The journey of giving birth to a son

Chapter 20 Malatang and Chicken Noodle Soup

"Dad, do you think the Malatang I made is delicious?"

"It's delicious, but it's too spicy, and it's full of vegetables. I feel like I'm not full!" Jiang Kejian said honestly.

"Then just wait!" Jiang Shiyi walked into the kitchen, pulled out a piece of dough, and pulled it back and forth until it turned into thin and long noodles. He put the noodles into the pot and cooked them, poured in chicken soup, and put them in. Serve vegetables and fish balls and turn into fish balls, tofu and vegetables noodles.

"Dad, eat this and see." Jiang Kejian picked a chopstick of noodles and put it into his mouth. The noodles were very smooth and the soup base was delicious.

"Not bad, not bad..." Jiang Kejian couldn't help but nodded.

"Mom, do you want some noodles?"

Shen Yunniang shook her head. She thought she could just eat these dishes, "I can't afford the noodles you cooked! I wonder what tricks you are trying to play?"

"Sister, let's sell this spicy hotpot and noodles next, okay?"

"You are such a little money addict!" Jiang Shiyi scratched Jiang Hui's nose. Jiang Hui was very proud. During this time, he had also saved some personal money.

After Jiang Kejian finished eating the noodles, Jiang Shiyi took out a drawing and gave it to him.

Shen Yunniang laughed, "I told you! Your daughter's face will not be eaten in vain."

Shen Yunniang went to wash the dishes. Jiang Shiyi carefully explained to Jiang Kejian the structure of the two stoves on his head. One is used to cook noodles and the other is used to heat soup. It is just right. Several large colanders should be prepared for cooking. This way you can cook more dishes at once.

"I'll take it to the blacksmith's shop for you and see if it can be done."

"Thank you, Dad, you are so kind!" Jiang Shiyi shook Jiang Kejian's arm.

A few days later, the two stoves Jiang Shiyi ordered were sent back. Jiang Shiyi really wanted to thank him. I don’t know which senior who traveled through time invented the bellows, which was even more convenient.

On the morning of early autumn, there was a bit of biting chill, and the mist enveloped the entire capital like a veil. The sky was bright, and the sleeping people got up one after another to start a new day's work.

People were coming and going in front of meat shops, rice shops, fish shops, restaurants, teahouses, and medicine shops. The masters who drove the carriages were running through the streets with their cars jingling, and among them were officials going to court, scholars studying, and errands. Small officials...porters, brick and tile workers, and guys carrying work gathered in twos and threes at the end of the bridge, chatting happily and waiting for customers.

The sound of horse hooves, shouting, chopping meat, the clanking of teacups, and the sound of women scolding their children could be heard all the time.

The whole city comes alive...

Manager Chen also got up early and went out. At the entrance of the alley, there were familiar faces that he saw every day.

The mother-in-law who sells rice dumplings, the little girl who sells flower cakes, the aunt who sells sesame seed cakes, the old man who sells bean juice and fried dough balls... They greet each other and perform a vivid picture of life.

Manager Chen looked towards the door of his house. The girl from the Jiang family had set up a stall so early today, and the stall was crowded with people.

Manager Chen squeezed in. There were two large stoves in front of the stall. The shape of the stove was very strange. It was in the shape of a barrel and stood there solidly. If you look closely, you can see that there are two iron doors on the stove. There is a door handle on top, the fire inside is burning brightly, and the two large pots on top are bubbling.

"I want more chili!"

"Put me more vegetables!" People were shouting. There were many shiny pieces of dough neatly arranged on the large and spacious chopping board next to it, like neatly arranged soldiers. Jiang Shiyi pulled a piece of dough at will, and pulled it back and forth in his hand seemingly carelessly, and the soft dough turned into A big handful of noodles. She shook on the chopping board, and none of the thin noodles was broken, like a well-trained dancer twisting her graceful figure in mid-air.

People opened their mouths wide and let out an exclamation.

Most of the noodles on the market are hand-rolled or knife-cut, and there are not many ramen noodles, so people are very curious about them.

Jiang Shiyi threw the pulled noodles into the colander in the pot, and then stirred them with a long bamboo chopstick to prevent the noodles from sticking.

There were many people eating noodles around, and there were often four or five portions cooked in a large pot at the same time. The large colander hanging on the side of the pot worked, but surprisingly, she didn't get confused at all!

The noodles are very thin and do not need to be cooked for too long in order to maintain a strong texture.

She used long chopsticks to stir it in the colander a few times and then removed it from the pot.

Jiang Hui had set up the bowls early. The big bowls were laid out in rows. Pour chicken soup into them, put in the seasonings, put the cooked noodles in the bowl, put a few fish balls, tofu, and a few green vegetables. .

The noodle soup is a light yellow and bright chicken soup, with small clumps of golden oil floating on it. The natural wheat-colored noodles lie quietly in it. Just looking at it will greatly increase your appetite.

The person holding the noodles couldn't wait to take a sip of the soup first. He suddenly felt that his stomach was very full after being empty all night. He took a bite of the noodles and it was so delicious...

There was no room left at the table, so a few people squatted on the ground and ate in a hurry.

Agent Chen is a freelancer. He stood aside and watched as the noodle eaters left one after another... Agent Chen looked at the wooden basins one after another on the table, including black fungus, green rapeseed, and cut... Thin potato slices, white fish balls and tofu, and this fried golden...

"what is this?"

"This is fried egg." Jiang Shiyi explained.

"Then give me a bowl of this spicy hotpot!"

Manager Chen watched the girl put the vegetables into the large colander in order, cook them in the pot, take them out, and put them into a bowl.

The spicy hotpot is sprinkled with white sesame seeds and coriander leaves, and the spicy aroma hits your nostrils.

Manager Chen couldn't wait to take a bite. Malatang alone was definitely not enough. There happened to be an aunt selling sesame cakes next to him. Jiang Shiyi bought a sesame cake and cut it into pieces and handed it to him. Manager Chen put the sesame cakes into the soup. The sesame cakes soaked in the soup slowly and became soft and mushy. They were also very spicy and satisfying.

Manager Chen sighed with satisfaction, "Not bad!" He threw eight coins into the wooden box and went to work happily.

One advantage of making spicy hotpot and chicken noodle soup is that she can stay at the stall all day long, thus doubling her income compared to selling cold food before.

Jiang Shiyi didn't want to let herself be idle like this, so she introduced several kinds of noodles, including hand-rolled noodles, knife-cut noodles, and steamed noodles. But this made Shen Yunniang miserable. She got up every morning to knead the noodles for her, roll out the noodles, and put them away. Put them in baskets so they can be sold faster.

Shen Yunniang's dough is very hard and does not stick at all when rolled out. It is very laborious to roll out the dough. Shen Yuniang is so exhausted that she is sweating profusely every time she rolls out a piece of dough.

Jiang Shiyi felt very distressed when he saw it. It would be great if there were noodle presses in ancient times.

(End of this chapter)