C13 Clear Soup Plain Noodles Triggered the Mystery

Wang Nanyuan doesn't know if she slept last night.

He still hadn't regained his senses. Wang Qingtan's appearance had almost completely overturned his imagination of having a father for nearly 20 years. From his step-father's description, His father, Wang Qingtan, should have been cold and experienced, profound and wise. But. . . He couldn't understand. When he woke up early in the morning, Sleeping in the room, he tiptoed to the door and thought of going to the main room to take a look. Was that funny and funny father really crazy or fake? However, when he pulled the door open, there was an exclamation at the door. A person fell in. Wang Nanyuan took a closer look and saw that it was his father, Wang Qingtan.

"What are you doing at my door?" Before Wang Nanyuan could finish his question, Wang Qingtan turned around. He dusted off the dust on his body and turned around to leave. He took two steps forward and turned around like a child. He secretly glanced at Wang Nanyuan. The moment he saw Wang Nanyuan's eyes, he immediately looked away. Wang Nanyuan took a big step forward. He grabbed Wang Qingtan's arm and didn't know what to call him. "Uh. . . That what?" Wang Qingtan turned around and broke free from Wang Nanyuan's hand.

" That. . . That's that 'Hundred Treasure Variant', it's on you! That, if you have it, give it to me. There's nothing wrong with passing the treasure to your own son, right? "

Wang Qingtan jumped away and muttered: "There is? No way. No? There was. . . There was? No. . . No? Yes. . . " He ran back to his room as if he was running and closed the door with a bang.

Wang Nanyuan was very depressed. He stared blankly at the door of the room for a long time. Then, he turned around and walked out of the door of the nine rooms. He walked towards the "Hua Dali" restaurant under the Feng Shui tree at the entrance of the village.

The moment he entered "Hua Dali," Wang Nanyuan realized that the "Hua Dali" in the morning didn't seem to be peaceful. In the hall, other than the little shop assistant who was sweeping the floor, the main street behind seemed to be quite lively. Wang Nanyuan quickly walked through the hall. In the back of the hall was a large "Dao Tan" the size of half a basketball court. (Nanxi River villagers commonly call the courtyard Dao Tan). There were a lot of strange long wooden shelves that were as tall as a person. Two rows of neatly arranged small holes appeared on each wooden shelf. Beside them were many thin bamboo poles that corresponded to the diameter of these holes. In the tank of the main road, Xiao Xiaoyun was playing with Zhen Haochi, who was holding two thin poles that were about one meter long and two identical poles. On the other side, Xiao Xiaoyun was as light as a swallow. Zhen Haochi's round body was rolling around like a rubber ball.

"Go away, go away, move to the side!" Hua Xiaomeng shouted. She raised Xiao Xiaoyun and Zhen Haochi's bamboo poles high in the air, but the difference was. . . The bamboo poles in his hands were wrapped with thick white noodles. Behind him. . . Following closely behind him was a bamboo pole that was twice as tall as Hua Dateng's and wrapped around thick noodles.

Wang Nanyuan didn't know that this was the famous delicacy of Nanxi, the "8 Words Plain Noodles. "

Every year when the new wheat came out, the flour of every household in Nanxi would be mixed with the right amount of salt. They would choose a sunny day where the east wind would brush the dough to make the "plain noodle" that was as fine as hair and as white and flexible.

On the first night, they would make the noodles well. On the next morning, they would go through several procedures, such as opening strips, rubbing the noodles, twisting the dough, cooked noodles, pulling the sun, and so on. Then, he took advantage of the good sunshine and the east wind to sunbathe the thin noodles under the sun. At night, he would be able to harvest the fragrant plain noodles. On both sides of Nanxi, including Lotus Rui Village. People often gave plain faces to their friends and family. When a woman sat on a moon, as a grandmother, she inevitably had to take a long basket and fold it in the shape of a "8" plain face. It was a blessing for the newborns. Therefore, in the moon. . . When the family members came to "watch the moon," they would be able to happily drink a different flavor of "plain noodle soup. "

At this moment, Wang Nanyuan suddenly understood. It turned out that he had been wondering what the long wooden box that was placed beside the wall in front of Hua Dali Hall, which had many holes, was for. It turned out that this was a procedure that had to go through in order to make plain noodles. The dough that had been woken up beforehand was pulled into a thick and rough rope. Bit by bit, it was wrapped around small and thin bamboo poles. The bamboos that had been wrapped around would be placed into this long wooden cabinet. This wooden cabinet was called a cabinet, and the surface of the cabinet would naturally extend due to gravity. After covering the temperature for a night, the noodles would wake up. At this moment, Wang Nanyuan just happened to catch up with Asparagus and Hua Dameng, who were pulling the noodles out of the cabinet and about to take them to Dao Tan under the sun to pull the noodles out.

Wang Nanyuan stood on the side of the road tank and watched Hua Dumeng shouting as he walked towards the suntan shelf of the road tank. Suddenly, he saw Xiao Yunzhi leading a man and a woman into the road tank, followed by the final success of the void. Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yumeng, Xiao Yumeng, Xiao Yumeng, Xiao Yumeng, Xiao Yumeng, Xiao Yumeng, Xiao Yumeng, Xiao Yumeng and Xiao Yumeng. The tall, bearded man was holding a camera in his hand, and the tall woman beside him was also holding a camera in her hand. Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi, Xiao Yunzhi. . .

The moment they entered the room, they started taking pictures of Asparagus and Hua Xiaomeng, as well as the display cabinet and the drying rack. However. . . Wang Nanyuan could clearly feel the four pairs of eyes shooting at him through everything in front of him. At the same time, he keenly felt that Zhen Haochi's eyes would also constantly intertwine with each other. Wang Nanyuan composed himself and glanced at Weeping. However, the asparagus in front of him was calm and composed. She put her heart and soul into her plain face and said, Pull out the dough rope from the wooden basin. She pressed "8" in a circle and wrapped it around two bamboo rods with a fixed distance. A set of 60 circles. Not much, not little, a pair of jade arms crossed up and down. Ten fingers wound left and right, up and down, left and right. That movement was like a Wing Chun expert beating a wooden pole, full of movement. In this wonderful rhythm, The strands of plain noodles were already hanging on the thin and round bamboo stick, and the wind was blowing. The noodles that were as thin as a strand of hair swayed gently, and the fine threads flew about as if they were strumming the strings of a zither. Under the sunlight, the snow was so white that it dazzled the eyes. . .

A round of applause came from the slender and tall woman's palms. Xiao Yunzhi went forward to introduce everyone. "Everyone, he said. These two are the cultural ambassadors of the International Cultural Organization, and this man is called Barter, He is a photographer, and this lady is called Juliet, a travel writer. The one who has become good friends with you is the gourmet Zhen Haochi. They've come to our Lotus Village. It is because of my recommendation that we wish to spread the thousand year old culture of our Lotus Village to the entire world. Therefore, we will try our best to cooperate with their work. "

Juliet took a step forward and asked Reed, "Miss, I heard that this plain noodle technique has a thousand years of history in your village. Do you have any top secret recipes?"

Leaf'er glanced at Juliet and said lightly, "There are no secret manuals for making plain noodles in Nanxi. From the beginning to the end, it was all manually done. The only additive was salt. There was nothing else. As for why the noodles made with the ancient method were so flexible, it could not be answered. Even our descendants of the plain plane were unable to answer. Many a time, we had no choice but to believe in the experiences of our ancestors. I only know how to waste time and effort, and how to use my mind. I just made noodles according to my ancestors' methods, and I didn't dare to change it in the slightest. "

As she spoke, the work in her hands did not stop. Hua Dumeng watched on in a daze. He said, "Ye'er, I dare not change the methods of our ancestors to make noodles. However, I've always been thinking that one day, if there's an innovative Nanxi Vegetable Noodle Soup in my Ou Cuisine menu, then it can't be any better. "

Luye'er said, "Sure, wait a moment. " As she said that, she turned around and walked towards Hua Dali's kitchen. Not long after, Ashiya asked the waiter to bring out a tray with five bowls of cooked plain noodles on it.

When Hua Dateng saw this, he clapped his hands and shouted, Ah! Ah! "Luye'er, take me in as your disciple!"

It turned out that Luye'er had poured the pasta, Sichuan Cuisine, Lu Cuisine, Cantonese Cuisine, and so on and so forth. She cooked four bowls of plain noodles with completely different flavors, leaving only a bowl of original flavored vegetable broth. This bowl of original taste vegetable broth. . . With the clear broth as the accompaniment and the Nanxi Glutinous Yellow Wine as well. With the combination of shrimp, mushroom, onion, egg silk and two pieces of green spinach, threads of white and clean noodles floated in the clear soup. It was like a white lotus flower blooming in a clear pond, emitting a tempting fragrance.

"Ye Er, I've always wanted to improve our thousand year old plain noodle soup. However, I never dared to change it, fearing that it would spoil my reputation. My master scolded me for ruining the reputation of the dish. You've really given me a good start today. I want to worship you and bravely innovate my new dish. "

Xiao Xiaoyun was amused when he heard that. He jumped forward and said, "Is it that easy? You want to acknowledge me as your master? Hurry up and kowtow to Ye'er! "

Ye'er said, "There's no need to kowtow. I just want us to remember, no matter how innovative Master Wu's skills are, no matter what changes are, in the end, we will return to the source. The true source of our innovation and development is the root of it. "

As he spoke, Xiao Yunzhi said," This will be a good article! The void is finally completed. Hurry up and serve us! "

"Hahaha, don't waste your time. Isn't there a pen, ink, and inkstone in our Lian Rui Village?" Along with a series of childish laughter, Wang Qingtan jumped over the short and short wall of Barbarian Rock Lei. After entering the main road tank, Hua Dali anxiously called out, "Such a fragrant plain noodle soup. Are you just craving for me? Why didn't you call me for such a good thing? Quick, quick, quick, quick! Bring me chopsticks!"

Wang Qingtan's sudden appearance caused the three foreigners' eyes to suddenly become nervous. Wang Nanyuan and Luye'er had already seen all of this clearly.