Let you go home and raise chickens, what the hell is this confinement center?

Chapter 44: Eating noodles without garlic will make them half as delicious!
After Lin Feng finished his work, he filled a basin with water and washed his hands.

Then he skillfully spread a layer of flour evenly on the chopping board.

"Oh oh oh."

Bai Wentao nodded continuously. What is this called? There is a surprise when you wake up early.

He took out his cell phone, and after asking for Lin's permission, he stood aside and took pictures.

Then, Brother Lin took out a dough from a large stainless steel basin.

The surface is smooth, white and plump, and a little inexplicably cute.

Lin Feng kneaded the dough in his hands carefully.

Although kneading dough is only an intermediate skill, its power lies in the fact that it includes the kneading techniques for all kinds of pasta.

When the dough was back into the shape he wanted, Lin Feng took out his magic weapon, the super long rolling pin.

He seldom made noodles himself before, and always bought them from the market.

He wasn't very lucky and didn't get any ramen skills from the system.

However, the rolled and cut noodles that come with the chicken noodle soup are also very good.

In Bai Wentao's sight, it was a completely different scene.

At first, he watched the dough in Lin Ge's hands, sometimes becoming long and sometimes becoming round.

He also thought that he could see that magical ramen skill, the kind that could even thread a needle in the end.

As a result, no.

But, that dough is in Brother Lin’s hands.

Just relying on a stick, it grew bigger and rounder.

The large wooden table creaked, making cheerful accompaniment sounds as Lin Feng moved.

Lin Feng stopped until the table could no longer accommodate the pancake.

He folded the dough together in twists and turns, took out a kitchen knife, and pounded the dough into noodles.

The lengths are slightly different, but the width of the noodles is all 0.3 cm, and they are neatly arranged one by one.

Bai Wentao was stunned.

Why is this dough so obedient?
How does it turn itself into such a big pancake in just a few minutes?
He recalled the few times he had rolled out dumpling wrappers, and he and his brother Lin definitely did not use the same kind of flour.

Well, it’s not his problem, it’s the noodles’.

Bai Wentao firmly believes it.

Also, Brother Lin, why are you so inhuman?

Did you know that your kitchen knife has an afterimage?
If you have this skill, why don’t you open a restaurant? Why do you have to go back to the village and start a farm?
Isn’t this a waste of natural resources?
On the other side, the hanging chicken soup began to gurgle again under the influence of the flames.

It is also accompanied by a subtle and dense fragrance, just like an alluring little goblin.

It's not strong but it makes people want to watch, see and explore.

The closer it got to breakfast time, the more students gathered nearby.

They didn't even dare to speak, for fear of disturbing the afterimage and making their noodles imperfect.

Even the villagers who lived nearby or just passed by couldn't help but come and join in the fun.

"When does our village start selling noodles in the morning?"

A middle-aged man stretched his neck, sniffed the aroma of the chicken soup, and asked loudly.

"Uncle, this is the breakfast chef in our cafeteria."

One of the students wiped the corner of his mouth and answered.

They also didn't expect that this breakfast could be made and eaten right away, which was a real surprise to them.

It’s even better than the cafeteria in their school.

"Ah? Not for sale."

When he heard that it was not for sale, the middle-aged man's voice suddenly became lost.

He murmured, "It smells so good, why don't you sell it?"

There was no way I could not sell it, and it was time for me to go home and have breakfast.

But, these legs are not under my control.

Lin Feng saw that the noodles were almost cut, and shouted to the crowd:
"Please help me shout so that I can come down to eat."

The students replied in unison: "Brother Lin, everyone is here."

"Okay. Just add the chili oil, chopped green onions and coriander yourself." He nodded to show that he understood.

Boil the noodles in boiling water for 3 minutes to cook them through.

Quickly rinse it in cold water, add a fried egg, and then pour in the chicken soup that has been simmered overnight, and a bowl of chicken noodle soup is ready.

The snow-white noodles slowly stretch in the chicken soup.

The chicken fat on the top layer was disturbed and turned into dots, then gathered together again, and the cycle continued over and over again.

Add chopped green onion, coriander and some chili oil according to your taste.
The aroma of the steaming chicken soup mixed with the spicy scent of the chili oil penetrated into their noses, tempting them to drool even faster.

"Hiss."

The first person who got the chicken noodle soup, in front of everyone's astonished gaze, performed a ghostly step, and managed to move quickly without spilling a drop of soup.

Simply breathtaking.

The master is hiding among us!

Only his mouth stubbornly expressed his truest feelings: hot, hot, hot!

Next time, get a bowl with a handle.

The word "delicious" is enough, and they have no idea how many times they have said it.

Professor Li sat among the students, holding a bowl of noodles.

Just smelling the aroma of the hot chicken soup, the sternness between his brows dissipated a little.

Chicken soup is made from the broth of old hens. It may not be as clear as water, but the taste is top-notch.

The combination of 80% full soup and perfect noodles, garnished with chopped green onions and coriander, is so simple yet so tempting.

Even the uncle who hadn't left yet was lucky enough to get a bowl.

I heard the chef say earlier that if there was some noodles left he could take a bowl, but there was no bowl for it.

How to say it, he had never run so fast in his life, except when he was chased by pigs as a child.

"Suck, suck, suck."

"too delicious."

The eldest brother held the bowl, sat opposite the village chief, and spoke incoherently.

He asked the village chief stealthily: "Do you want some garlic?"

As he said this, he took out two heads of garlic from his pocket.

As the saying goes, if you eat noodles without garlic, the flavor will be reduced by half.

Song Jun nodded and shared it together.

The office is full of men, so there is no problem at all.

Following a group of students, the big brother, who had eaten a bowl of noodles, walked home with a full belly.

These ten dollars are worth it.

If this guy opens a noodle shop in the county town, all the existing noodle shops in the county town will be squeezed out by him.

He touched his warm stomach and smacked his lips to savor the taste of the bowl of chicken noodle soup.

He didn't know how the chef charged. He also wanted to pay to eat like the village chief, but he didn't know if it would be possible.

His family owns 50 mu of land in the village, and he rents another 100 mu. He usually grows corn, wheat, soybeans, etc.

You can also raise some chickens and ducks, and grow some vegetables for your own consumption.

Nowadays, the things you buy outside may be full of high-tech and hard work, and you can’t be assured of eating them.

His son is in high school now and is very tired, so how can he not eat something good and safe.

My daughter-in-law now works in the city and takes care of our son.

So, now he is the only one living in the village.

There is nothing else, but eating has become a big problem.

It’s not that I can’t cook, but my skills are so poor that I feel uncomfortable if I eat too much.

He licked his lips and savored the taste of the chicken noodle soup again.

No, he needs to be thicker-skinned and find time today to ask the village chief.

How do I collect this money? Can I add him as one?
He is not picky about food, he will eat anything that tastes good!

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(End of this chapter)