"Don't let me catch them, or they won't get any good results!"
"Damn it! I must avenge the people of our great city!"
After hearing Jia Ying's words, everyone suddenly became excited. Almost no one noticed the one-eyed old man's abnormality. They all scolded Mu Yu'an and his gang with indignation.
Finally, Jiang Zhuolin really couldn't stand the dirty words of this group of people, so he waved his hands with a sullen face: "Okay, everyone, calm down and go get something to eat. If you feel angry, just keep it until you catch them."
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As soon as they mentioned eating, the brothers' attention was instantly diverted, and they rushed into the kitchen with bright eyes.
Chu Heng was afraid that they would be reluctant to use the things, so he thought about it and followed them.
A group of people rummaged through the kitchen as if they were invaders of a village, but the goods they received were somewhat unsatisfactory.
Potatoes, cabbage, radishes, corn noodles, and sweet potatoes are essential, as are more than a dozen kilograms of dried noodles, nine eggs, and four wilted peppers.
"You are so poor!"
With a speechless expression, Chu Heng plucked at the noodles and eggs placed on the chopping board.
Well, there’s nothing to choose from, the only choice is fried noodles.
"Make a fire, make a fire, let's make some noodles!"
So this guy waved his hand and enthusiastically led the brothers to work in the kitchen.
There are two large stoves, one for boiling water and the other for frying sauce.
You don’t need to keep an eye on the task of boiling water and cooking noodles. You can even hold a piece of pancake for a dog. The main thing is the sauce. The essence is all here, and Master Chu has to do it himself.
The best sauce for fried noodles is pork belly, but this place is so poor, not to mention the pork belly, not even a bone.
But it doesn't matter, if there is no meat, there will still be half a jar of ancestral lard.
Chu Heng was a bastard, but Tian didn't feel bad about it. He didn't hesitate at all. He directly took two big spoons and put them into the pot, grinning at the sight of the other buddies.
My mother-in-law!
He can feed us for half a month at once!
When that damned cook finds out, he won't fight us!
But let me tell you, this smells really good...
When the lard in the pot melted and the egg liquid was put into the pot, the strong smell of meat and the aroma of scrambled eggs wafted out. The brothers started drooling wildly. They didn't care whether the cook was going to die or not. They all looked at each other eagerly.
I stood aside, my stomach growling.
Scrambled eggs with lard look delicious!
Chu Heng didn't have stage fright at all. Under their gaze, he swung the big frying spoon very fast. After the eggs were fried, he immediately added the sauce. He still followed his method, adding a little of each of the three sauces, and then added sugar.
Xian'er, simmer slowly, in about ten minutes, a large pot of egg sauce with attractive color and rich flavor will be out of the pot.
The brothers on the side smelled the taste and wanted to grab two handfuls and stuff them into their mouths.
Fortunately, the water was just about to boil at this time, so the brothers hurried over with the noodles in their hands, ready to start cooking the noodles.
Taking a lesson from Chu Heng's prodigal son, they were even more ruthless this time. They directly put ten kilograms of noodles into the meal for eight people and saw that they couldn't get through!
Their ideas are simple, and they will be scolded tomorrow, so why not just spend money and forget it!
Typical: If there are too many lice, don't bite them, if there are too many debts, don't worry...
But as the old saying goes, you can bite off more than you can chew. You just want to eat more after a few items, without considering whether the pot can bear it. In the end, because there are too many noodles and not enough water, a large pot of noodles is almost cooked.
The batter is cooked until it becomes mushy.
"I said, what else can you brothers do?"
Chu Heng looked at the noodles in two large basins dumbfounded. Many noodles were stuck together in the sticky noodle soup, which made him unappetizing.
"Hehe, don't worry, Brother Chu, you'll definitely be able to eat it when it's cooked."
A young man picked up a bowl of noodles with a smile and walked out.
Some of the others were carrying basins, some were carrying sauce, some were holding bowls and chopsticks, and they trotted out eagerly.
"It's pitiful, you can be so happy just eating some noodles!" Chu Heng shook his head with a smile on his face, and walked out with a cigarette in his mouth.
When he arrived at Jiang Zhuolin's place, a group of people had already started eating.
Seeing him coming over, forensic doctor Jia Ying, who had just swallowed a mouthful of noodles, gave him a heartfelt thumbs up: "Brother, the sauce you made is so authentic, it's even more delicious than my mother's!"
"Yes, yes!"
"tasty!"
“It smells so good!”
The brothers also nodded in agreement.
"I didn't expect you to have such skills!" Jiang Zhuolin also nodded with satisfaction and highly affirmed.
"Hey, where am I?"
Chu Heng had seen what the people standing on the top floor looked like, but he was not proud at all. He picked up the bowl with a smile, and while choosing noodles for himself, he said: "I have a buddy who is the heir to the serious Tan family cuisine.
, but my cooking skills are nothing to say. I only learned half-baked skills from others, and I don’t even have three-level skills.”
When the young man next to him heard this, his eyes were full of yearning: "Now that the three successful powers are like this, if you let your friends come, how delicious will the noodles be?"
"What's it like? Let me tell you this, even if you eat the cabbage and tofu he made, you won't exchange it with someone else if they give you a big elbow!" Chu Heng smacked his lips and sat down, suddenly feeling a little nostalgic for Silly Zhu.
Got cooking skills.
He pulled over the basin of sauce and scooped two spoons for himself. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the one-eyed old man eating the noodles one bite at a time, as if he didn't like it, and said quickly: "Man, what's the matter? You can't get used to this."
Ah? Please bear with me, the conditions are limited, I will invite you to a restaurant tomorrow."
"ah?"
The old man who was thinking about something came back to his senses when he heard this, forced a smile and shook his head: "No, I can't eat this at home, how can I dislike it? I was just thinking about something."
What he said is true.
Noodles are now considered a fine grain, and most people are really reluctant to part with them and have no conditions to eat them.
"Hey, I'm still complaining about the bad food because of you. Okay, don't think about it so much. Eat when you should, drink when you should, and put everything else aside." Chu Heng smiled reassuringly and gave some advice.
, he stopped caring about him and hurriedly twirled the noodles.
You can't go faster. The guys over there look like they haven't eaten in eight hundred years. In the time it took him to talk for a while, he ate the second bowl. If we talk for a while, they won't even have soup.
Leftover.
And the other people among these starving ghosts also wisely shut up and ate honestly.
However, the one-eyed old man didn't seem to have a very good appetite, so he barely ate a bowl and then stopped eating.
But even so, there were no noodles left. Several people who ate stick noodles and sweet potatoes every day even drank the noodle soup. Fortunately, Jiang Zhuolin had the foresight to put out a small pot of noodles in advance and put it aside. Otherwise,
The guy on duty in the building could only continue to eat steamed buns.
After eating and drinking, Chu Heng didn't stay much longer. He handed over the task of cleaning up the mess to the brothers on duty, and drove the one-eyed old man out of the police station in his car.
On the way back, the two of them had little communication.
The old man complained that he was tired when he got in the car. He fell down on the chair and closed his eyes, and he didn't even fart.
Chu Heng couldn't force anyone to chat, so he could only drive silently.
