Live broadcast: The leisurely life of a country dad

Zhang Wei put the dustpan on the ground, he carefully looked at the noodle machine in front of him, his curious hand stroked his chin, and his eyes changed from doubt to admiration.

"Brother Chen, you didn't buy this noodle machine, did you? I have never seen such a noodle machine in the market, and you all look like handmade things!" Zhang

Wei's head suddenly lit up, this noodle machine, could it be that Brother Chen Jing made it himself?

He couldn't believe it, so he walked out of the house of the noodle maker and asked Chen Jing.

Zhang Wei kept looking at the location of the kitchen.

Without waiting for Chen Jing to answer, Keke smiled on the side: "

Uncle Zhang Wei has a good eye, the noodle machine is made by my father, and my father has been making this thing for a whole week!" At that time, he and Uncle Zhang Wei had the same mind, and he had never seen his father make a noodle machine, and she was very curious to look at it for a long time.

But I never understood it.

It wasn't until Dad Bi finished making the dough machine and demonstrated it to her in person that she understood what was going on.

She instantly felt that her father was really powerful, not only able to make wheelchairs, but also able to do such powerful things.

The little girl admired her father more and more, and after hearing this, Zhang Wei's eyes suddenly widened.

Staring at Coco in disbelief.

said: "What you said is true, is it really Brother Chen?" "

Of course my dad did it."

Coco replied proudly.

At this time, Zhang Wei was not calm for a moment, and his trembling hands walked back and forth.

Brother Chen, Brother Chen, you are really a talent.

You can do that too.

Oh my God

, what kind of people have I met?

Excited hearts, trembling hands.

Zhang Wei couldn't express his excitement, so he should take action at this time and see how Chen Jingge was doing.

After a series of operations, Zhang Wei was extremely impressed.

In his memory, the old-fashioned noodle machine had to be beaten not just once, but many times to make delicate noodles.

Under his observation, it is divided into three grades.

1st gear, 2nd gear and 3rd gear, from rough to delicate.

"Zhang Wei, don't be too delicate noodles, let's make wowotou, a little rougher, the taste will be more fragrant. "

In terms of making wowotou, if the flour is too delicate, the wowotou will have a little bitter taste, so the flour should be rougher.

After Chen Jing's request was finished.

Zhang Wei responded happily: "There is no problem." "

He was born in the countryside himself, and these things are some common sense, of course he knows.

So Zhang Wei only went through it twice, and then he made a coarse flour that he thought was good.

The strong smell of corn, he took a deep breath, it was fragrant.

Far more fragrant than the corn flour he had ever smelled, it was mouth-watering.

"Coco, bring the bag, let's put it on. "

Okay, uncle!"

Coco brought a small bag, and Zhang Wei poured cornmeal into the bag.

The scent had been filling his nose and it was really fragrant.

The things in Brother Chen's house are all good things.

One big and one small, came out of the noodle beater's house.

Zhang Wei walked to the kitchen with his things.

"Brother Chen, how about taking a good look at my skills?" Chen

Jing was free, and he glanced at the flour in the bag.

"Not bad.

Chen Jing gave affirmation.