Ji Qinghe is a good person. Not only did he bring me the clear soup egg noodles made by Lingxi himself, but he also prepared a plate of pickles for me.
The egg noodles are steaming hot, "flavorful", sprinkled with a dozen green and pleasant green onions, and paired with a dark fried egg. It is really distinct and beautiful.
The small pickles are stir-fried with mustard shreds. Well, the knife skills are extraordinary. You can tell at a glance that they are cut by small fish.
It's a pity that the mustard vegetables were burnt and were laid out in strips on the plate, like earthworms.
Ji Qinghe urged me: "What are you waiting for? Eat it while it's hot."
I am like a statue, my eyes are dull.
Lingxi thoughtfully handed over the chopsticks, put them in my hands and said, "If it's not enough, I'll cook another bowl for you."
"Enough, enough." I was so frightened that my liver and gallbladder were split apart, and I immediately expressed my position: "I have a small appetite, one bowl is enough."
"Well, let's eat it then." Lingxi sat next to me, holding a water cup and boasting: "I made it according to the recipe, first put the water in, then put the noodles in and simmered over low heat. The seasonings were prepared in the bowl in advance, and I added them last.
Fried eggs.”
"The master is very good, the taste is so delicious." I lied without conscience and lowered my head to sandwich the noodles.
After holding it for a long time, I couldn't pick up the noodles, so I actually poked a big noodle lump.
I took a closer look and almost lost my breath.
A big bowl of noodles, surprisingly not a single noodle was loose, they were all stuck together to form a large noodle pancake.
This is a typical cold water pot, which causes the flour to become sticky when exposed to water and finally solidify.
The surface is cooked, but I bet it's definitely raw inside.
Fortunately, eating uncooked noodles won't kill anyone, so I was determined and took a bite.
Lingxi looked expectant and asked: "How is it? Does it taste good?"
"Well, it's delicious, and the texture is particularly strong." I gave a thumbs up and praised: "You can do better than me. The master deserves to be a master and the number one genius in China. He can do whatever he learns, which makes a fool like me feel ashamed."
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"Giggle...is it really that delicious?" Lingxi took a paper towel to help me wipe the soup from the corner of my mouth, and said happily: "Then I will make another bowl for you at noon so that you can eat enough."
The corner of my mouth twitched, wishing I could slap myself a few times. Why are you so mean-mouthed?
Hmm? Can't you be more sincere and honest?
Why lie?
"Don't just eat noodles, eat some pickles." Ji Qinghe said coyly: "I fried the pickles, please rate me."
I said yes with a calm smile, having scolded Ji Qinghe ten thousand times in my heart.
I almost vomited after eating the noodles, but you still let me eat those dark mustard shreds?
I was really afraid that I would retch and be beaten to death by Lingxi.
"Click."
When you put the pickles in your mouth, they are crispy.
It was so crispy that I couldn't taste the original flavor of mustard at all, and it felt like I was chewing a burnt root.
It's so fast that I'm dying, and it's so painful.
The most important thing is that there is a taste of black pepper in it, which stimulates my mouth and tongue and I can't stop.
Ji Qinghe said with bright eyes: "How?"
"Okay, perfect." I suppressed the urge to drink water to moisten my throat, and praised Ji Qinghe without hesitation: "This is the best shredded mustard I have ever eaten. It is crispy and fragrant. It is beyond the category of pickles.
It’s rare.”
Ji Qinghe smiled brightly, poured all the "earthworms" from the small plate into my bowl, and said enthusiastically: "Eat more if you like, I can fry them at any time."
I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down the dizziness coming from my mind.
