Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 21 Pickled Vegetable Pork Noodles

With HuaTou, Miao Yinyin seemed to have opened up a chat box.

Her family situation is not bad either. Her father is the deputy director of the local machinery factory, and her mother is the women's director of the subdistrict office. She has an older sister and a younger brother. Since her father's old enemy is keeping a close eye on her, she has no choice but to go to the countryside. came here.

They talked about Dong'an chicken, stir-fried pork with chili peppers, the famous stinky tofu, and fish head with chopped peppers. Whether it was snacks or big dishes, they all included it in their topics.

Just as we were chatting, the people next to us felt something was wrong.

Why are their stomachs growling again just after breakfast?

They looked at Su Qingfeng and Miao Yinyin and couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

After a while, they simply joined in the conversation.

"Who said tofu pudding should be eaten sweet?? Can it still be eaten? Of course it should be salty!"

"..."

"I object, rice dumplings dipped in sugar are the best in the world!"

"Nonsense! That's because you've never eaten salted egg yolk pork rice dumplings! You can't understand the moment when the oily egg yolk collides with the fat and thin pork. It's so delicious that you can eat three in a row."

After saying that, the atmosphere became silent for a moment.

Now that they are far away in a foreign land, they may not be able to eat even one rice dumpling, let alone three rice dumplings in one sitting.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little quiet, Su Qingfeng took out a piece of paper and a pencil from his small satchel and handed them to Li Jing beside him.

I just heard him smile and say: "We all come from different places, and it is fate to be together. How about this, let's write down the contact information between ourselves and our families on paper, so that if anything happens in the future, it will be easier to communicate with our families. People connect.”

At first, everyone was hesitant.

But then I thought about it, Su Qingfeng was a chef in a state-owned hotel, so he didn't have to count against them.

Furthermore, everyone is in other places. If something happens to him, wouldn't he be unable to contact his family?
At this time, wouldn't this piece of paper filled with contact information come in handy?

The papers were passed on one after another to the educated youth from the city, those with better conditions, and even from dual-income families.

Judging from the information they wrote, they either worked in textile factories, machinery factories, food factories, or even hot steel factories.

These...are all connections!

When the paper came back to Su Qingfeng's hand, it had already filled one page.

Li Jing looked up and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Doubt suddenly arose in his mind.

Is he an educated youth...or is Su Qingfeng an educated youth?
When they arrived in front of the state-owned hotel, Su Qingfeng said goodbye to the educated youth.

Their appearance was very different from the one they first saw on the bullock cart when they arrived.

All of them had bright smiles and enthusiastic voices.

Even Su Shuisheng, who was sitting in front, couldn't help but look sideways at this scene.

He couldn't help but have an idea.

This old Su family's precious egg... is really different.

……

"Dong dong dong."

Today, Lin Mingliang is still chopping vegetables honestly.

Li Gen was a little out of sorts, looking at Su Qingfeng with hidden eyes many times.

Su Qingfeng chopping vegetables and plunged into a state of selflessness.

Today he is in charge of making noodles with shredded pork and pickled vegetables. The pickled pickled vegetables are pickled by the hotel itself, and the shredded pork is also made of good local pork. The only thing that can be done on it is the "noodles".

Take flour, appropriate amount of salt and water, and knead it into a dough.

During this process, the ratio of noodles to water is close to but not exceeding 2:1, so that the hand-rolled noodles will be soft and chewy.

When the noodles are finished kneading, let them rest for half an hour to relax.Then, sprinkle some dry flour, pull out a piece of dough, roll it into a dough sheet, repeat this many times, and let it overlap in turn, and cut it into pieces according to the noodle recipe and personal habits.

Because the shredded pork and pickled vegetables noodles are soup noodles, Su Qingfeng chose to cut the noodles slightly thinner according to his personal habits.

By the time all these preparations were completed, it was almost time for the state-owned hotel to open.

“A bowl of shredded pork and pickled vegetables noodles!”

"Three taels of food stamps, [-] cents."

The voice from the front came. When Su Qingfeng saw many small bubbles emerging from the bottom of the pot but not completely boiling, he picked up a handful of noodles and shook them into the pot.

Lin Mingliang stood aside and could see clearly.

But it was precisely this that made him a little confused.

"Master Su, the water hasn't boiled yet, why are you making noodles?"

Su Qingfeng stirred the noodles in the pot and said with a smile, "The noodles are coated with dry powder. If the noodles are put into the pot with boiling water and heated too quickly, the noodles will easily become mushy and stick to each other, and the taste will not be the same. Okay."

Lin Mingliang understood.

I just felt that when Su Qingfeng talked about cooking, he looked like a well-educated man.

One look at it makes people admire.

Just when Su Qingfeng finished speaking, Li Gen looked at him again.

Within a moment, a steaming bowl of shredded pork and pickled vegetables noodles was brought out.

The diners outside didn't pay much attention at first. He picked up the chopsticks and ate it. As soon as the noodles entered his mouth, he felt something different.

Huh?
Has the chef at the state-owned restaurant in town changed?

This exchange is really... good!
The diners didn't have time to think about anything else and just started immersing themselves in the noodles.

The noodles are soft, smooth and elastic, which is very different from the sticky and limp noodles in the past.

The pickled vegetables and shredded pork still taste the same as in the memory, and they are just as delicious and delicious. It can be seen that the original old cook also has two brushes in his hands.

But in this way, the new chef's ability is even more revealed.

The diners murmured in their hearts that when their wages are paid next time, they will have to bring their wives and children out to have a meal too.

We can’t afford big fish and meat, but everyone can afford to eat a bowl of noodles once in a while.

It happens to be lunch time now, people are coming and going, and the state-owned restaurant is gradually becoming lively and full of fireworks.

A man walked in at the gate, wearing a black coat with the collar raised high, covering most of his face.

When he came to the counter, his first sentence was, "What did Master Su do today?"

Chen Meilan moved for a moment, a little surprised.

Is Master Xiao Su’s name already so famous?
There are actually people who make a special trip to the store to eat the dishes he cooks.

Chen Meilan was amazed in her heart, but her face still looked calm:
"Shredded Pork Noodles with Pickled Vegetables, three taels of food stamps, sixteen cents."

The man was surprisingly quick to take action.

After he paid, he sat in a small corner of the hotel, his raised collar still covering most of his face, making it difficult to see his true face.

What a weirdo.

Chen Meilan glanced at it and then looked away.

until……

"Pork and Pickled Vegetable Noodles! Whose Pickled Pork and Pickled Vegetable Noodles!"

The man stepped forward and took over a full bowl of shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables. He slowly fiddled with the pickled pickled vegetables floating on the top, then took out a handful of noodles and blew them slowly. He waited until the noodles were half cold before eating them. Put it in your mouth.

The moment he stuffed it into his entrance, his movements froze.

　My dad loves pickles the most~ pickles, pickles, pickles... I eat these three when I have porridge in the south, pickled cucumbers are also delicious!I'm hungry. I'm going to have lunch. Bye~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)