"Miss Wen, you are..." Seeing Ruan Rou's posture, Sheng Yaoshan thought Ruan Ruan was going to put the dough into the pot to cook, no matter how hungry he was, he wouldn't eat the dough directly!
"General Sheng later, the face will be ready soon!" Gentle side turned to Sheng Yaoshan, shallow dimples, crescent-like eyes, Sheng Yaoshan's heart immediately calmed down.
Walking back to the seat in a few steps, he sat down casually, but saw Wen Rou's right hand moving back and forth quickly, as if it was just stroking up and down, and then looked at the snow-white dough in his left hand, it seemed like a magic trick, under the gentle touch , turned into strips, and flew into the boiling water pot.
"Miss Wen, this is..." Sheng Yaoshan was curious for a moment, so he simply got up and approached Rourou again.
"General Sheng will be ready soon!" Rou Rou thought that Sheng Yao Shan was waiting impatiently, so she comforted her softly.
"What kind of noodles is Miss Wen doing?" Sheng Yaoshan asked with great interest.
"Sliced noodles!" Wen Rou replied casually.
"Sliced noodles with a knife? Why don't you see a knife and only meet each other..." Sheng Yaoshan became even more curious.
"Hey, General Sheng's noodle-slicing knife is of course not comparable to your martial arts weapon." Rourou said this, she raised her right hand quite proudly.
Only then did Sheng Yaoshan see clearly that between the index finger and middle finger of Gentle's right hand, a thin piece of iron was tightly clamped. From above, it was impossible to find it. The so-called stroking the dough was in fact Peel the dough one at a time.
As the speed of the iron sheet in Wenrou's hand became faster and faster, the speed at which the dough splashed also increased accordingly.
Although Sheng Yaoshan was standing aside, his eyes couldn't see at all.
Slices of sliced noodles, like large flakes of snowflakes, just fell into the boiling water with moderate force, but there was no splash, and they fell directly into the water.
"Unexpectedly, Miss Wen is still a master of martial arts!" Sheng Yaoshan said with emotion.
This hand is really high. If it wasn't for holding the dough in his hand, he would be a well-trained master with hidden weapons!
"General Sheng was joking, the little girl is not a master of martial arts, but she can't even be called a cook. At best, she is an apprentice!" Rou Rou's face was slightly red, but with both hands occupied, there was no way to hide her slightly hot cheeks.
"Where Miss Wen said, just this hand, even us martial arts practitioners can't do it!" Sheng Yaoshan continued to express his amazement when he saw pieces of noodles flying into the pot.
"This is very simple. General Sheng is serious. If you don't believe me, try it!" Rourou immediately gave up half of her body. Seeing that Sheng Yaoshan was so eager to try, she handed over the dough and the iron piece in her hand.
"How to do this?" Sheng Yaoshan took the dough and the blade. He turned his face to the side to ask a serious question, but his heart was itchy. He didn't expect that this cooking skill also had elements of martial arts, and he thought that cooking skills were all trivial repetitions. What an eye-opener tonight!
Under the dim light of the kitchen, Sheng Yaoshan's handsome side face was outlined more handsomely and three-dimensionally.
The charming lines make people want to reach out and touch them.
Who would have thought that Sheng Yaoshan, the mighty leader of the Great Zhou Army, would be in a kitchen so late. Learn to make sliced noodles with a chef!
"It's very simple, that's it..." Ruan didn't think too much, just stretched out her hand, supported Sheng Yaoshan's left hand with her left hand, gestured with her right hand in the air, and made a forward and backward movement.
actually. Rourou originally wanted to demonstrate it with his hands, but the fact is that Sheng Yaoshan's burly and tall figure could not reach Wenrou from behind, so he could only demonstrate the movements in the air with his bare hands.
Want to come to Sheng Yaoshan so smart. Such a simple action must be comprehensible.
"Is that so?" Sheng Yaoshan asked carefully while waving his right hand, carefully peeling the dough on his left hand.
"Yes, that's right!" Following the movement of Sheng Yaoshan's iron sheet cutting the dough, Wen Rou realized that her left hand was always resting on Sheng Yaoshan's left hand just now.
A sense of warmth and security, along the gentle left hand, has been transmitted to the heart that has already been scarred in the previous life.
The temperature spread from the hand to the whole body in a flash.
Wen Rou felt that not only his face, but also his body began to burn hot.
He suddenly let go of the left hand that had been holding him all the time, and immediately pressed his hands tightly on his face.
It's so hot! It must be as red as a cooked prawn.
"Miss Wen, why can't you cut it! Isn't this piece of iron fast?" Just as Wen Rou covered his face with his hands, Sheng Yaoshan was still struggling with the dough in his hands, and he didn't notice Wen Wen's strange reaction at all.
"Can't cut it?" Rourou felt surprised, still covered her face, and slowly moved closer to Sheng Yaoshan's side.
At this moment, the iron piece on Sheng Yaoshan's right hand was sinking deeply into the soft dough. As Sheng Yaoshan tried hard to peel the dough, the iron piece sank deeper and deeper. In the end, not only the iron piece was covered with dough , that is, on Sheng Yaoshan's right hand, there is also sticky dough.
"Pfft." Rourou couldn't hold back for a moment, and laughed.
It doesn't matter if he smiles, and he doesn't care about his blushing and heartbeat, so he directly comes up with both hands, carefully helps Sheng Yaoshan pull out the iron piece first, and then slowly wipes Sheng Yaoshan's fingers clean with a damp cloth.
"Let me do it!" Wen Rou immediately wanted to take the dough.
After tossing around for a while, Sheng Yaoshan suddenly became interested in this noodle recipe full of martial arts charm, and he probably forgot the hunger in his stomach at all. Once his unyielding temperament comes up, ten cows can't be pulled back .
"I'll try again!" Sheng Yaoshan was stubborn and refused to give up.
"Eh..." Wen Rou couldn't resist him, so she had to give up, shook her head lightly, and then taught him carefully again.
This time, Sheng Yaoshan exerted great strength and finally cut off a large piece of dough in his hand.
"Boom!" As the large piece of dough was cut off, the boiling water in the pot was also startled with a huge splash.
"Be careful, Yaoshan!" Gentle-eyed, watched the big piece of dough fall, and the water in the pot splashed, fearing that the boiling water would scald Sheng Yaoshan who was standing beside him, he flew up and grabbed Sheng Yaoshan's hand, the back of his left hand On the top, there was a solid red water mark scalded by the splashing boiling water.
"Hiss." A searing pain hit immediately.
Gentle subconsciously covered her left hand with her sleeve, the pain, she knew what it was.
"Oh, I'm so stupid! Why is Miss Wen peeling pieces one by one, but mine is a big piece!" Sheng Yaoshan still didn't notice the tenderness at the moment, just looking at the big black noodles in the pot Pimple, my heart was tangled for a while.
"General Sheng doesn't have to worry about it. There is a specialization in surgery. The kitchen is not the general's strong point in the first place. The general should just sit and wait to eat the ready-made!" Gentle forced a smile, and comforted Sheng Yaoshan to sit down. He himself took the dough from Sheng Yaoshan's hand, turned around, and continued to make noodles quickly.
The snow-like noodles flew into the pot, covered, added soup, and boiled again.
When I uncovered the lid again, I saw pieces of white rolling, just now it was snow-like dough pieces, but when I opened the pot now, I could see that the pieces were evenly sized like willow leaves, with attractive complexions, bulging and full of water. Soup, people can't wait to take a bite immediately.
Gently raised his hand, and sprinkled a few green vegetable leaves, the milky white in the pot turned green again, like emerald on white jade.
"General Sheng, that's it!" Wen Rou said, frowning slightly, put salt and coriander in an empty bowl, washed it with the noodle soup boiled in the pot, and immediately used the sliced noodles in the pot The strainer came out, arranged the vegetables, poured a spoonful of the meat sauce that is always in the kitchen, sprinkled some chopped peanuts, pinched a handful of small black pickles, and finally lightly lighted some sour vinegar, a bowl of steaming , sliced noodles overflowing with fragrance, this is ready!
"Ah! It's so delicious!" Sheng Yaoshan took the noodles that Gentle brought over steadily, and paused with his chopsticks.
At first, I tasted it in small bites, but in the end, I only heard a muffled noise in the kitchen. Looking at Shengyao Mountain again, I couldn’t care less about talking. I just hated that the bowl of noodles was too hot, so I couldn’t swallow it. I could only suck it and eat it while blowing it. Very enjoyable!
The dough kneaded by hand is delicious, and the elasticity of the noodles hits my teeth!
Served with a savory meat sauce, coriander and pickles, and vinegar to enhance the taste, no more, no less, just right!
When I looked again, I saw that Sheng Yaoshan's bowl was empty!
Even the noodle soup was eaten up.
"Ah! It's so delicious!" Sheng Yaoshan wiped his mouth and hiccupped.
"General Sheng finished eating?" Rourou approached to clean up the dishes.
"Well, Miss Wen's craftsmanship is really good, she can make such ordinary noodles so superbly! It seems that the provincial capital is afraid to keep you!" Sheng Yaoshan wiped his mouth and said with a smile.
"General Sheng is joking again, the little girl just came to the provincial capital from Xianyang, does the general want me to go back?" Gentle turned around and was about to wash the dishes.
"Hehe, I have bothered you so much tonight, the noodles are not ready, Yaoshan must come and wash this bowl!" After Sheng Yaoshan said, he forcibly took his bowl and chopsticks from Gentle hands, put them in the sink and began to wash them familiarly.
"The general can also wash dishes?" He asked with a gentle smile.
"When marching and fighting, you have to do everything yourself. Of course, this matter is not a problem!" Sheng Yaoshan said, the dishes and pots had already been washed.
"It's getting late, thank you Miss Wen for your hospitality tonight, Yaoshan will definitely invite Miss Wen back someday, and leave, Miss Wen should go to bed early!" Sheng Yaoshan clasped his fists and stepped back to go out, his handsome figure disappearing into the night.
Leaning gently on the gate, she watched Sheng Yaoshan leave.
It was only when he couldn't see it that he felt a piercing pain in his hand.
At this time, not far away, a familiar figure was walking slowly.