Meng Yao kneaded the Fa Mian and continued to knead the Death Mian.
The noodles don't need to wake up for too long. Meng Yao finished preparing the other side dishes and began to roll them out. He rolled them into thin sheets, cut them into diamond shapes, and spread them out.
Qi Wenye had neatly poured the vegetable paste made by Wu Aizhen to the tiger. Usually when Qi Wenye fed the tiger, the tiger would bite its tail in excitement and bark.
But this time, there was only its muffled scream, and there was no trace of welcome to Qi Wenye, its little master.
Qi Wenye was busy and didn't notice Huzi getting angry with him at all. He told Huzi to "eat well", picked up the pot and ran away.
He also had to clean the pot quickly and wait for the meal.
Meng Yao rolled out the noodles and it was quick to make.
The main essence of sour soup noodle soup is soup. Make a base of tomato soup, cook it, and top it with balsamic vinegar. The prepared sour noodle soup soup is sour and delicious, and the noodles are light, fragrant and tender.
After pouring the vinegar, Meng Yao calls for dinner.
In fact, there was no need for her to shout. Qi Wenye had been guarding the kitchen and washed his hands immediately after hearing the words. Qi Boyan outside stepped into the kitchen before she finished speaking, and he came on time.
"I'll serve it, I'll serve it, let me do this rough work!"
Qi Wenye rushed to work, but those who didn't know thought he was very hardworking.
Meng Yao rolled his eyes and gave way to him.
Qi Wenye filled a full bowl, but gave the first bowl to Meng Yao.
Meng Yao raised his eyebrows in surprise and praised him, "I can't tell, but you have a pretty good eye."
Qi Wenye raised his chin and said, "You have worked hard to cook, so you should eat the first bowl!"
Meng Yao couldn't help but laugh.
She reached out, untied the towel wrapped around her head, and wiped the sweat with the towel.
She used to wear a hat when cooking, but now that she doesn't have a hat, she wraps her hair up.
It was too hot to wrap up, and my hair, which I had just washed today, made me sweat again.
Qi Boyan stayed on her black hair for a few seconds. Qi Wenye called him and he looked away.
"Second brother, don't worry about your dishes and chopsticks. I've cleaned them."
Qi Boyan nodded and went over to continue. Qi Wenye immediately started filling the third bowl.
Naturally, he served this third bowl to himself, and it was also a full bowl, a big bowl.
After serving it, I tasted it and exclaimed: "It tastes good. The leaves are so thin. It goes into your throat as soon as you inhale it."
The main reason why Meng Yao makes sour soup noodle leaves is that they are too hot and unappetizing. This is appetizing and easy to digest, so it is perfect.
What Meng Yao made this time was better than what she had ever made before. The reason was that the soup made from those tomatoes and sweet rice noodles had a particularly strong tomato flavor.
Tomatoes of this era are much more delicious.
Qi Boyan has also eaten, but he eats quietly and gracefully, and you can't hear him at all.
The three of them just stayed in the kitchen to eat, forgetting for a while Jiang Wenlei who was helping out with the work.
Meng Yao accidentally glanced outside, saw the other person, and hurriedly said to Qi Boyan: "Didn't the big brother outside also eat? There is still more in the pot, I made more."
Qi Boyan glanced at at most two bowls of sour soup noodles left in the pot, and shook his head without changing his expression: "He went back to town to eat!"
Jiang Wenlei, who was hungry, thirsty and hot after working: "..."
"It's already at this point, and I don't know when I'll be back in town. I'll give him something to fill his stomach first."
Meng Yao put the bowl down and took another clean bowl.
Before it was over, Qi Boyan and Qi Wenye looked over at the same time.
"I'll serve it, I'll serve it!"
Qi Wenye became anxious when he saw Meng Yao push the spoon into the pot all the way. They didn't even have enough to eat the amount.
He quickly put down the bowl in his hand and grabbed the bowl from Meng Yao's hand.
I put it down with a half iron spoon and shook it again and again. When it was put into a bowl, only one-third was left, not even half of the bowl.