I rely on culinary skills to cry in the world of comprehension

Chapter 57: Of course I think it’s ok (Smooth and smooth longevity noodles)
Why is it that they are both disciples of Wan Jianzong, they can enjoy themselves happily, but he has to suffer endless pain, disaster, and inhuman torture...

He was unwilling.

He hates it.

Chen Fang clenched his fists tightly, his nails dug into the heart of his flesh, blood oozed slightly, and the veins on his arms burst out...

"Seventh Junior Brother?"

A gentle female voice interrupted his thoughts.

Chen Fang's heart missed a beat, thinking he had been discovered, he quickly adjusted his expression, hid his palms behind his back, and smiled cutely, "What's the matter?"

Yan He smiled, and reached out to pat his head, "Seventh Junior Brother, today is your home game, tell Third Senior Sister what you want to eat, Third Senior Sister will try her best to satisfy you, and I will cook for you..."

Chen Fang blinked, and subconsciously muttered to himself, "A bowl of longevity noodles..."

His thoughts quickly turned, and he went back to that night a few years ago... It was his birthday, and when he was an adult, no one knew that it was his birthday, and he didn't even eat a bowl of longevity noodles , he has been thinking about this bowl of longevity noodles for a long time, so that he hopes to get a bowl of longevity noodles every year on his birthday, and then almost every year...

But now he doesn't desire to have it anymore, but why do these three words pop out of his mouth subconsciously...

"Ah?" Yan He looked a little surprised.

Chen Fang laughed at himself, couldn't even meet this small request?As expected of the arrogant and domineering Third Senior Sister, he thought she had really changed...

"Seventh Junior Brother, today is your birthday?!" Yan He raised his voice slightly.

Gu Chen:? !

Nan He:? !

Mo Fei:? !

Shangguan Lian'er:? !

Feeling that all eyes were on him again, Chen Fang felt a little embarrassed again, his ears were slightly red, he waved his hands again and again, and his tone was a little stuttering, "No... no, today is not my birthday, I just want to eat a meal. Just a bowl of longevity noodles..."

"Harm..." Yan He put his hands on his shoulders, "Even if today is not your birthday, I will make you a bowl of longevity noodles, let alone longevity noodles, even delicacies from mountains and seas. There is a door, don’t you think so?”

Gu Chen's face was troubled. Can the third junior sister stop mentioning delicacies from mountains and seas, and longevity noodles? Now, just thinking of the names of these foods makes him want to vomit... vomit...

Nan He nodded for the first time, "Yes, as long as our sect has something, you can do it for the seventh junior sister, regardless of whether the ingredients are precious or not. The important thing is to clean up the dust for the seventh junior brother."

Su Changqing scratched her head and said with a smile, "Of course I think it's possible."

Mo Fei saw that the second senior brother nodded, and the fourth senior brother also agreed, and immediately said in a dog-legged way, "I agree, I agree."

Shangguan Lian'er naturally had no objection, she nodded with a smile.

Yan He smiled generously, "You see, they all agreed, so Brother Seven, tell Third Senior Sister what delicacies you want to eat, and Third Senior Sister will make it for you..."

Chen Fang was weird in his heart, maybe all of this group of people were taken away, right?
He shook his head and said softly, "Senior brothers and sisters, I don't want to eat any delicacies, I just want to eat a simple bowl of longevity noodles, is that okay?"

After eating this bowl of longevity noodles, does it mean that he has accepted their compensation and made up for the pain in his heart?
Yan He's heart tightened when he heard his delicate tone, and distressed expression appeared on his face, my dear, what kind of treatment did he receive before...

Haven't even had a bowl of simple longevity noodles?
wait.

She is going to research for you the most delicious and explosive longevity noodles.

……

In the kitchenette.

Yan He prepared a basin, poured flour into the basin, added a spoonful of salt, added water while stirring, and stirred it into a coarse floc without dry flour with chopsticks.

Yan He skillfully kneaded the dough into a smooth dough, brushed a thin layer of cooking oil on the surface, covered it with plastic wrap and let it stand for half an hour.

She rubs a little cooking oil on the chopping board and rolling pin, then rolls the rested dough into a circle, cuts out the middle and rolls it into long strips, brushes a little less oil on the chopping board, kneads the noodles into long strips, and repeats while pulling. After cooking several times, pour some oil into the basin and put the noodles in it.

Yan He's little trick: To prevent sticking, sandwich the oil between two noodles.

She brushed another layer of oil on it, covered it with plastic wrap, and let it rest for another half an hour.

Half an hour later, Yan He boiled the water in the pot until it was slightly boiled, and pulled it down while pulling it down. After putting it in the pot, she shook it again and boiled it for a quarter of an hour.

Taking advantage of this time, Yan He came to make the seasoning. She prepared a small bowl, added salt, monosodium glutamate, light soy sauce and a little pepper, put some chopped green onion, poured the soup, and scooped up the cooked noodles and put it in a bowl.

Yan He boiled two eggs in the pot without any distress, sliced ​​the carrots, and carefully engraved the four words "Happy Birthday". It was almost finished before Yan He slapped his head... Oops, she This damn subconscious...

Today is not Seventh Junior Brother's birthday, why would she engrave this for him?
So Yan He secretly threw away the word "Birthday" and engraved the word "Daily".

She took the two hard-boiled eggs out of the pot, peeled them carefully, divided the egg whites into two halves, and then carved them into V-shaped one by one with a knife, with two sesame seeds as eyes, and the leftovers Carrot slices for mouth.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang—the shell of such a lifelike little egg cub has been broken!

Yan He added shrimp, a few mushrooms, and went to the vegetable garden to pick a few slices of green vegetables, and carefully arranged them on the plate.

You're done!

……

When a bowl of steaming longevity noodles was placed in front of Chen Fang, Chen Fang couldn't believe it.

What he has dreamed of for several years is now at his fingertips...

He swallowed his saliva, staring fixedly at the bowl of brightly colored longevity noodles, but he didn't finish his mouth.

Yan He tilted his head and looked at him, "The culinary skills are poor, don't be disgusted..."

Yan He looked calm on the surface, but he was extremely excited inside, Seventh Junior Brother, eat, why don't you eat?
Under Yan He's watchful eyes, Chen Fang did a lot of psychological construction, and finally moved his chopsticks.

Eat it in one gulp.

A layer of oil slick can't stop the orange soup, the texture is thin, and the fresh and tender shrimp meat is carved out, which is white and round, and can't hide the slipperiness of the noodles. The noodles are soft and glutinous, and the green vegetables are slippery, like countless smooth loaches swimming around On his rough tongue, the shiitake mushrooms are like burnt yellow rice cakes, waxy and soft, and the eggs are like round belly, tender or springy. A wisp of dry pungentness emerges, and after the tendons, there is a kind of wet sticky tooth, soft but not slippery, soft but not collapsed, the shrimp meat is tender and slightly crisp, and the freshness reveals a hazy strength, plump The shrimp meat slides down the stomach along the clear lines, tons of happiness, along the plump cheekbones, straight to the head...

Chen Fang couldn't help trembling slightly, let out a masculine roar, "Ah!"

Yan He:? ? ?
Boy, what are you doing?
Maybe it's about to change...

She is timid, don't scare her.

(End of this chapter)