The water in the iron pot was boiling, and the vigorous noodles were constantly rolling inside, steaming hot, and the fragrance of noodles came to your face. ☆→San☆→Jiang☆→Ge☆→,

Han Yuyan, who was standing next to the stove pinching time, felt that the noodles were already cooked, so he took a colander and started serving noodles.

Tang Shanshan helped to put the noodles in porcelain bowls. The noodles were still hot, and sweat beads were oozing on the foreheads of the two girls, but they were smiling, and they were full of expectations for the noodles they were going to eat today.

Soon, the noodles in the iron pot were placed in more than a dozen porcelain bowls.

"Master, the noodles are ready." Han Yuyan wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel and shouted to Ye Chui with a smile.

When Ye Chui, who was busy on the other side of the kitchen, heard it, he hummed, then walked over with a seasoning plate and started to sprinkle seasonings on the dough with a small spoon, including pepper, salt, MSG, some light soy sauce, vinegar, of course, green scallions, shredded ginger and minced garlic.

On a stove on the other side, the vegetable oil in the oil pan had begun to roll, emitting a spicy and pungent aroma. The oil pan was hung with leaves and added a bunch of dried chili and pepper seedlings to make a spicy and fragrant "oil chili".

Seeing that the heat was almost done, Ye Chui took the oil pan, walked to the noodle bowls, and poured some one by one.

"Squeeze"

Pour the hot oil into the rice bowl, and a burst of white smoke suddenly simmered. The spicy aroma was mixed with another spicy aroma, and the taste of various seasonings mixed together. It was indescribable to brew together.

Finally, the leaves drooped and put them down the oil pan.

"The oil splashing noodles are finished, you can take them out." Ye Chui said to the two girls with a smile.

"That's all right." Tang Shanshan's big eyes looked at the bowls of steaming noodles and licked her lips. "It smells so good, I really feel like I can't wait to eat it, but isn't the boss's bowl of oil-splashing noodles too simple? I can make such noodles myself."

"It looks simple, but it's not that easy to make." Ye Chui smiled and shook his head, pointing to the oil pan next to him. "Nothing else. It's impossible for ordinary people to make this oil and spicy food just by itself."

The essence of oil-splashing noodles can be said to be this oil-splashing noodles. There was even a saying in my previous life that if you want to eat authentic oil-splashing noodles, you must reach S. Because only S can make the most authentic oil-splashing noodles.

Of course, this does not mean that the technical content of oil chili is, but that it is not a simple matter to boil authentic oil chili. The temperature of oil and the time to add dried chili are very important. One more chili becomes a paste, and one less chili has not yet dried. The taste of oil splashing noodles produced in this way is naturally greatly reduced.

Tang Shanshan stuck out her tongue: "Anyway, I decided to go home and try it. Let my brother and dad taste my cooking skills."

"Haha, OK, but let's take these meals out first. They have probably been waiting for a long time." Ye Chui said with a smile.

There are two days left before the seventh cooking competition with Wangfu Noodle Restaurant.

In the past two days, Ye Chui, under the strong request of Tang Shanshan, Chen Tian and others, had to make pasta for them to eat every day, saying that they wanted to choose which pasta was the best, but in fact their plan was very obvious, just to eat the delicious food in Ye Chui's mouth.

Ye Chui had no choice but to satisfy them.

Today is exactly the turn to make oil splashing noodles.

As for why you have to make more than a dozen bowls

First of all, some people have a big appetite and are not enough for a bowl. For example, the fat aunt Jiang Yuemei has Chris who has been staying here for the past few days. In addition, many hosts and guests in Chen’s hotels know about Ye Chui’s pasta making, so they also have to share a bowl. Of course, the price is not cheap, but there are still many people who are still happy. There are even people outside who go to Chen’s hotel to buy noodles, but they ignore the Mapo Tofu Hotel opposite.

Chenjia Hotel is not a restaurant. Chen Jiao later issued a regulation that only residents in Chenjia Hotel can eat the noodles here, so well, all the rooms in the entire hotel were immediately filled with

When Ye Chui and Tang Shanshan and Han Yuyan came to the hall with steaming and spicy oil splashing noodles, the diners sitting at the dining table stretched their necks and looked over.

"What delicious food is Master Ye Chui going to make today?"

"I heard it is called oil-splashed noodles, which is a classic pasta dish in China."

"I have eaten oil splashing in front of me and I've been to China for business for some time, but that's all."

"Can you eat the same as what Master Ye makes? Isn't it the same level, right?"

The two diners whispered.

Ye Chui asked Han Yuyan and Tang Shanshan to separate bowls of noodles one by one. Soon, the snoring sound of eating noodles sounded in the hall.

The voices of the two diners discussed earlier then rang again.

"I found out I was deceived"

"What's the meaning"

"What I had in love some time ago was not oil splashing noodles."

"It tastes much different from this one."

"It's a difference between heaven and earth, it's spicy and refreshing. This noodles are so delicious. Compared with the oil-splashed noodles I ate at that time, it's simply crumbly."

"Whether the noodles are delicious depends on the skill of the cook."

“So spicy, fragrant and refreshing”

Spicy, fragrant, and refreshing. This is exactly the deliciousness of this bowl of oil-splashed noodles.

There was endless noise in the hotel lobby.

"The way to make this noodles looks extremely simple, but the taste is very ingenious. Several simple flavors combined together make the tongue feel completely out of control for a moment. They are extremely spicy and refreshing. They are really delicious noodles." Fat aunt Jiang Yuemei quickly finished a bowl of noodles, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and looked refreshing. She took another bowl without hesitation. While stirring the noodles, she continued, "I have eaten oil-splashed noodles before. But there is no such delicious."

The delicious pasta such as oil-splashed noodles did not disappear in the era when meat was poisonous, and now stores of oil-splashed noodles can basically be found in various parts of China. However, it is not guaranteed whether this pasta is authentic or not. It is necessary to be late for authentic oil-splashed noodles. It is difficult for people elsewhere to grasp the essence of this delicious pasta.

However, these are not difficult for Ye Chu.

"That's of course. The most important thing about this noodles is spicy oil. Although it's simple, the technical content is actually very good. Ordinary people can't make it unauthentic." Tang Shanshan said, learning and selling it right away. This caused Han Yuyan's eyes to roll.

Chris, who has been able to use chopsticks skillfully in the past two days, was holding the noodle bowl with his hands, snoring the noodles in his mouth, sweating profusely, but he refused to take a step further. At this time, he smiled and said in English: "I originally thought that only Italian dishes were the most perfect, but now it seems that I was wrong. Chinese noodles are the most delicious."

It was obviously a very high evaluation to ask a four-bit gourmet to say this.

Ye Chui accepted this evaluation very happily: "Huaxia was the first nation to eat noodles, and it can be traced to the Qin and Han dynasties. At that time, noodles were called soup cakes. When it comes to cooking noodles, Huaxia was definitely the world Tang Shanshan was even more curious: "What kind of kitchen knife is it? It's so powerful."

"Mr. Ye Chui's kitchen knife, named Zhanxiang, is the best kitchen knife made by the father of the famous Chinese kitchen knife craftsman, Zhang." Li Xiuyun explained. After all, he was a reporter and was very clear about this kind of thing. When he said this, he thought of something important, "By the way, when I went to Chinatown this time, I investigated some things, which was related to this kitchen knife."

"What's the matter?" Ye Chui asked strangely.

"The father of the kitchen knife Zhang, who has three works in his life, is the most satisfying. Among the three kitchen knifes, the first one is Mr. Ye Chui, your sausage, and the third one is a kitchen knife called fish intestine. It is collected by an old chef in Hebei. As for the second taste-making, his whereabouts have been unknown." Li Xiuyun's face became solemn, "But after my investigation, I found that this second taste-making is very likely to have spread to Chinatown.
Chapter completed!