Since Reba's guess of the price was completely accurate, the right to order breakfast for the next day became hers, and she asked for chicken noodle soup without any hesitation...
But there was no chicken soup left today.
Ling Rui could only get up early the next day and go to his hometown to buy local chicken and make chicken soup before cooking.
Reba would not be polite to him.
Too familiar.
…
Early the next morning, Ling Rui got up first.
Everyone is still sleeping.
After washing up, he left the mushroom house and went to a fellow villager's house to buy chickens. His chickens were all bought by that fellow villager. Some of the villagers got up earlier than him.
"This chicken is an authentic local chicken." The fellow still smiled, took a red ticket from Ling Rui's hand, and went to catch the chicken for Ling Rui.
…
Back at the mushroom house, Ling Rui lit a fire and boiled hot water, and then slaughtered the chicken.
To the hair.
Repair internal organs.
Boiled water.
Make soup.
Ling Rui breathed a sigh of relief. Yesterday, he gained 10 points more experience in cooking.
This gave him hope of upgrading.
"Ling Rui, you got up really early." Ling Rui got up early. Although the camera was automatically filming, the photographer on duty still raised the machine and carefully filmed Ling Rui's cooking process.
"I'm used to it." Ling Rui smiled, scooped out a large bowl of flour, added water and eggs, and started kneading the dough.
"Are you going to make hand-made noodles?"
"Yeah." Ling Rui nodded, "Otherwise, such good chicken soup will be wasted."
"That's true." The photographer nodded in agreement, "I see that your cooking steps are very smooth, but also very ordinary, but the food you make is so delicious, I am so impressed. Especially, brother you
Still a man."
Ling Rui laughed, "Actually, it's just good luck." Indeed, it was good luck.
There are many dishes and many things that he checked on a temporary basis.
In fact, as long as the food is basically cooked, not too salty, not too bland, and has a moderate taste, it can be eaten. There is nothing that cannot be eaten. What's more, Ling Rui is studying medicine.
He knows very well which parts are suitable for which dishes.
After the flour is mixed with water and kneaded, a preliminary dough is already formed.
Ling Rui continued to rub.
The biggest difference between hand-made noodles and machine-made noodles lies in the character of tendons.
And this strength requires manpower to continuously knead the dough.
Half an hour later, a thin layer of sweat formed on Ling Rui's forehead, and the dough was almost ready.
Ling Rui flattened the dough with a rolling pin and then folded it up layer by layer.
The kitchen knife has been wiped dry.
One knife at a time.
Soon, the noodles were cut out.
"Is the program team also there?"
"Yes." Ling Rui nodded.
After the noodles were ready, Ling Rui went to the vegetable field to pick a few peppers and half a basket of green vegetables.
Cleaned.
Ling Rui glanced at his watch and saw that the time was only 7:30.
It will be a while before the chicken soup is served, and no one gets up so early.
Ling Rui prepared the ingredients, sat on the cushion, closed his eyes and began to rest for a while.
The smell of chicken soup has begun to overflow.
…
Slowly, some people began to wake up, and people from the program team also began to gather in the mushroom house.
"Xiao Rui, you are...hand-rolled noodles!" Huang Xiaochu walked down the stairs and saw the hand-rolled noodles in the kitchen, and said in surprise, "Not many young people can do this nowadays."
"I saw my mother do it when I was a kid."
"That's really a gift." Huang Lei smiled, "It seems like you have a very good memory."
"It's okay." Ling Rui nodded, "General articles can be memorized after I read them twice. If I read them more in the future, I will rarely forget them."
"I heard that before you were discovered by a talent scout, your university was at Dibei University?" Huang Lei squinted his eyes, "That's a real top student!"
"Yeah." Ling Rui nodded. The original owner's resume was indeed good. He was among the top in the province in the college entrance examination, and later applied for the Department of Medicine at Imperial North University, and then...
Suddenly I can't remember certain things.
Ling Rui frowned, he really wanted to find out about this matter.
"Why did you want to enter the entertainment industry?" Huang Lei asked.
"Even though I was spotted by a talent scout, I was also curious." Ling Rui smiled and didn't know what to say. He knew that there was some reason for it.
"How do you feel after all these years?"
"Each industry has its own rules. It's actually quite interesting." Ling Rui thought for a while and spoke.
"Indeed, there are many different situations in the world, and actors are such an industry. He can experience all walks of life and let himself integrate into that state. It is actually very exciting." Huang Lei nodded, his eyes becoming more and more satisfied.
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"That's what Teacher Huang said." Ling Rui nodded, "Indeed, it's very interesting and exciting."
"This chicken soup smells so good. Unfortunately, after recording today and tomorrow, we have to leave for a while." Huang Lei changed the topic, "Reba is also in luck."
"She is a pure foodie. Fortunately, she still exercises every day. Otherwise, her agent would have driven her crazy." Ling Rui shook her head helplessly, "That's how she is on the set."
"Your TV series will also be broadcast on Shonan Channel by then, right?"
"Yes." Ling Rui nodded, "I think it's still a very exciting drama."
"Okay, I'll take a look when the time comes." Huang Lei nodded, "Is the chicken soup ready?"
"Yeah." Ling Rui stood up, "It should be almost done."
"Here, let me help you." Chef Huang also stood up and helped Ling Rui light the fire. After all, hand-made noodles need to be cooked in hot water.
"Thank you, Teacher Huang."
"Xiao Rui is so polite. It's a blessing that you are here. Otherwise, I would have to worry about three meals a day for a big family in this mushroom house. Now you are the one to worry about it. I don't know how much easier it is." Huang Lei laughed.
Ling Rui curled up his lips, who asked him to bind a food system.
Ling Rui added water to the pot and closed the lid.
After more than ten minutes, the water boiled.
Uncover, lower the noodles, cook, remove, and serve in individual bowls.
Nearly thirty bowls.
There isn’t a lot of noodles, just one chopstick.
As for the chicken soup, Huang Lei had already opened the lid, "I'll tell them to come down."
"good."
At this time, Ling Rui threw the vegetables into the pot, boiled them, and divided them into packages.
Then pick up the spoon and start adding chicken soup and chicken to each bowl.
Of course, there is no chopped green onion.
"Ding! Main mission three: As a chef! How can you have condiments that you don't eat? Please overcome the difficulties and learn to eat green onions. (Time limit is 24 hours. If you don't complete it, you will drool for three days.)"
Ling Rui opened his mouth. He felt that this system was very capable of causing trouble.
Then he frowned. He didn't want to make a mess. Ling Rui would vomit if he smelled the strong smell of shallots. Of course, this was him. In his memory, the original owner didn't seem to be picky about food.
He didn't know if he had brought this habit with him, which made Ling Rui very sad.
"Director Chen, it's time to have breakfast." Ling Rui called the program team first. After all, the people in the program team eat quickly, but Ling Rui and the others need to set up the food first, and then let the photographer take pictures before they can eat with confidence.
"Here we come." Chen Kezhou nodded with satisfaction, and also ordered the others to eat and work after eating.