Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 279

The wind was so dry and cold that it was so cold that the snow didn't fall much.

Gu Xiang looked at the crowds of pedestrians on the official road, then at the bustling vendors, and then at the few ingredients left in his car.

At this time, there was a small stove on the side of the road with soup on it.

A few helpers quickly set up the chopping board, arranged the props and a seasoning box, and busily took out the remaining meat and vegetables and washed them clean.

The old dog and the soldiers over there all guessed that Gu Xiang was about to start rolling out the noodles. In fact, she was not in a hurry at all. She would make the noodles first, and what she had to do now was Lu'er.

If you want to make noodles delicious, you must first have a good soup, and second, you must have a good stew. If these two tastes are not good, no matter how delicate the noodles are, no matter how much effort is spent on them, it will not help.

"Hey, there are still winter bamboo shoots?"

Gu Xiang was a little surprised.

A few days ago, for some reason, she suddenly remembered that when she was in the Yongyi Army, Li Changsui loved to eat bamboo shoots the most. He liked stir-frying, and he also loved stewing soup. Once, she took the old dog to a villager's house to buy a lot of dried bamboo shoots. , went back to marinate a few jars, and Li Chang happened to be with him when he tasted it. He ate this dried bamboo shoots for a meal, and he ate five bowls of porridge and eleven cakes.

Even Gu Xiang was so frightened that he didn't dare to give him dried bamboo shoots anymore. From now on, whenever Li Chang came with him, he would only serve a small plate of dried bamboo shoots.

Now that Li Chang was in the enemy camp with him, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, Gu Xiang thought about it, and subconsciously asked Qiu Li, the little housekeeper, if there were any fresh winter bamboo shoots in her ingredients.

Dried bamboo shoots have a good taste of dried bamboo shoots.

But the fresh winter bamboo shoots are fresh and tender, but it is a good taste that cannot be tasted in other seasons.

Qiuli took the cherries and went through the list for a long time, but there was not a single bamboo shoot left, so it was all in vain.

On the way, I passed some bamboo forests, but I didn't see any good quality winter bamboo shoots.

At this time, the half-processed, white, plump and round winter bamboo shoots were lying in the bamboo baskets. The sharp winter bamboo shoots in more than a dozen baskets were as shiny as white jade. Gu Xiang was a little bit reluctant to pinch their tender little bamboo shoots tip.

Gu Xiang took a deep breath, her mouth filled with the fragrance of bamboo shoots, she was silent for a while, and finally made a move.

Slice the bamboo shoots into thin slices, blanch them in salt water for a while, then cut up the garlic, grabbed a handful of small shrimps as thick as your thumb, threw them on the chopping board, peeled and removed the shrimp threads, and smashed them into pieces. Stir-fry the garlic and shrimp together.

During the tumbling, the minced shrimp meat was dyed pink and tender red in the strong flames, and the aroma exploded almost instantly. If the aroma of the broth just now was a simple and elegant orchid, the aroma bursting out at this time is as magnificent as a peony!
Pedestrians passing by Zuojin instantly felt that the legs and feet had developed their own minds and were completely uncontrollable, walking towards Gu Xiang in a hurry.

"Little lady, are you soup noodles? How do you sell them?"

"Soup noodles, pork noodles, simmered noodles, and mixed noodles. Vegetarian ones cost ten yuan a bowl, half meat and half vegetarian ones seven yuan a bowl, and meat ones six yuan a bowl."

The vegetarian ones are more expensive than the meat ones.

Pedestrians and business travelers passing by did not find it surprising. At this time, the twelfth lunar month has just passed and spring has not yet arrived. The green leafy vegetables in Bianjing are now so expensive that ordinary people dare not even smell the taste. Naturally, vegetables and noodles sold outside are more expensive.

Gu Xiang picked a large piece of half-fat and half-lean pork, cut it into large slices as thin as a cicada's wing, and fried it in a wok until it was browned. The meat slices were taken out, and the oil residue was also collected for seasoning.

The billowing aroma scattered in all directions, and the pedestrians were drooling for a moment. Gu Xiang calculated the time, and the noodles were prepared for more than a quarter of an hour.

She only mixed a small bowl of noodles, and the dough she dug out was only the size of a palm belly, but as soon as the dough was in Gu Xiang's hands, the people around couldn't help but hold their breath.

The dough seemed to be alive, dancing lightly between her fingers, almost like a magic trick, the round and plump dough turned into snow-green silk and scattered on the chopping board in a short while, under the sunlight, every strand The noodles are smooth and soft as if shining.

"Cuckoo."

An old woman with her granddaughter on the side of the road tightened her backpack, looked at the little granddaughter who was pressing her growling stomach, and turned back step by step, finally couldn't hold back, sighed, walked over with a straight face, and coughed lightly "Dare to ask, this noodle... how much does it cost if you only eat noodles without meat?"

Pedestrians passing by looked sideways.

Gu Xiang's eyebrows and eyes were curved, and his face was calm and breezy, and he didn't even look at him, as if this request was nothing more than normal.

"The big bowl has three noodles, and the small bowl has two noodles. Do you want the big bowl or the small bowl?"

While talking, Gu Xiang didn't urge him, instead, he took out a gray apron while the noodles were cooking, Guan Zhao Susu asked for pen and ink, and wrote "Gu Ji Luojiao Noodles" on it.

He also drew various noodles on it, with the price directly marked on it, and hung it directly on the car behind him.

"There seems to be something missing."

Gu Xiang blinked, then called Zhao Susu and Xiao Lingyun over to help draw some guests on the flag.

The three of them have different painting methods, but she painted finely, including the old woman and her granddaughter's hair, demeanor and clothes.

Zhao Susu's strokes summed up the pedestrians in the distance.

Xiao Lingyun is the orthodox painting method that is popular at the moment.

"Not bad."

At this time, an ox cart gradually came to the side of the road, and a white-haired old man was sitting in the ox cart, and the old man also followed the scent.

He is not that greedy on weekdays, he only came all the way from the south of the Yangtze River, and he can't eat any good food on the way. His son is a bad doctor, and he said that he can't eat this or that. The chicken, duck and fish meat can only be watched eagerly, and he is not allowed to taste it. This time he can't care about it, it can't be said that he doesn't even give him a mouthful of noodles.

As soon as the old man got closer, he looked up and saw three female dolls drawing on the signboard on the car, and he smiled when he saw it: "The drawing is really good."

"Not bad? Our Zhao'er's drawing was better than theirs when he was eight years old."

The old man's son, who is also an old man, chased after him, and rolled his eyes when he heard this.

The old man snorted: "Your son's paintings are good, but good paintings are useless? Look at thirty, let alone great-grandsons, great-granddaughters, he hasn't even fooled a wife... Forget it, I want Eat noodle."

Throwing away his son, he walked all the way to Gu Xiang's food stall, just in time to see Gu Xiang go down with his chopsticks, and the golden silk noodles were delivered to an old woman and a young girl who was about [-] years old like a waterfall, and served them again. A bowl of soup.

The little girl bit down, and the smooth noodles broke between her teeth. The mouthful was full of fragrance, and the strength was unbelievable. She immediately buried her head in the bowl, and ate it in big mouthfuls. The old woman's face was full of wrinkles. .

The old man swallowed his saliva, and his eyes were a little red with greed for a moment.

His son had just bought two bowls of noodles and put them on the table. When he saw this sobriety, he was startled: "Father, what are you doing? You still don't eat enough delicacies from mountains and seas? Just a bowl of noodles, what does it look like—hmm .”

He doesn't know whether the noodles are good or not, but the crispy fried winter bamboo shoots are delicious!

(End of this chapter)