Twenty minutes later, the kneaded dough gradually became fluffy in the bowl. The dough, which was between wheat and white, became smoother. Several small pores were all closed, and the entire dough was integrated without any edges or corners.

Su Zifang opened the bowl and touched the dough with one finger.

The room temperature was not high, and there was still a bit of coolness when his fingertips were pressed against the dough. He was instantly attracted by the delicate touch. When he came to his senses, the place he touched had begun to become warm. When he pressed hard, an irregular shape appeared on the dough.

Very obvious dent, slightly rebounded.

Seeing this, Su Zifang put his whole palm against it.

Su Zifang didn't know that his actions would have such a big psychological impact on the dough. He was just testing the physical and chemical properties of the dough seriously, and even made an evaluation in his mind.

An ordinary piece of dough

Color: Between white and wheat

Taste: Slightly sweet, with a slight wheat aroma

Moisture content: about 65%

Extensibility: Moderate

Viscoelasticity: better

Su Zifang retracted his finger and deleted this judgment from his cognition, which was only used by food majors. Anyway, for most people, these parameters will be summed up in four words: the noodles are ready.

When the noodles are cooked, it means they are ready for cutting.

Su Zi wiped the pasta cooking table next to the stove, grabbed a handful of high-gluten flour and spread it, patted the dough on the countertop, and rolled it a few times to evenly coat the dough with flour.

The jujube wood rolling pin is thick and stable, and Suzi is very energetic when holding it in his hand. He pushes it, spreads it, and rolls out the prototype of the dough in two strokes. Repeat several times in the other direction, and the dough is rolled out into a flat sheet in an instant.

Transparent skin.

Su Zifang grabbed another handful of flour and sprinkled it on the dough, carefully spread it evenly with his hands, then lifted up the dough and stacked it together in an S shape.

There was a sound of "Cun", and a cold light flashed through. Su Zi put a Chinese kitchen knife in his hand. The blade was narrow in front and wide in back. The handle was coated with pulp. It could be seen that it was an old object. There was a round shape on the side of the blade.

After stamping, you can vaguely see the traditional Chinese character "Zhang" inside.

Su Zifang is different from other chefs. When he was learning cooking, if it wasn't for carving and other special processes, he had to rely on the old kitchen knife in his hand. Although every time he prepared ingredients, he had to wash the knife a few more times than others, but he was still too lazy to change it.

Naturally, it is also used for cutting surfaces.

Standing still with the knife in his hand, Su Zifang swallowed his saliva, took a deep breath, turned his left hand into a clasp, and leaned the backs of his four fingers against the blade of the knife. He raised and lowered the knife, and there was a series of continuous "click" sounds, as thick as a toothpick.

The noodles appear in layers on the right side of the knife.

"It's a bit much..." Su Zifang sighed as he looked at the noodles piled aside. He took out three fresh-keeping bags and bagged the extra noodles. He didn't forget to sprinkle a handful of flour before bagging.

After loading the noodles, the water that had just been cooked was already boiling. Su Zifang grabbed a ball of noodles and put it into the pot. He spread it with a pair of long chopsticks to avoid sticking. He started another wok and prepared to fry the scallions.

The stove spit out tongues of green and red flames, and a piece of thick white suet fell in. Within a few seconds, the oil blossoms shrank into sludge.

Remove the oil residue from the perilla and add the chopped purple onions into the pot.

With a sound of "Crack", the shovel flew up, white smoke came out of the pot, and the onions were slowly coated with a layer of gold. A large blue and white bowl filled with light soy sauce, dark soy sauce, salt, and sugar was already waiting aside.

Carefully pour in the fried scallion oil, and in an instant, the air is filled with the rich aroma of scallions, and the unique aroma of animal fat rushes straight to Su Zifang's nose.

There was no time to enjoy it for too long, and the pot of noodles started to boil. Because the noodles are thin, they can be cooked without splashing extra water.

Su Zifang used a strainer to take out the noodles at once, cooled them with Evian tap water produced by the system, poured them into a large blue and white bowl, poured a ladle of hot soup over them, and a steaming bowl of Yangchun noodles was ready.

Without even bothering to go to the front hall, Su Zifang stretched out a stool, sat on the edge of the stove and began to enjoy the bowl of Yangchun noodles.

"Squeak!" He took a big mouthful, chewed, and swallowed!

Even though it is mixed with light soy sauce and dark soy sauce, the soup in the bowl still has a clear and translucent feeling. Although it is not as mellow as the broth, it also stirs up a breeze between the lips and teeth, fully activating the flavor of Yangchun noodles.

The noodles break in the mouth and release an incomparable wheat aroma, which looks like a bursting beef ball against the background of the soup.

Su Zifang seemed to be in the south of the Yangtze River in March, witnessing with his own eyes the branches of wheat seedlings branching, heading, filling, and the ground was golden. Farmers wearing straw hats were farming in the fields, and the river beside the wheat fields was as green as thousands of sails were passing by. Time was passing by, and the stars were shining.

As the sun rises, heavy wheat ears explode into cloud-like dough in the fields.

The sun was shining, and a figure on the dough crossed his legs with a satisfied look on his face. Zooming in on the picture again, it was Su Zifang himself!

…

"Huh!" Su Zi closed his eyes and exhaled for a long time to finish thinking. He touched his belly and felt that he was not full yet. At this time, he understood a little bit why there are people who are irresistible to delicious food and can eat it in just one year.

From 90 pounds to 180 pounds.

The sin of eating is not due to the desire of the mouth and tongue!

But in the end, it wasn't his weight that made Su Zifang give up the idea of ​​adding another bowl, but that he accidentally opened the inventory and saw that the shop trick had changed from inactive to activated.

【ShiBuYu shop promotion (can be activated)】*

[It is detected that the host is in the store, and the equipment can be activated. Equipment effect: store attention level +1. Can be upgraded.]

Thinking of the special effects after recruiting from the equipment store, Su Zifang was a little excited and curious. He eagerly wanted to experience the equipment. Such ethereal, unobservable and unpredictable descriptions are too mysterious after all. Only by experiencing them in person can you know what they are.

usefulness.

Su Zifang blinked and dragged the store sign out of the inventory. Before he could make any confirmation, the system popped up a prompt.

[Shop sign is equipped]

[The store system is officially opened]

Looking at the panel again, there is an additional column of store information next to the personal information column.

Naturally, Su Zifang would not let go of the newly opened column. He entered a new page with a quick glance. Upon entering, he found the basic information about Shibuyu. In addition to the floor plan of the store, descriptions of various parameters were also attached.

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[Eating without speaking]

Notability: unknown

Attention: 1 (everyone will take a second look when passing by)

Passenger flow: None (currently no passenger flow)

Special dishes: None (no special dishes yet)

Satisfaction: None (no one completed the satisfaction questionnaire)

Looking at a series of nothings, Su Zifang's cheerful face turned a little embarrassed, as if he had rushed home to show off after the test results came out. Only when he opened the test paper did he realize that he had read the wrong score. It was not 92, but 56.

Fortunately, there are no longer the two events of stir-fried pork with whip and mixed relay Sanda waiting for me, otherwise I would definitely not be able to get out of bed for three months.

When I walked out of the door, there was a brand new signboard where the plaque was originally placed. The three big characters "ShiBuYu" were strong and powerful, and the pen moved like a dragon and a snake. It looked like everyone's pen and ink. There were two red cloths tied next to the signboard, which was very down-to-earth.

It means a good start.

"It just opened, it will get better gradually." Su Zifang said comfortingly, cheering himself up and feeling full of motivation.
Chapter completed!