Yushanfang

Chapter 28 29: Winter Noodles

The taste is unforgettable, and the aftertaste is still there. Immediately, Mrs. Wang is a little reluctant to take a second sip.

The man hadn't come back from work yet, so she figured that Lin Xiang had added other special ingredients to the soup, otherwise how could it taste so smooth.

Seeing the two children drinking happily, Mrs. Wang put the remaining bowl on the stove, waiting for her man to come back from work to drink.

The restaurant opened early in the morning, and the guests would come to eat. Lin Xiang didn't dare to delay, so he hurried to the kitchen to make it.

After a few guests left in the morning, the restaurant gradually cooled down.

Lin Xiang pursed his lips and thought about it.

In the past two days, the only thing that has sold well in restaurants is wonton, but wonton alone is not enough.

Squinting his eyes, Lin Xiang's brain began to come alive.

Should I think of other foods to sell together...

Here I lowered my head to think, and at ten o'clock at noon there, there were guests who wanted to eat again.

Lin Xiang finished it quickly and asked Hancui to bring it out.Unexpectedly, after the guest finished eating, he said, "Can't I take the bowl I gave you?"

Han Cui suddenly became a little dazed, and at a loss, she hurriedly went to the kitchen to ask Lin Xiang.

"Take it away?" Lin Xiang didn't react for a while.

That's packing.

It’s no problem to take it away, but wontons are soup food, and there are no plastic bags in this ancient time, how can they be taken out?Don't even think about paper bags. If it's food like steamed stuffed buns, it's naturally convenient.

Lin Xiang was also a little embarrassed for a while.

There were not enough materials at hand, and there was no immediate solution, so Lin Xiang asked Han Cui to tell the truth to that person objectively.

However, this vaguely gave Lin Xiang an idea.

That is the problem of packaging.

In modern times, many people go to restaurants to eat, and sometimes they order a large table of dishes, which cost hundreds or even thousands of dollars.

But... there is no such thing as plastic in this era...

Lin Xiang bowed his head and pondered for a moment, and suddenly felt that this might be a business opportunity, so he couldn't help but silently wrote it down in his heart.

"I received 140 coins today." Lin Xiang and Ah Fu Hancui said as they counted the copper coins in their palms.

"It's more than yesterday." Han Cui stared at the large amount of money with a smile, feeling a little better.

"En." Lin Xiang nodded upon hearing this.

After finishing work in the evening, Lin Xiang and the two of them cleaned up the restaurant and left early.

……

Lin Xiang lifted the cloth covering the porcelain bowl with his fingers, and there was a piece of slightly yellowed dough lying inside.

Stretched out his hand and poked it, it was a little hard and soft.

There is still some bone soup left in the pot last night, and it is slowly heating up on the stove at the moment.

The smudged water mist slowly rises as the heat evaporates.

Lin Xiang took out the dough, kneaded and squeezed it——

After the dough became softer, Lin Xiang took a sharp kitchen knife and cut it into sections of uniform thickness in an orderly manner.

Taking out the pork he bought yesterday, Lin Xiang cut it in half and washed it with clean water.

The pot was already hot, and the white smoke slowly drifted away.

Pork itself has a lot of oil and water, so there is no need to put any oil.

Cut the pork into slices, cut the cabbage and radish, grabbed some dried shrimps, waited for the oil pan to smoke, "Zi la la——"

"Ahem." Lin Xiang covered his mouth and nose with his fingers, frowned, squinted his eyes, and was choked by a large amount of white smoke that suddenly rose.
Lin Yan also came over at this time, washed his hands in the wooden basin on one side, picked up a large spoon to stir the bone soup that was on the fire on the other side, and watched the bone soup simmering on the fire. .

"Take out the bones, let's go down." Lin Xiang said to Lin Yan while scratching the spoon in his hand.

The long chopsticks picked up the bones in the pot and put them in a clean porcelain bowl. Here, Lin Yan stretched out his fingers to stroke the long strip of noodles on the chopping board, grabbed them, and threw them into the pot.

Here Lin Xiang's fried meat is already burnt, Rui put in a little sauce, Lin Xiang squeezed a small amount of salt with his fingers, "Zi la la—"

Add a small amount of water, bursts of aroma will float up.

With a light sauce color, Lin Xiang's cooked food is already out of the pan——

Lin Yan was eloquent, spittle overflowed from his mouth, his nose moved, and the aroma of cooked pork floated into his nose along with the smoke, and his stomach could not help "gurgling" twice.

Lin Xiang hooked the corners of his lips, and put a plate full of vegetables on the table.Here, Lin Yan started to wait for the noodles to be cooked.

The soup in the pot has already started to float into the mist with the surging bubbles.

"Goooooooooooo-"

Lin Xiang looked at the noodles in the pot that were constantly surging along with the tumbling hot soup, "Take it out—"

"Crash-"

Poured into a bowl with a rich aroma of soup and white, tender and steaming noodles, sprinkled with a little chopped green onion——

"Eat."

The siblings washed their hands and sat at the dining table to eat.

Fresh, smooth and tender noodles with the aroma of bone broth enter the mouth, flow down the throat, flow into the lungs, chew for a while, and warm to the corners of the body.

The sliced ​​meat is fried with a touch of freshness and crispy, accompanied by the blended vegetables, sweet with a touch of umami, the gravy is quite rich, and it is fresh to the bone after one bite.

The delicious fried pork slices are also a great accompaniment to the rice.

Lin Yan ate it with big mouthfuls, and during the pause, he murmured, "It would be great if there were pickles."

Lin Xiang was stunned when he heard the words.

Picking up the soup bowl, he brought it to his mouth and took a big sip.

"Do you want to eat pickled vegetables?" Lin Xiang swallowed the noodles in his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and asked.

Lin Yan said indifferently: "No, but wouldn't it be better to eat noodles with pickled vegetables in winter?" As he spoke, he couldn't help feeling a bit sour in his mouth, the steaming noodles matched with hot and sour pickled vegetables, Crisp and silky, with a "crunch" bite, it will make people have endless aftertaste.

Just mentioning this, Lin Xiang couldn't help spit from his mouth.

"Sure, the restaurants will be closed in two days. I'll go to the market and buy some green radishes and Chinese cabbage." In fact, there are other dishes that can be pickled, but those dishes are too expensive. Only afford cheap dishes.

After eating a meal to their heart's content, the siblings cleaned up the leftovers, wiped the table, and cleaned for a while.

Lin Xiang bowed his head and thought for a while.

Reaching out to pick up the chopsticks, he moved into the meat and vegetables that still had half of the plate left, and picked out more than half of the bowl from the porcelain bowl.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Lin Yan was scalding his feet with hot water, and the sound of splashing water made a sound, looking at Lin Xiang, he asked a little puzzled.

Lin Xiang smiled: "Give it to the neighbor's aunt, we eat other people's free food, and I am not allowed to care about it?"

(End of this chapter)