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After a week of exhaustion and tortured by this complicated relationship, I finally waited until the weekend and returned home with exhausted body and mind.
The warm faces and caring words of grandparents comforted the wounded hearts and gave them new life.
"Your grandpa went to push some gray noodles yesterday and came back. Let's make noodle soup for lunch today?" Grandma said.
"Eat noodle soup? Good! Comfortable!" The joy in my heart is beyond words.
Noodle soup plays a very important role in my life, it can be said to be my favorite food.
"Grandma, get some more noodle soup, I want a big bowl!"
"Okay!" Grandma responded with a smile.
Pour one liter of flour (farm tools, about 3.3 catties capacity) into the pot, add water and start kneading.
"Come on, Ren Tao, come and knead the noodles, I'll pull some green onions back~" Grandma poured the noodles into the pot and motioned for me to knead the noodles.
I would be more than happy to take over this kind of strength training work, after all, grandma is getting old.
"Add a little less water at a time, it seems that the kneading is very clear, it is too hard to roll~" Grandma still did not forget to warn.
"Got it~" I replied with a smile. We are people who have kneaded dough many times, how could we still make the same mistakes? But every time grandma's admonition sounds so kind.
Pour in the water, insert the chopsticks into the flour, and stir clockwise to let the water blend into the flour.
With the continuous addition of water, the flour was gradually stirred and turned into flour flocs. I felt it roughly, and after feeling almost the same, I freed my hands and started to gather the flour flocs in the pot.
? Hold the noodles tightly with both hands, press against the bottom of the pot, and push and knead back and forth.
Straighten your arms and use the strength of your palm to press the dough on the bottom of the pot and push it forward along the pot. After the dough rolls over the bottom of the pot, it will be squeezed and gradually deformed.
The arm rotates, the palm drives the dough back, and the other side of the dough just comes into contact with the bottom of the pot again and becomes smooth.
Just push it around like this, and keep repeating, the dough gradually becomes smooth and pliable.
After kneading for a while, the formed dough is round and smooth, with a little tenacity.
"How's the noodles?" Grandma came back holding a handful of green peppers and a few shallots.
"Look at it~" I signaled my grandma to look at the dough. We were still a little proud in our hearts. After all, I spent so much time kneading the dough.
"Well, I have to keep kneading, or I won't be able to roll it out later~" Grandma signaled me to keep kneading.
I have no choice but to keep going!
After rubbing back and forth for about half an hour, my arms began to ache, and my grandma signaled that I could rest.
The kneaded dough was placed on the dining table.
The dining table has already been vacated, wipe it clean, and sprinkle a handful of ashes on the table to prevent the dough from sticking. Then put the dough on top, cover with a damp cloth, and wait for the gift of time.
Turn on the fire, and grandma starts to fry the ingredients.
Noodle soup needs great ingredients to bring out its flavor.
Cut the salted vegetables at the end of the year, pour them into the hot oil pan, stir-fry continuously, after frying until fragrant, add the green peppers cut into the end of the year, and stir-fry the spicy flavor of the peppers into the salted vegetables, simple ingredients , is a perfect match.
After the salt vegetables are fried, put them aside, add water directly to the pot, and wait for it to boil.
Grandma uncovered the damp cloth on top of the dough, ready to start rolling out the noodle soup.
The so-called noodle soup is to use a rolling pin to roll the dough thin.
Hold both ends of the rolling pin with both hands, and roll and squeeze the dough back and forth to make the dough thinner.
After the round dough is extruded and deformed, it spreads out like a square table.
After rolling for a period of time, sprinkle a handful of gray flour on the surface, touch it evenly, then roll up the edge of the dough with a rolling pin, turn it over to the back, and continue rolling.
After the dough was rolled to a thickness of about 2 mm, grandma stopped what she was doing.
The noodle soup occupies almost all of the 1.2 meter square table!
"Old man, let's make noodle soup~"
"Okay!" Grandpa dropped the work in his hand and walked in quickly.
"Is the water boiling?" Grandpa asked.
"It will start right away!" An eager atmosphere passed in my heart, and I quickly froze the firewood in the stove to make the flames bigger.
The aluminum cauldron lid began to tremble, leaking a gap from time to time, and white hot air rushed out of it.
Seeing that the time is almost up, I picked up the lid of the pot and said, "Open~"
 "Grandma picked up the kitchen knife, along the edge of the dough, and began to cut it into strips the width of the trouser pocket.
After being separated, grandparents took one piece in each hand and walked to the stove.
The soft noodles are like a belt, put them on your hands, close to the side of the pot, pinch the two ends of the noodles, and stretch them out. After the noodles are stressed, they become thinner and longer.
In the end, squeeze the two ends tightly, and shake them down vigorously. The middle of the noodles sinks under the force, and hits the stove, making a "crack~" sound.
Even if a piece of noodle soup is ready, throw it into the pot and stir it with chopsticks to prevent it from sticking to the pot.
Grandpa and grandma just interacted like this, one strip of noodle soup was thrown into the pot, and after the noodle soup on the table was pulled out, it was ready to be cooked.
At this time, the work of burning the fire was handed over to grandpa, and I started to make the seasoning at the bottom of the bowl.
Two bucket bowls for grandparents.
A porcelain basin, this is mine!
The bowl is big, it holds a lot, and it can be mixed well!
A handful of fried salt vegetables, a little salt, soy sauce, monosodium glutamate, pepper noodles, red oil chili, and a spoonful of lard. If you are lucky, there will be a piece of oil residue, which is perfect!
After the seasoning is done, scoop up a spoonful of boiling water, mix the seasoning evenly, and then sprinkle a few green onions, wait for the noodle soup to cook, pour it into a bowl, perfect! ~
Holding a bowl, sitting at the table, besides the pickled pepper fermented bean curd, there is only a plate of salted vegetables on the table.
But for me, enough is enough! Because there is no need for other dishes to eat noodle soup, just a bowl of noodle soup is comfortable to eat!
After stirring, the unique wheat aroma of the noodle soup comes out, together with the aroma of spicy oil and the compound aroma of salted vegetables, it makes your mouth water when you smell it!
"Huhuhu~" Blow a few breaths gently, so that the surface of the noodle soup is no longer so hot, and the soft noodle soup is wrapped with a complex soup taste, which makes people want to stop!
Maybe most people don't quite understand, why do I like noodle soup so much? Isn't it just a bowl of hand-rolled noodles?
Yes, it is indeed an ordinary bowl of hand-rolled noodles, but its taste and meaning are really different to me!
It can be said that noodle soup has been deeply imprinted in my mind since I can remember.
A few years ago, there was a shortage of supplies, and wheat and the like had to be used for food. Grandpa would use a cart to transport bags of wheat to the warehouse in Chongzhou.
And being able to eat a noodle soup made of fresh gray noodles ground from wheat has become a very luxurious thing in the family. After a long period of waiting and anticipation, it finally converges into a bowl of fragrant noodle soup. Its temptation to me can be imagined. And know. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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