He wants to make chop suey noodles? I widened my eyes. Is this guy kidding?
"This chop suey is not a clear noodle soup. The skills required for chop suey are passed down from our ancestors. Besides, some ingredients must be cooked in advance. How do you make it with nothing?"
"You don't need to take care of this." Yan Xitong Qiankun stood in front of the boss decisively and raised his chin: "I don't like to say the same thing twice."
"Let him do it, let him do it. If you don't want to make money, you're a bastard. Let's see what this arrogant person can do." Someone shouted from around him.
At other times, the person who said this would definitely die, but Yan Xitong seemed to be in a good mood today and glanced at the person lightly.
The person who spoke suddenly froze on the spot. I think he must have been as frightened as I was when I first met Yan Xitong by his stunning appearance.
The butcher boss smiled dryly: "It's okay, little brother, since I want to do it, I'll let you do it, but the ugliness comes first. If it destroys my Wang Mazi's sign, I won't do it."
"Haha, it can't be smashed."
After saying that, Yan Xitong rolled up his sleeves and walked around behind the pot. The uncooked offal was already placed in front of Yan Xitong by the landlady.
Yan Xitong looked at the disgusting thing in front of him, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, as if doing acrobatics, picked up the greasy knife and cut the offal into two parts.
"Good knife skills!" As soon as the expert took action, he looked to see if there were any. When the offal was put into the pot for cooking, the boss suddenly exclaimed.
Yan Xitong looked at the offal in the boiling water expressionlessly, and started to mix the seasonings with his other hand.
That posture, that speed, and that serious expression are completely unlike the Yan Xitong I know. This look reminds me of Xia Yan. He is also as serious as Yan Xitong when doing things. No matter how noisy or chaotic the surroundings are, it is nothing like it.
He has nothing to do and devotes himself wholeheartedly to what he has to do.
The heat was not enough, so Yan Xitong suddenly used his internal energy to stir up the flames, and the boiling water rose up in the pot like huge waves.
Yan Xitong picked up the cooked offal with one hand, flicked his wrist, and threw it into the sauce he had just mixed.
I saw him uncovering the pot, making something like a steamer, and steaming the offal that originally needed to be pickled.
"What...what is this doing?" The boss was confused.
"It speeds up the penetration of the sauce into the food and makes it more delicious."
Everyone looked at him with fear and fear.
When the aroma spread, the place was already crowded. I stood blankly outside the pot station, like a customer waiting for food, while Yan Xitong was the boss.
While he was doing this, he looked up at me, with beads of sweat on the tip of his tall nose, and a confident and aloof smile on his lips.
When the pickled offal comes out of the oven, Yan Xitong immediately cooks the noodles.
Put the hot water in first, then the cold water out, all in one go.
"Eat!" He held a complete bowl of chop suey noodles in front of me.
The steaming look really whets your appetite.
I picked up a piece of offal with chopsticks and slowly put it into my mouth. At that moment, I almost cried.
It's so delicious... I have no words to describe how this guy can even make offal so delicious.
The boss came over cautiously and asked: "Girl, is it delicious?"
"There's a little left over there." Yan Xitong pointed back.
The boss and his wife couldn't wait to run to the stove, each pinched one and put it into their mouths.
