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The soba noodles were originally a type of hew noodles. Normally, it had to be pressed by a machine, which was the key point. Actually, it was also because the soba noodles weren't sticky and ductile enough, unlike the noodles made with flour. However, Yuan Zhou didn't use this method when he made the cold noodles. He still chose to make them by hand.

Because there was no machine used, the length of the noodles was not quite the same as ordinary noodles. It seemed to be only as long as ordinary hanging noodles, and it did not look like it had been stretched and broken. It was especially as if it had only been pulled that long. The key was that it was thin.

Because Yin Nan didn't know how to cook, she didn't notice these details. She was only immersed in the delicious taste of the noodles and the side dishes. She ate the noodles with her chopsticks, occasionally drinking a mouthful of cold soup, and then eating a piece of beef. She felt like she didn't want to do it anymore.

"Xilihulu"

Looking at the rough man who looked like a little fairy when he ate, holding the bowl that was bigger than her face, Yin Nan lifted it as if it was light. She finished the noodles very easily in a short while. Not only the noodles, but the soup of the side dishes were all finished. Even the sesame seeds in the bowl had been licked clean. Thus, the big bowl that was originally light green in color immediately became clean again, and there was no need to wash it.

The cold noodles didn't have any heat, but it didn't make the stomach feel cold. On the contrary, it seemed to be more energetic because of the food intake.

He was also constantly hinting to Yin Nan, roughly saying,'I'm already prepared to accept more food, and I can eat to my heart's content.'

It was under such circumstances that mi Chang came up.

Different from the silence of the cold noodles just now, the rice sausage attracted Yin Nan's attention with its unique smell as soon as it appeared.

These rice sausages were made by Yuan Zhou on the spot this morning. They were absolutely fresh. As the rice and glutinous rice were not the only ingredients in the rice sausage, there was also pig blood and some vegetables unique to the border. Therefore, the taste appeared to be more complicated.

There was the fragrance of rice, the glutinous rice, the slightly fishy smell of pig's blood, the delicate fragrance of vegetables, and a rich and smooth taste unique to oil.

The rice sausage was different from the ordinary sausages. When it was cut, one didn't pay much attention to its thinness. After all, there was rice in it. Therefore, it was usually as thick as a finger. However, Yuan Zhou had cut it to the thickness of a pinky finger, which was considered extremely thin.

However, the size, shape, and thickness of each piece were completely the same, which was very comfortable to look at. Because the pig's blood was mixed in, the rice sausage also showed a dark red color. It was arranged in the shape of a fan, and when spread out, it really looked like an open fan.

Yin Nan couldn't wait to pick up a piece of rice sausage with her chopsticks and put it into her mouth. The slightly hot temperature instantly made her mouth, which had just enjoyed the cold noodles, enter a state. The soft and sticky texture mixed with the grains of vegetables and the pig's blood that would melt with a sip. At the end of the meal, there was a faint trace of sweetness, and it was especially delicious.

"Although it's different from mom's rice sausage, it's really delicious. I feel like I've always eaten casually. This is the taste of a real rice sausage. But mom's rice sausage is not bad either."

While eating, Yin Nan couldn't help comparing the rice sausage made by Yuan Zhou with the rice sausage made by her mother since she was young. Naturally, the taste was definitely incomparable. However, in her opinion, both of them were equally delicious. They just had different orders. If she had to choose one, she would definitely want both. Only children made the choice.

If one ate ordinary rice sausages empty-handed, they wouldn't feel anything at first, but after eating a few more pieces, they would feel that the taste was a little heavy, especially if the taste was a little lighter. For example, the rice sausage made by her mother would have such a problem. Therefore, Yin Nan liked the rice sausage with millet congee the most. It was a perfect match.

However, the rice sausage made by Yuan Zhou was different. She ate more than ten pieces in one go, but Yin Nan didn't feel dry in the mouth or salty. On the contrary, the taste of the first piece followed the taste of the second piece. It had never changed at all. Every piece had just the right amount of saltiness.

After she finished the plate of rice sausage, Yin Nan licked her lips. She didn't expect that she would finish it in one go. This was the first time she had eaten a plate without eating, and it could be considered a novel experience.

"This rice sausage is just right for my taste. Even the sausage casing is a little tough and complements the fine grains of rice. It's really delicious." Yin Nan mumbled.

She touched her stomach that didn't feel much. Yin Nan felt that she needed to study harder. This way, she could change jobs faster, save more money, and eat more food. This way, she might be able to eat four or five dishes next time.

"People need to have dreams."

Yin Nan clenched her small fists and felt that her entire body was filled with energy. For the sake of delicious food, she could work hard!

Just as Yin Nan was encouraging herself, the last dish was served.

As the soup that was the most frequently featured in the North Korea Culture, this was also a way to measure whether a Korean girl was good or bad. It could also be said that whether a girl's mind and hands were dexterous depended on whether she could make a delicious sauce.

It could be seen that the daily Chinese jam occupied a very important position in the Korean community.

The full name of the soybean paste soup was soybean paste soup, or bean paste wood. There was a rich variety of dishes, including cabbage, autumn cabbage, Daxing's vegetables, seaweed, and so on. The most unique feature was probably that it replaced salt with soybean paste.

Moreover, the soybean paste soup could be divided into two types: meat and vegetables. Some were only vegetables, such as cabbage and tofu, while others could be mixed with seafood or meat.

Of course, the majority of the people in the North Korea region made their bean paste soup with vegetables. Simply put, it was a dish that could be eaten after boiling the vegetables in water. However, it was a dish that they couldn't lack.

This dish was really very simple. As long as there was a special sauce made by the Korean-Chinese race, it would be fine. If it wasn't for the fact that Yin Nan lived in the dormitory to save money, she could eat it every day.

Occasionally, she would still use the electric cup to cook a pot of soup to satisfy her craving. It was simply delicious when paired with the big sauce that her mother had sent over. Her dormitory friends all liked the big sauce soup she made. When they got a bowl of rice in the canteen, it was definitely a good food.

Only when Yuan Zhou's soybean paste soup was served did Yin Nan realize that what she usually made was really a rough imitation. It was because such a homely soybean paste soup was forcibly raised by several levels by Yuan Zhou. Just by looking at her appearance, Yin Nan felt that she had probably never eaten this dish before.

The White jade-like tofu, the beef slices that were rolled into beautiful arcs, the Golden mushrooms that were of the same thickness and fat, the beautiful diamond-shaped cabbage slices, and the beautiful chili peppers. Together with the milky yellow soup, it could be regarded as a painting.

It was steaming slightly. Yin Nan subconsciously blew on it before using her chopsticks to pick up a piece of tofu and put it in her mouth. The hot temperature made her unable to help but hiss. Then, the tofu melted and was stained with the thick soup. The originally bland tofu began to become thick and colorful.

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