The talented lady is busy farming

Chapter 75
Xia Wan thinks that in her previous life, she might have been from Shandong or someone nearby, and Xia Wan has a complex about the food that makes noodles. Of course, this knowledge speculates that Xia Wan doesn’t know where she is from, but she just has a preference for pasta. , and there is no flour in this era, which makes Xia Wan feel that it is a business opportunity. Although it can't be rich and rich, it is still possible to live a more moist life.

Zhao Ning looked at Xia Wan kneading the noodles while muttering what to do with the sour noodles. He didn't believe that the sour noodles could be made into something delicious, but he felt that this Things are really possible.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ning shook his head. No matter whether Xia Wan succeeds or not, he always wants to try it. After Xia Wan kneaded the dough, he kneaded it into small doses. It is just a small piece of dough, put a little oil on the dough, and then make it into a small round cake, lined up one by one, in rows and columns, like soldiers waiting for inspection, not only Xia Wan had this feeling, even Zhao Ning felt the same way.

Xia Wan sighed in her heart, didn't say anything, ignored the ready-made cakes, and turned to look at the millet porridge in the casserole, "Is this enough?" Zhao Ning was still waiting for Xia Wan's dough cake , I didn't expect that if I did this, there would be no more.

"Hahaha, little scholar, are you stupid? The noodles are still raw now. You want to eat raw noodles. The cake hasn't been made yet. Let me tell you, there is a way to make dough. It's better to let these noodles rise again, and it will be soft and palatable when you eat it, otherwise, the taste will not be good, this millet porridge is really good, and there is millet oil on it." Xia Wan explained , Seeing the sticky yellow millet oil in the millet porridge, I am very satisfied. This is a natural and pollution-free good thing. If it is placed in modern times, it must be a special offering.

When the noodle cakes were proofed for the second time, each one was different from the slightly flattened ones just now, and the places that were flattened by Xia Wan were slightly swollen. Zhao Ning looked at such biscuits and felt a little strange, smelling Slightly sweet and sour, it might really be delicious.

"Okay, don't look at it, come here and light a fire for me, it can't be small or big, can it work?" Xia Wan looked at Zhao Ning and said.

"Didn't we cooperate very well yesterday? You can do whatever you say." Zhao Ning blew on the torch, and then sent the thin pine hair into the stove, and the fire lit up.

Xia Wan laughed silently, melted a little lard in the pot, put the finished cakes in one by one, the two of them went up and down the stove one by one, they had to cooperate tacitly, and the cakes gradually turned into one by one It turns slightly yellow, and slowly bulges up in the middle, turning into little fat people one by one.

Zhao Ning smelled the burnt aroma in the pot, and felt hungry. The oily and slightly sour and sweet taste was so attractive to the taste buds. Now he was sure that Xia Wan's noodles were not broken, but sour.

"Thum, thump, thump, you're done, how about it? Doesn't it look good?" Xia Wan wiped the sweat from her forehead, pinched her waist and looked at Zhao Ning.

"Well, it's really good. The porridge is ready. Let's eat." Zhao Ning was looking forward to this bread, and more body fluid was secreted in his mouth. He didn't want to admit when he was such a person who valued his appetite so much. Well, it seems that it started with the first meal that Xia Wan cooked, whether it was pheasant meat or rabbit meat, or the pancakes made of dough in front of me.

(End of this chapter)