Gourmet Food Supplier

When Yuan Zhou washed up and went downstairs, his hair was still wet. It had only been 10 minutes.

He was wearing a modified linen-colored short-sleeved Han Chinese traditional clothing. His black hair was slightly damp, but it was short and stood up. He looked very energetic.

"We'll eat noodles tonight. Then, I'll make a simple noodle soup for broth and rice. " Yuan Zhou took out the dried noodles that he usually prepared and directly started to cook them in the pot.

As dogs couldn't eat hot food, Yuan Zhou quickly boiled it and then chilled the bottom of the big bowl with ice water in order to cool it down as soon as possible.

"Wait for ten minutes." Yuan Zhou set the bowls down and then opened the partition to open the door.

He opened the front door for Wu Hai to come in conveniently. He couldn't possibly let Wu Hai pass through the kitchen from the back door and then walk to the front hall to eat.

The cold water soon lowered the temperature of the soup noodles. Yuan Zhou carried the bowl of soup noodles that was still warm and opened the Sergestes wall landscape door and went to the courtyard of the pub.

He first put the bowl on the stone table at the side and then opened the back door to let the broth and the rice in.

That's right. Since they were making noodles today, the two of them could only come in to eat. However, it was fine if they were not open for business today.

After evenly distributing them in their own bowls, Yuan Zhou said,""Take your time. I'm going to make my own dinner."

"Woof!" Rice lowered his head and ate very excitedly. He only whimpered once in his free time as a reply.

As for broth, it was much simpler. It didn't even raise its head and just ate happily.

"Broth, you should learn from your wife." Yuan Zhou couldn't help saying.

Not until Yuan Zhou said that did broth raise its head and take a look at Yuan Zhou. Then, it lowered its head and continued eating.

"You're good. You guys eat. " Yuan Zhou burst into laughter and then turned around and left.

"I'll still have some noodles with scallion oil for dinner. I suddenly feel like eating it. " 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 the noodles with scallion oil.

"The scallion oil has just been boiled. Just make some noodles and cook it." Thinking of the taste of the noodles with scallion oil, Yuan Zhou couldn't help but speed up his pace.

Some things couldn't be eaten fresh. For example, persimmons needed to be covered to be cooked before they were delicious, and so was the onion oil. Although the smell of the freshly boiled onion oil was very fragrant, it was a little worse when mixed with noodles.

If it could be kept for a week, the fragrance would be more mature in the sealed bottle, and the fragrance would completely penetrate into every drop of oil. When it was opened, it would not smell as good, but when the noodles were mixed, one would find that the noodles were even more fragrant.

There were many kinds of onion oil mixed noodles. In general, this was the signature dish of Shanghai. However, what Yuan Zhou was going to cook was not so authentic. He was going to cook the home-made onion oil mixed noodles.

As for the so-called homely version, Yuan Zhou intended to play it freely this time.

That's right, play as you wish.

The traditional noodles with scallion oil in Shanghai used fine noodles. However, Yuan Zhou prepared to make hand-rolled noodles on the spot, which would be a little thicker than that.

Yuan Zhou scooped out the flour. The process in the early stage was similar to that of the clear broth noodle soup. When it came to cutting the dough, Yuan Zhou cut the noodles into a pile and then sprinkled the dry powder on them and kneaded them into a pile.

Until the noodles became a round strip of the same size and thickness.

After the noodles were done, Yuan Zhou began to boil the water and prepared to cook the noodles. It was only five minutes away from 7:00.

The pot of water that had cooked Tommy's noodles? Naturally, he would feed them together.

As the noodles were only enough for two people, Yuan Zhou didn't put much water in the pot. When Wu Hai entered the restaurant, the water was just boiling.

"Looks like I've come at the right time," Wu Hai watched Yuan Zhou put the thin noodles into the pot and then went to sit in the middle of the curved long table happily.

Yuan Zhou just nodded his head and then began to stir the tendrils in the soup with the chopsticks before cooking the noodles seriously.

Because the noodles were cut very thin, after cooking for about a minute, the noodles began to float up and down. The flour on the noodles slowly emerged from the water, and white foam floated up.

At that time, Yuan Zhou quickly took out two plates and placed them on both sides. Once the plates and bowls were placed, Yuan Zhou didn't stop moving his hands. He scooped up a bowl of noodles with his chopsticks and then directly lifted the pot and put it into the two plates at the same time.

Yuan Zhou had long been very familiar with the skill of shooting left and right.

Nevertheless, Wu Hai at the side immediately said,""I'll eat more. I'm very hungry, very hungry. I can even eat a whole goat. "

"It's the same. " Yuan Zhou carried up the plates and bowls that had just been filled and then turned around to put them on the kitchen counter in front of him.

"Well, compass, why are you always so fair? sometimes you can't be so rigid." Wu Hai sighed.

"Then you'll eat less and I'll eat more?" While saying that, Yuan Zhou was about to take the noodles out of Wu Hai's bowl.

"No need. It's better to be the same. It's better to have principles." Wu Hai immediately refused him seriously.

"Yeah, I think so too." Having been acknowledged by others, Yuan Zhou started to mix the noodles happily.

The boiled scallion oil was kept in a transparent glass jar and sealed well.

The scallion oil was made from large scallions, small scallions, green onions, small star anise, a small amount of cinnamon, and fragrant leaves. In the clear amber-colored scallion oil, there were pieces of yellow-brown things that looked like crispy meat.

According to their different tastes, Yuan Zhou added different amounts of scallion oil and then added two drops of autumn oil on the noodles. After that, he dried the noodles with water vapor and cut them into green pieces.

The thin, white, and tender noodles were drizzled with amber-colored scallion oil. The dark autumn oil seeped into the noodles, and the Emerald green onion fell on the White noodles.

The originally cool amber-colored scallion oil was forced by the heat of the noodles, instantly stimulating a rich fragrance. It was mixed with the natural sauce fragrance of the autumn oil. The noodles had not even started to be mixed, but it already made people drool.

Wu Hai didn't ask why the clear broth noodle soup had turned into noodles with scallion oil. He just watched Yuan Zhou pick up the chopsticks and start to mix the noodles with his burning eyes.

Similarly, he started to stir the noodles with his left and right hands at the same time. Yuan Zhou stirred the noodles very quickly and shook them slightly, so that the scallion oil could be evenly wrapped on the noodles. Even the green scallions were slightly stained on the noodles that had already turned into the color of sauce.

"Noodles with scallion oil, dinner." After Yuan Zhou mixed the noodles well, he directly handed it to Wu Hai along with the chopsticks he had used earlier.

"It smells good, but there's too little. I'll definitely wake up in the middle of the night." Wu Hai received the noodles impatiently and then said.

"You should sleep early, you won 't." Yuan Zhou took off his face mask and said.

"Oh." With the noodles in his mouth, Wu Hai nodded his head vaguely.

"There's broth here. " Looking at Wu Hai's manner, Yuan Zhou turned around, scooped another bowl of broth and placed it in front of Wu Hai.

"Ha." Wu Hai swallowed the noodles in his mouth and then immediately drank a mouthful of the broth. He stroked his small mustaches and revealed a blissful manner.

As there were only two people eating and each of them had a bowl, Wu Hai's eating speed became normal and he even started talking.

"I thank myself for letting me eat such delicious food every day." Wu Hai sighed and said.

"You're thanking yourself?" Yuan Zhou felt that Wu Hai must have a problem with his ability to express himself. He should be the one thanking him for the delicious food.

"Thank you for having the foresight to move the art studio here. Thank you for finding this place with my sharp eyes." Wu Hai nodded his head and said matter-of-factly.

"There's nothing wrong with what you said, but if I think about it carefully, I feel that something is wrong!" Yuan Zhou didn't answer him, but thought in the heart.

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