"...The most important thing about Beijing-style fried sauce is to stir-fry the onion aroma. Therefore, the most important thing is that the fried onion oil should not be too old or light, and the heat here is the most important."
"When preparing the sauce, follow the formula 1:1:0.5:0.1:3. The soybean paste, sweet noodle sauce, dark soy sauce, light soy sauce, and mushroom water should be just right."
"Beijing-style fried noodles must be made with the best pork belly to be authentic. We don't have this condition, so we can use chicken, diced tofu, and diced mushrooms instead."
"In addition, when frying the sauce, the heat must be properly controlled. It is best to use medium heat, and the temperature should not be too high..."
"Ouch! So many tips? Master, my memory is not good, can you write it down for me?" Mrs. Liu Feng looked embarrassed and a little embarrassed.
To be honest, there were so many important points that the young man said that she couldn't remember them for a moment.
For the sake of her youngest son, she had no choice but to lower her face and plead.
"Uh! No problem, I'll write it down for you. Do you have paper?" Lu Weidong asked.
"Yes! Yes! Little master, I'll get it for you!" Mrs. Liu Feng turned around and left in a gust of wind.
At the door of the kitchen, Liu Feng's old mother came over with her grandson, "Young man, the food you cook is so delicious. I can smell it in the living room. You are really talented!" Liu Feng's old mother smiled and praised.
Lu Weidong hurriedly smiled and waved his hand, "Grandma, thank you for your praise. I am a cook, this little thing is nothing?"
"Haha! That makes sense... Uh! Little ancestor, don't move." Old mother Liu Feng knocked off her grandson's little hand that was holding the iron pot and scolded her with a straight face.
However, the little guy was not afraid at all and still grabbed the noodles in the iron pot to eat.
Lu Weidong hurriedly filled half a bowl for the little guy, poured it with fried sauce, and mixed it for a few times, and a rich aroma of sauce rose.
"I want to eat! I want to eat!" The little guy held the noodle bowl with both hands, and his short legs struggled to break free from the cage. At this moment, the little guy was drooling.
"Why are you so anxious? Dinner will be served later!" Liu Feng's old mother gently slapped her grandson's butt a few times and educated her with a straight face.
However, the strong aroma of soy sauce just now made her swallow a few times.
Of course, when outsiders are around, the old lady must maintain basic courtesy.
Lu Weidong also noticed this situation. He was about to find an excuse to leave. Fortunately, Mrs. Liu Feng walked over quickly with a small notebook.
Lu Weidong greeted him, took the notebook and pen, and went to the living room table to write a whole page.
"Uncle Liu, Aunt Liu, the skills are all here. In a word, practice makes perfect." Lu Weidong put down the pen, stood up and walked out.
"Ouch! This child, it's already noon, where can't he stay for dinner?" Mrs. Liu Feng on the side heard this and hurriedly scolded her.
"Aunt Liu! I have something else to do, so I won't interrupt you. I'll come see you later." Lu Weidong waved his hands repeatedly, walked quickly to the door, and slipped out.
Mrs. Liu Feng chased her to the door, stuck her head out and saw that Lu Weidong was no longer there. She turned around and said unhappy to Liu Feng: "You are such a person, you don't know how to leave others to eat?"
The fire at the city gate affected Chiyu, and Liu Feng suffered an unreasonable disaster. He rubbed his forehead, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "You didn't say a word, how could I interrupt? How big of a deal is this? From now on, don't you understand?
I’ll ask this guy about the steps.”
"Hmph! Are you looking down on me? The little master has written it very clearly, one step after another. From now on, you don't have to go to a restaurant to treat guests to noodles." Mrs. Liu Feng raised the paper in her hand with a proud look on her face. p>
At this time, suddenly a loud noise came from the kitchen.
Liu Feng and his wife were so frightened that they trembled and ran into the kitchen.
I saw the iron pot falling to the ground, and inside, an old man and a young man were arguing tit for tat.
Liu Feng and his wife looked at each other, not understanding what happened.
"Mom! What's wrong?" Liu Feng picked up the iron pot and asked in confusion.
"This child wants to eat without fear of bursting his belly." Old mother Liu Feng said helplessly.
"Just eat! Just eat!" The little guy was angry and wanted to lift the bowl and chopsticks again.
Liu Feng grabbed it and landed his palm hard on the little guy's butt.
"You rebelled! You didn't even listen to grandma! I'll beat you to death."
"Wow!"......The kitchen was filled with childish cries.
Mrs. Liu Feng looked at the empty noodle bowl, her eyes widened, and she murmured: "All the noodles are gone? This...doesn't this child want to die? Old Liu, hurry up! Send the child to the hospital quickly." "Hospital? Which hospital to go to? I think he is too busy." Liu Feng said angrily.
"No! This pot of noodles is gone. The child can't eat so much!"
"Ahem! Damn it, I ate it too." Liu Feng's old mother said awkwardly, she was a little stunned.
Just now, I didn't notice that she was competing for food with her grandson.
It wasn't her fault, it was just because the rice was so fragrant that she couldn't help but take a few bites of it.
No! It’s absolutely true, she really didn’t want to compete with her grandson for food.
Liu Feng and his wife were stunned!
The two of them never expected this to happen, especially Mrs. Liu Feng. Thinking of taking a bite of that noodle sauce not long ago, she couldn't help but drool.
It's a pity that the child and his grandmother ate them all.
It would have been better if I had asked the little master to do more.
Mrs. Liu Feng suddenly became upset.
When Liu Feng saw the expressions of his wife, old mother, and children, he suddenly understood.
Maybe he missed something in the kitchen just now!
"Is the noodles delicious?" Liu Feng couldn't help but ask his youngest son lying on his legs.
"Yeah! Dad, I still want to eat, my little brother's cooking is delicious."......
Lu Weidong came to the street and found that the movie had finished and the crowd had dispersed.
Walking on the street, Lu Weidong always felt like something was missing.
Ding Qiunan's figure was in a trance in his mind. Her smile and frown were always so beautiful.
In his previous life, Lu Weidong’s major was ancient literature.
He has devoted his whole life to this industry and has long developed a character that can tolerate loneliness.
Rigorous, meticulous, focused, steady, in the field of ancient prose, there are no flowers, no dazzling stage, only cold broken parchment and bone inscriptions.
He has a wealth of knowledge and talent.
Now that he is in this situation, based on his judgment, it appears in the body of the original owner.
Perhaps, the original owner has a crush on Ding Qiunan.
Perhaps, this is the nature of the original owner.
With Ding Qiunan's beauty, the young men in the machine repair shop all have a heart of admiration, and the original owner is no exception.
Unknowingly, when he reached the corner of the street, Lu Weidong couldn't help but look back. He didn't see the figure in his heart on the long street. Lu Weidong was a little disappointed. He took the tram home with melancholy.
At the entrance of the alley, Lu Weidong found Sanmei looking around. When she saw him, she ran over in a leap.
"Brother, I thought you wouldn't be back at noon?" Lu Xiuxiu took Lu Weidong's arm and rushed home eagerly.
"What? You haven't eaten yet?" Lu Weidong was a little helpless.
We agreed not to wait for him, but the second and third sisters still disobeyed.
"No! I'm very hungry." Lu Xiuxiu said aggrievedly.
"Ha! Eat more later." Lu Weidong rubbed Sanmei's little head and smiled slightly.
After returning home, Lu Weidong immediately ordered the pot to be cooked for dinner. However, when Lu Weidong opened the lid of the nest, the three children were dumbfounded.
The fish soup in the iron pot has almost dried up, and only dry side dishes are left in it.
The second eldest sister and the third sister, Lu Xiuxiu, had tears rolling down their eyes. Lu Huihui pointed at the iron pot with her little finger and looked up at Lu Weidong with doubts on her face, "Brother, I ate it secretly."
Lu Weidong laughed dumbly, pinched the little girl's cheek, and said to the second and third sisters: "Just in time, let's make dumplings. How about the dumplings you made, brother?"
Take off the iron pot, set up a small steamer, get a water bottle, fill the pot with half water, and cover the pot with a lid.
Open the stove mouth wide, and in a moment, the water will boil.
Twenty pairs of dumplings were thrown away, rolled three times, and Lu Weidong fished out three bowls.
The fillings of the dumplings are Chinese cabbage and radish, mixed with sesame oil, soy sauce, monosodium glutamate and hot oil. For future generations, these are too simple and rough and taste unpalatable.
In this era of food shortage, it is a precious delicacy.
Otherwise, why did Lu Weidong's simple noodles with soybean paste conquer the appetites of Factory Director Liu's family, including the young and old?
Lu Weidong ate one and pushed the bowl to the little girl.