Chapter 142 (2/2)

”Isn't there anything else to cook today?” Another diner asked if he had come to eat sesame oil chicken soup noodles. The flower carving drunk chicken tasted good. The flower carving penetrated into the chicken and the chicken was tender. Then he turned back to visit. But the landlady said that ah Yao had ground rice paste all morning to make rice noodles in order to cross the bridge - ah Yao was the only cook in the store. She focused on new dishes and probably didn't take into account the original dishes.

Sure enough, the landlady nodded, ”sorry, today the store only supplies bridge rice noodles and steam pot chicken, and tomorrow we'll make sesame oil chicken soup noodles.”

Some people want to eat noodles in sesame oil chicken soup. They have never heard of bridge rice noodles. Diners who are not interested in trying new ones have to leave with regret.

”Landlady, you should have confidence in your little Yao Zhu cook. He must have a stuffed nose when he leaves. He has to stay with this soup.” The diner, whose melon seeds were piled into a hill, took a sip intoxicatingly: ”O (* ￣▽ ￣ *) O is fragrant.”

A Yao in the kitchen didn't know what was happening outside. She took the pottery bowl and the specially made steam pot. She warmed the steam pot with hot water and ginger slices, poured out the water, cut the small local chicken into pieces, put green onions, ginger slices and a little salt, covered the cover and steamed it in the pot.

The materials for preparing rice noodles across the bridge are cumbersome. Rice is ground into fine powder, steamed, pressed into vermicelli, boiled in hot water and rinsed in cold water. The soup of fat hens, old ducks and pig bones began to stew early in the morning.

The ingredients are fast. Pork tenderloin, chicken breast and duck gizzard are sliced, tofu slices and carrots are scalded and cut into shreds, coriander and leek flowers are cut into sections, and the city is surrounded by shredded ginger and Magnolia slices. A plate of rice noodles is filled in the middle, while white gourd slices are cooked, put into a bowl in advance, add salt and scallion, and finally a spoonful of soup is boiled, and you can take it out.

”So fast?” The old diner was surprised. Looking at the noodles served, there was no heat in the soup, and he was puzzled by a plate of raw side dishes next to him“ How to eat? ”

”Be careful! There is a thick layer of oil on it. It doesn't smoke. It's actually hot. ” A Yao quickly stopped him from scooping up the soup. If he took this bite, his tongue would be burned and temporarily lose consciousness“ You put the rice noodles and ingredients down slowly, and the meat slices will be cooked after rinsing in the soup. ”

According to the words of the diner, he stirred the rice noodles in the soup with chopsticks and rinsed the chicken breast twice in the soup. As expected, the meat color gradually turned white. ”Hey, there's a mystery. If I take it home, the soup will still be hot when I get home?”

”Yes, it is said that the little lady took it across the Jiuqu bridge to deliver rice to the scholars in the lake. In winter, she found that the rice noodles were still hot in the Lake Pavilion, so it was named cross bridge rice noodles.” A Yao explained.

”What about the steamer chicken?” The diner continued.

”Not so fast. It will take at least an hour.”

The rice noodles across the bridge are covered with a layer of chicken oil. It is not as strong and eye-catching as sesame oil chicken soup noodles, but it tastes very comfortable. Pasta absorbs the soup and tastes soft and rotten for a long time, but rice noodles will not. After soaking the soup for a long time, it is still clear and refreshing. The most important thing is that there are many ingredients for rice noodles across the bridge, and they can rinse by themselves. It is very fresh.

As soon as a Yao sat down in the store, she welcomed the food group of Dali temple.

”Landlady, I don't smell sesame oil chicken soup noodles. What delicious food have you made today?” As soon as the master came in, he asked. He looked around. There were a few people in the store today, but the noodles they ate, a dish of side dishes and a bowl of soup looked very fresh. He was familiar with the way to ask his colleagues to sit down and turn the adjacent table into a big table.

”Yao Zhu?”

”Ah?” A Yao heard someone calling him and looked back

Who called her?

A pair of hands shook in front of her. The man bent down and squatted and smiled: ”you don't remember me. I owe you that I took the trouble to run a case for you when I was in Nanxun.”

Nanxun, case.

A Yao slowly opened her mouth in surprise, stepped back and pointed at him, ”handsome boy, who are you!”