than buckling, then stretching the noodles, buckling them back and stretching the noodles again. The difficulty and technique involved You can only know by trying it yourself.

When Master Huang made the 8th noodle buckle, Wang Hao came in with a bowl.

The big bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge is the specialty of Fangji Porridge.

"Why did you bring the bowl over directly?" Jiang Feng asked, but his eyes were fixed on Master Huang's hand.

"Boss Dafang heard that I was eating right across the street, so he asked me to bring the bowl over and return the bowl after I finished eating." Wang Hao said, "I also ordered two baskets of shrimp dumplings, which are still steaming. Go over and get them later. .”

Jiang Feng nodded perfunctorily. When Wang Hao spoke just now, Master Huang had already finished the 9th buckle and was about to buckle the 10th time.

With the elongation of the noodles, the 10th stroke was successfully completed.

At this time, the noodles in Master Huang's hands were as fine as vermicelli.

Put the noodles in the pot, and they can be out of the pot in a few minutes. Two chunks of thick-cut beef were stewed badly, and one of them was ribbed. At first glance, the muscle seemed to be separated, and the texture of the beef could be seen, and the juice could seep out when gently pressed with chopsticks. Come.

Master Huang sprinkled a handful of scallions on the noodles, poured a spoonful of marinade, and finally added a little chili to make the original light brown noodle soup a little more red, and then brought the noodles to Jiang Feng.

"Come on, Xiaofeng, try to see if your Uncle Huang's skills have deteriorated." Master Huang was obviously very satisfied with the noodles he stretched this time.

Wang Hao looked at the beef noodles in front of Jiang Feng and exclaimed, "Wow, this noodles are so thin!"

"I just told Master Huang that I want to eat thin ones." Jiang Feng explained, picked up a chopstick noodle, mixed it with a little spicy pepper, and put a few green onions in the noodle, and ate it straight away.

Although the noodles are thin, they are chewy and smooth in the mouth. Master Huang's secret chili is actually not too spicy, but rather salty, which goes well with the rich beef soup.

After eating a mouthful of noodles and another mouthful of soup, even if he didn't taste the beef, Jiang Feng felt as happy as a fairy.

"Master Huang, your craftsmanship is as good as ever." Jiang Feng praised.

Master Huang’s noodle restaurant can fight its way out of nearly a hundred noodle restaurants within a radius of 20 kilometers around University A, and become a noodle restaurant that is well-known among students of University A. There are real materials.

Master Huang can only be ranked in the top three. The main reason is that it takes time to cook the noodles. Like the Fangji Congee Shop opposite, the small dishes are not included. The main products are porridge, tea eggs and side dishes, which can be eaten directly For the fast food delivered in the past, in terms of efficiency, Master Huang, who needs to cook it on the spot, can't match it.

Wang Hao stared helplessly at the beef in Jiang Feng's bowl.

Jiang Feng glanced at him, cut off the smaller piece of beef in the bowl, and gave half of it to Wang Hao.

Wang Hao started to drink porridge with preserved egg and lean meat with half a piece of beef. After two or three sips in a row, he asked, "Brother Feng, are the thin noodles delicious?"

"It's delicious, do you want to try it?" Jiang Feng said, seeing Wang Hao nodding, he added some noodles for him.

Wang Hao didn't feel anything after taking a sip of the noodles. He even felt that the thicker noodles taste better: "I think the noodles should be thicker to taste better."

"Everyone has their own tastes and hobbies. The thinner the noodles, the better the taste. It's just that the thinner the noodles, the harder it is to stretch." Master Huang had already sat down, and picked up his phone again to watch the drama.

"Master Huang, how many buckles can you buckle at most?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.

"Most?" Master Huang thought for a while, "When I was young, I should be able to buckle 14 times when I was learning the craft with my master, but later I opened a noodle shop and didn't need to roll such thin noodles. It is estimated that it is only 12 or 13 times at most now. Bar."

14 buckles is already the minimum standard for longxu noodles, which is definitely a remarkable achievement for an ordinary noodle chef.

"Amazing!" Jiang Feng exclaimed.

"It all happened when I was young. At that time, I wanted to go to a big restaurant in a big city to be a white case master. I practiced my skills for several years. Later, I found that it was more suitable for me to open a small noodle restaurant to live this kind of comfortable life. Now it is Probably not." Master Huang said with a smile.

"Master Huang, have you ever worked in the restaurant?" Wang Hao asked curiously.

"After working for two years, I came back to open a noodle shop. I am a native of City A. This area was a rural area more than 20 years ago. Fortunately, I had the foresight to buy the shop, otherwise I would definitely not be able to afford it now." Huang The master sighed, he was still a little proud, anyway, it's okay, so he just sat here and bragged with Jiang Feng and Wang Hao, "You know the spring noodle restaurant that opened at the front door before?"

"I know." The two said in unison.

"It was opened by my apprentice. That kid is not like me. He has a big heart. He ran to the city center to open a bigger noodle restaurant after making some money. Last month, he told me that he plans to open a branch next year." Master Huang Start bragging.

"Do you still have apprentices?" Wang Hao cheered.

"Of course there are apprentices. The old Fang on the opposite side also has apprentices. Aren't their sons and daughters their apprentices? I am my daughter who doesn't want to learn the skill of stretching noodles, but it is really hard for girls to learn this. Being an ordinary office worker It's pretty good too." Master Huang said.

"I think so. This ramen looks like hard work." Even if Wang Hao couldn't tell the difference between ramen and stretched noodles, he could still chat with Master Huang non-stop.

While eating the noodles absently, Jiang Feng was thinking about how to introduce the topic and ask Master Huang to teach him how to stretch the noodles.

It would be even better for Master Huang to have taken apprentices. Only those who have taken apprentices can teach talents. For details of the gap, please refer to the third grandfather and the old man. The difference in their cooking skills is not that great, but The level of religious disciples is absolutely different, and teaching a son is different from teaching an apprentice after all.

The son can fight as he likes. If he doesn’t learn it, it must be the son’s problem, not the father’s problem. The apprentice has to think about it before beating him. If he doesn’t learn it, the master may reflect on whether there is something wrong with his teaching method.

Seeing that Wang Hao and Master Huang's conversation became more and more deviant, from stretched noodles to anti-Japanese war drama, Jiang Feng bumped Wang Hao's arm with his elbow and said, "Haozi, your two cages of shrimp dumplings should be ready, right? "

"Yes, yes, there are also shrimp dumplings. I almost forgot, I paid for it!" Wang Hao woke up like a dream, and quickly got up and opened the door and went to the opposite side to get shrimp dumplings.

Jiang Feng felt it was time.

"Master Huang." Jiang Feng said, "I just happened to be learning how to make fried noodles with my third grandfather recently. He said that I can knead the noodles, but I can't get the point of stretching the noodles. Can you teach me so that I can be preconceived anyway? a door?"

"No idea?" Master Huang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "If I remember correctly, you haven't learned pastry before, right? You just want to learn how to get started, and you are quite ambitious."

"It's easy to get started. Do you have classes these two days? If you don't have classes, you can stay in my shop and watch how I make noodles. You watch it for two days, and then try it yourself. If there is anything wrong, I will point it out to you." Come, you will be able to get started soon." Master Huang immediately agreed.

"Thank you, Master Huang, I'm really sorry for your trouble." Jiang Feng smiled.

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