When Jiang Yanyi and Feng Shuo were about to go back, the old man chased them out with three jars of wine.
Feng Shuo raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked, "Are you planning to give it to me as a gift?"
The old man gave him a jar and said, "This one is for you. Please help me run errands for the remaining two jars and deliver them to Shiligang."
Jiang Yanyi didn't know where Shiligang was, but Feng Shuo frowned when he heard the place name.
The old man said, "The soldiers guarding there have not had a hot meal for ten days or half a month. They have to eat cold buckwheat cakes every day. In such a cold weather, they can't warm up without drinking some wine."
Feng Shuo said nothing and took the three jars of wine.
The old man said to Jiang Yanyi again: "I will wait a few days to deliver the wine and drinks you ordered."
His place is remote, and Jiang Yanyi was afraid that it would be inconvenient for him to deliver the wine and drinks, so he said: "Give me a date, and I will directly send someone to deliver it, saving you the trouble."
The old man smiled and said, "It's no trouble. I just happened to be visiting the city."
Jiang Yanyi just thought that the old man had some old friends in Xizhou City, but when Feng Shuo heard his words, something flashed quickly in his eyes.
To get to Shiligang, they had to walk some distance to the suburbs. The two men rode their horses out of Meilin and passed by a village. Along the way were low houses made of loess. It was difficult to see people outside. Even if there were children playing outside, they were all thinly dressed, pale and skinny, almost skin and bones. They rolled a snowball and put it in their mouths to chew on it.
When they saw them passing by on horseback, most children would shy away.
Jiang Yanyi thought that the families he had seen in the south of the city were already poor enough, but when he saw this village, he realized that he had underestimated the sufferings of this world.
Feng Shuo sat behind her. Jiang Yanyi couldn't see the expression on his face. She only heard his low voice, "These people had a hard time living before the war. Now that the world is in chaos, they don't know how to live."
Xizhou is a poor place. The prosperity of the main city is only comparable to that of some small towns in other states. The poverty of the villages in the suburbs is ingrained in their bones and cannot be changed overnight.
Feng Shuo remained silent along the way.
+ Ligang is behind the village. From afar you can see a brazier burning on the sentry tower. The thatched roof is covered with a thick layer of snow. Because of the brazier, the rising heat melts the snow, revealing the withered thatch.
Two sentries stood on the watchtower with their necks hunched. They saw them approaching on horseback from afar. They raised their bows and arrows and shouted something. Feng Shuo made a hand gesture, and the two sentries put down their bows and arrows.
There was also a fire burning under the watchtower. Three sentries huddled together with their arms folded. Above the fire was a pot with snow boiling in it. It was freezing cold and the lake was frozen. If they wanted to drink water, they could only melt the snow.
One of the sentries was flipping over something that looked like a pancake in the fire. It was unclear whether it was burnt or the pancake was originally black, but the sentry handed the pancake to his two companions. They didn't mind that it was covered with charcoal ash and just chewed it and swallowed it.
Feng Shuo got off the horse alone and walked over carrying the jar of wine.
The sentinels were the lowest-ranking soldiers and had no chance to see Feng Shuo, and did not recognize him. They had previously seen him using sign language that was used for military communications, so they thought he was just a junior general.
When Feng Shuo handed over the three jars of wine, the sentinel leader said happily, "Didn't you only buy two jars?"
Feng Shuo patted his shoulder and said, "The remaining jar is a gift to you. Don't drink too much and cause trouble."
The sentry leader grimaced in the cold, holding up his dirty armor and cotton robe, and said, "Don't worry, young general. We brothers have to rely on these jars of wine to warm ourselves up at night this month. If we just drink them, we will probably freeze to death here the next night."
Feng Shuo frowned when he heard him say this and asked, "Are there enough military rations?"
The sentry who was baking bread replied, "There is enough food, but the coarse buckwheat bread has been left out for too long and is as hard as stone. We have to bake it in the fire before we can eat it."
They spoke very loudly, and Jiang Yanyi could hear them clearly even on horseback.
She also saw the black pancakes baked by the sentries. She picked them up from the ashes and found them burnt to a crisp.
In such cold weather, eating something hot and spicy will make your stomach feel better, but the sentinels standing guard here don't have that condition.
When she was looking at the watchtower, several sentries also secretly looked at her from time to time, with eyes that were not malicious but purely curious.
This place is remote and freezing cold. Even hares are reluctant to leave their holes, so the sentries have almost no chance to see the young girl. Jiang Yanyi's cloak is large and her hat almost covers half of her face, but she sits gracefully on the horse's back, becoming a sight in herself.
The sentinel leader asked Feng Shuo with a smile: "Is the person on the horse the young general's new wife?"
In their opinion, only newlyweds would go out of the city to enjoy the snow on such a snowy day.
The word "Madam" sounded particularly pleasant to Feng Shuo's ears. He turned his head to glance at Jiang Yanyi, and nodded with a smile on his lips that he didn't even notice.
The sentinels said with envy: "The young general is so lucky. I wish him and his wife a long and happy marriage."
Once you join the army, you risk your life for the future. Today you can sit here and eat some burnt cakes, but tomorrow you may be splashed with blood on the battlefield. When you retire, they want to save some money to get married, have a big fat boy, and often be filial to their parents. This is their biggest goal.
Feng Shuo said, "Thank you."
When returning, Jiang Yanyi asked Feng Shuo: "What were you talking about over there?"
At first the voice was loud and she could still hear it, but later when the voice became quieter she could not hear it anymore. However, the sentinels looked at her several times and seemed to be saying something to Feng Shuo with a smile.
Feng Shuo lied without blushing or beating his heart: "We were talking about the border defense."
Although Jiang Yanyi had some doubts, she was successfully diverted from the topic. Thinking of the burnt biscuits baked by the sentinels, she asked, "Why don't the military camps directly distribute food to the sentinels in these remote sentry towers and let them cook their own food?"
Feng Shuo replied with two words: "Trouble."
There are so many sentries, and once food is given, oil and salt must also be rationed, which is not a small project. Moreover, if there is any unusual movement, the sentries must report back as soon as possible, and they carry bread with them so that they can eat at any time. If they are given food and asked to cook it themselves, there is only one pot, and if something unexpected happens, one of the sentries may go hungry.
Based on the lessons learned from past dynasties, distributing the prepared dough cakes is the wisest choice.
Jiang Yanyi said with emotion: "These soldiers stationed in the sentry tower are also very hard-working."
It was hard to tell whether Feng Shuo's voice was vicissitudes or coldness: "It's no time to complain when there's food to eat."
When the Minghan Kingdom in the south broke through the border town and cut off the food supply, he and his soldiers gnawed on tree bark and grass roots. If he had not had a trace of sanity left, he would have eaten the flesh and blood of his dead comrades.
Jiang Yanyi had stayed in the Xizhou camp for a period of time, and he knew that life was not easy for the lowest-level soldiers. As the person in charge of a military camp, Feng Shuo had done his best to ensure that ordinary soldiers had enough to eat, but it was definitely impossible for them to eat well.
He supported an army of more than 20,000 people, not just a few hundred or a few thousand.
Jiang Yanyi suddenly thought of instant noodles in later generations, which could fill the stomach whether eaten dry or soaked in water.
In fact, during the Han Dynasty when she originally lived, there was also an ancient version of "instant noodles", which was invented by Han Xin, Marquis of Huaiyin, and was called "xue noodles".
It is simply made by mixing buckwheat flour with wheat flour and baking it into a thin pancake as big as a pot lid. After drying, it is cut into strips. When eating, it is put into boiling water, scooped into a bowl, added with oil and chili. Although it can only be stored for three to five days, it can solve the problem of food for the three armies in a short time.
She had only been in the Huotou Camp for a short time, and there had been no war in the Xizhou Camp, so Jiang Yanyi really had no idea whether she had met this world before.
However, eating noodles is still inconvenient for sentry posts. In contrast, instant noodles of later generations can be used in such places.
—When conditions permit, you can just boil water and eat a bowl of hot noodle soup, and you can also eat it with buckwheat flour cakes, which can warm the stomach and fill the stomach. If conditions permit, you can eat instant noodles, which will not be wasted.
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Jiang Yan thought about it all the way, and after returning to his shop, when it was time to make soup in the evening, he took out some flour and tried to make instant noodles.
She kneaded and kneaded the dough in the same way as making ordinary noodles, and only started stretching the noodles when the dough was almost kneaded.
Stretched noodles are made by repeatedly folding and pulling two strips together: roll the dough into long strips, hold one end of the noodles with each hand, and the strength must be just right. If you don't hold it tightly, the noodles will fall to the ground and the dough will be almost ruined. If you use too much force, the noodles will easily break. It can be said that it is a test of the chef's skills.
When stretching the noodles, the right hand puts the noodles on the left hand and then lets go. At the same time, the left hand flips the noodles upwards to make a twist, and then throws it on the chopping board, and the noodles become chewy. Experienced noodle-stretching chefs do this step like performing acrobatics, and can even throw the noodles in several different ways.
Many noodles are evolved from stretched noodles. 70% of the noodles are large pulled noodles, and 20% of the noodles are dragon beard noodles.
The noodles stretched by hand are smooth and chewy, which is absolutely incomparable to the dough churned by industrial machines.
When Jiang Yanyi was learning how to stretch noodles, the old master who taught her often sighed and said that in the early years, any restaurant in the country, as long as it was a noodle shop, the chef in charge of the shop was very skilled, and even had to rely on the skill of stretching noodles to attract customers. Now it is basically difficult to see such a thing. Young people who learn to cook are more concerned about quick learning. Even if they have a noodle mixer, they are not willing to spend the hard work to learn these things. The older generation sometimes really worries that these skills passed down from generation to generation will have no successors.
The trend of an era will not stop because of the persistence of a few people, but in his previous life, Jiang Yanyi gave up his job in the big city after graduating from university and returned to the old city to plan to open a time-honored hot pot restaurant.
That was her grandfather's lifelong wish. In different times, a craft means different things in the eyes of different generations. What young people think is dispensable may be something that the older generation works diligently and is afraid of losing.
In her previous life, her parents opposed her because she gave up her high education and good job to return to the old city, but Jiang Yanyi felt that reading some books and seeing some people and things did not mean that she had to be trapped in the secular way of life. Reading books and knowing people was just to be wise and polite. She had seen the appearance behind this glitz and glamor, and she still preferred the fireworks of cooking with a pot and a spoon.
Jiang Yanyi stopped reminiscing, stretched the noodles, rolled the dough into a bowl, and when it was almost half full, he put it into the steamer.
Stretching noodles is rather troublesome. If the instant noodles are successfully made, they will need to be produced in batches later. As for making noodles, Jiang Yanyi plans to use the same method as making dried noodles, otherwise it will be too much trouble.
Instant noodles in later generations, whether fried or non-fried, have to go through the step of steaming the noodles, otherwise the noodles cannot be eaten directly by soaking in water.
Fried instant noodles contain very little water, so bacteria cannot grow. They can be stored for a long time and taste good, but the fat in the noodles may deteriorate over time.
Non-fried instant noodles skip the frying step and are directly dried. Their water content is higher than that of fried noodles, and their shelf life may not be as long as that of fried noodles. Although their taste is not as good as that of fried noodles, they are healthier.
Jiang Yanyi also prefers non-fried instant noodles, for the simple reason that oil was too expensive in ancient times!
She opened her own shop and it was okay for her to make a little to try out something new, but if she wanted to make a large amount of dough, it would be very wasteful of oil, and fried food that was fried repeatedly would not be healthy.
While she was sitting behind the stove thinking about this, the kitchen door opened.
Qiu Kui got up at night and saw Jiang Yanyi was still awake, so she couldn't help but come over to check: "Hua Hua, are you still busy so late?"
"Try to make some snacks." Jiang Yanyi said with a smile: "Go back to sleep, I won't be busy here for long."
It was cold outside, Qiu Kui walked into the kitchen with his neck shrunk: "I had a nightmare and couldn't sleep."
Jiang Yanyi moved the stool inside to make room for her so she could warm herself by the fire: "Why are you having nightmares again?"
Qiu Kui looked a little sad: "I dreamed about my parents and my aunt."
When she mentioned her parents, Jiang Yanyi remembered the good household registration documents that she had asked Feng Shuo to help her get. She comforted Qiu Kui and said, "Household registration documents have to be approved by various levels, and it is common to take several months to get them. Now that there is a war in the south, the ministers in the court may be busy offering advice on how to quell the rebellion, so the household registration issue may not be approved so quickly."
Qiu Kui shook her head: "There's no rush for the household registration. I feel very safe here with Hua Hua, and I want to follow Hua Hua for the rest of my life."
Jiang Yanyi touched her head: "Silly girl."
The steamed buns were cooked. Jiang Yanyi opened the lid of the steamer and left it to dry. She still planned to make some fried buns. She poured a lot of oil into a small pot, and when the oil was hot, she fried five buns.
The dough is soft after steaming. Although it is shaped in the bowl, it becomes weird in shape after being put into the pot. In order to avoid turning it over too much, Jiang Yanyi waits until the oil has fried the dough into shape before turning it over with a spatula. She scoops the squeezed dough into a colander to control the oil.
Qiu Kui had been with Jiang Yanyi for so long and had eaten a lot of delicious food. But now, looking at this strange way of making noodles, he didn't have any appetite at all. He just said, "Huahua, this noodles you made doesn't look very delicious."
Jiang Yanyi said: "We have only just started, it has not yet taken shape."
She lit the oven outside, put the five fried cakes and the five unfried cakes into the oven, and then began to prepare the seasoning.
Jiang Yanyi cut some meat into cubes, put sesame oil in the pan and stir-fried the meat until cooked. Then he added ginger, dogwood, pepper, minced garlic, cardamom, fennel and other spices, mixed with lard and stir-fried until fragrant. He added salt and drizzled a spoonful of the prepared broth to enhance the flavor.
The seasoning has a strong numbing flavor, but dogwood cannot compare to chili peppers, so the spiciness is a bit bland.
Jiang Yanyi dipped a little of the sauce with chopsticks and tasted it. He felt that although the taste was not as good as the seasonings of later generations, it was still acceptable.
lard can keep things fresh for a long time without spoiling, but the meat she fried was fresh meat, which may not be preserved for long. Next time, Jiang Yanyi thinks of using dried meat.
The aroma of the seasoning aroused her appetite, but the dough in the oven would take a while to bake. Jiang Yanyi was bored waiting, so she saw a few pieces of lotus root in the corner of the kitchen and turned to ask Qiu Kui, "Do you want to eat braised lotus root?"
Okra started drooling when Jiang Yanyi was preparing the seasoning. When Jiang Yanyi asked her, she nodded quickly and diligently picked up the lotus root nodes and began to peel them.
Jiang Yanyi peeled the okra and cut the lotus root into slices, then soaked and washed them in water. After all the slices were cut, he put them into a pot with cold water to cook them down. After boiling for a few minutes, he turned off the heat, scooped out the lotus root slices and drained them in a colander.
Drain the water in the pot, heat the oil and sauté the ginger and garlic, add the spices such as pepper, fennel, bay leaves, cardamom in turn, pour in half of the lotus root and stir-fry evenly, add salt and some sugar to enhance the flavor, then add some soy sauce for color. Jiang Yanyi generously added a spoonful of broth to enhance the flavor, and finally added water to simmer until the sauce is reduced.
This is the five-spice braised lotus root. After taking the pot off the heat, Jiang Yanyi washed the pot clean and added the seasonings again according to the same steps, but this time she added a handful of dogwood. She loves spicy food, so how can she not make it spicy!
Jiang Yanyi made a large pot of five-spice braised lotus root and spicy braised lotus root. When she sat by the fire pit with Qiu Kuai eating and chatting, she felt that these days were no different from the days in the past when she would eat Juewei food while watching TV series or reading novels.
When Jiang Yanyi thought of Juewei, his saliva began to secrete again. He missed the taste of duck neck!
By the time the instant noodles in the oven had dried up, the two had enjoyed the braised lotus root and didn't want to eat instant noodles anymore, so Jiang Yanyi put the prepared noodles in the cupboard, planning to try them again tomorrow.
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On the second day, considering that Chu Yangui was still recovering from his injuries and needed to take in enough nutrition, Jiang Yanyi cooked some peanut and pork bone porridge. The peanuts were stewed until they were soft and the pork bones could be separated from the meat with a light bite. The side dish was a dish of braised lotus root.
Chu Yangui did not sleep soundly last night, and he could hear the noises in the kitchen clearly. This morning, he tried the five-spice braised lotus root with a bowl of porridge, and found it indeed crispy and refreshing, with a long aftertaste. If Jiang Yanyi had not said that he was injured and forbade him to eat spicy food, he would have wanted to try the spicy braised lotus root that made Chu Zhong gasp.
At noon, the business in the restaurant was good. A diner saw Qiu Kui eating the braised lotus root and wanted to try it, so he asked for a plate of braised lotus root. However, he did not expect that the braised lotus root was so popular. Jiang Yanyi, who had originally been freed from the kitchen, had to go back into the kitchen to help.
Today is a military day off, so Chef Li and Boss Zhao come to see her together, a rare occasion.
Chef Li and Chef Yao are old friends. One is fat and the other is thin. Their banter at the stove is quite funny. Jiang Yanyi laughs happily listening to them talk.
Mr. Zhao traveled a long way just to listen to the old scholar's storytelling.
Cook Li complained to Jiang Yanyi: "That old guy, even though the military camps don't have private kitchens now, many people still come to the fire camp late at night just to listen to him retell a few stories, which makes him very proud."
Yao, the chef, with his big pot on his shoulders, said with a smile, "With the booming business of the boss's shop, I think he can even open a restaurant."
Chef Li is not as careless as Chef Yao. He is very practical in everything he does. After hearing what Chef Yao said, he shook his head and said, "We have to take one step at a time. Girl, this shop hasn't been open for long. I'm afraid you won't be able to come up with that much extra money. You should save it up."
The money required to run a restaurant is not a small sum.
Jiang Yanyi herself has also been worried about her shop recently. Her shop is too small and she has lost a lot of customers. The best antique soup in the whole Xizhou City is made here and by Lai Fu Antique Soup. Many people who can't eat in her shop go to Lai Fu Antique Soup.
The clear soup mutton hotpots of the two restaurants are equally good, but Jiang Yanyi's restaurant has more variety, with a variety of novel side dishes, Feng Shuo's fu as its signature dish, and the chef Yao in charge. In addition, the storytelling of the old scholar is really attractive, which is why it has always been better than Lai Fu's antique soup.
However, such suppression is nothing to Lai Fu Restaurant. Her restaurant can only accommodate such a small amount of customers, and the excess customers will still flow to Lai Fu.
After hearing what Chef Li said, Yao said, "The money issue is easy to handle. Just get some people to invest in it."
With the current influence of Jiang Yanyi's Gudong Soup, it is not difficult for her to cooperate with merchants to raise funds. However, if the dividends are distributed according to shares, then when the hot pot restaurant that she has worked hard to run becomes profitable, others will make the lion's share, while she will be busy running around every day like a wage earner, which is a bit uncomfortable.
Jiang Yanyi said, "I'll think about this carefully before I make any decision."
The money she has now is enough to expand the store and open another branch, but it is really a stretch to buy a restaurant.
If she borrowed from the Chu family, she thought about the personalities of her uncles and felt that she might be entangled by them. If she just talked to Chu Changping, it would be possible, but it would most likely turn out that Chu Changping funded her to open a store and then refused to accept her repayment.
While Jiang Yanyi was still thinking about this, Chef Yao opened the cupboard to look for seasonings. He happened to see the dough she put into the cupboard and asked curiously, "Boss, what is this?"
Jiang Yanyi then remembered the instant noodles he made last night.
She said: "The noodles I tried to make can be eaten after just soaking them in boiling water!"
This was really strange. Chef Yao, Chef Li and Aunt Guo had never heard of noodles being eaten in this way. Even though they were busy, they couldn't help but look over here.
Jiang Yanyi found two large bowls, put the two kinds of dough into them respectively, scooped a spoonful of seasoning from the solidified lard seasoning and put it in, and poured boiling water into the bowls to cover the dough.
The oil started to melt when it was hit by the boiling water, and the aroma inside wafted out. Jiang Yanyi covered it with a lid and said, "We'll be able to eat it soon."
After simmering for about three minutes, Jiang Yanyi opened the lid and found that both dough cakes were softened. She used chopsticks to stir the seasoning in the soup evenly, and oil beads instantly floated on the surface of the soup.
The noodles had not been squeezed by the pressing plates used in industrial production lines, so they were not curled in shape. They were straight like ordinary noodles, but the taste was not much different. The fried ones tasted better than the non-fried ones. The seasoning packet used dogwood instead of chili peppers, which was a little disappointing for Jiang Yanyi, but the taste was acceptable.
Chef Li and Chef Yao are experts in cooking. It was the first time for them to see noodles that could be eaten by just soaking them in boiling water. It was really novel. They took wooden chopsticks to pick up some noodles to taste them. After looking at each other, they were speechless for a long time.
Jiang Yanyi didn't think the rollover was that serious, but seeing the expressions of the two, he couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"
Chef Li did not answer. Instead, he picked up a piece of dough that had not been soaked in water from the cupboard, put it under his nose and smelled it, then broke off a small piece and tasted it.
He asked Jiang Yanyi: "Can you eat this Suo Bing you made dry?"
Jiang Yanyi nodded: "You can eat it dry, it's all steamed, but the taste may not be as good as soaked."
Yao the chef was surprised and said, "Boss, I have never seen such a kind of soba in my life."
Compared to Chef Yao's expressive expression, Chef Li is much more restrained. After all, he works in a military camp and has seen all kinds of storms. He usually manages hundreds of people under him and has his own majesty.
Chef Li didn't say anything, and Jiang Yanyi felt a little nervous.
After a moment, he nodded and said in approval: "You made this Suo Bing interestingly. It is convenient to eat it dry or soak it in water."
Jiang Yanyi thought, the name is "instant noodles", how can it not be convenient.
She said, "I saw the soldiers in a sentry tower on the outskirts of the city eating cold buckwheat cakes. I learned that they couldn't have a hot meal for ten days or half a month, so I came back and tried to make this buckwheat cake."
Cook Li had just tasted the instant noodles she made and knew that they were made entirely of refined flour, so he shook his head and said, "Now that there is a war in the south, food and grass are hard to come by. The soldiers in the camp are all eating buckwheat porridge. It is impossible to make buckwheat cakes with such refined flour to supply the entire army. But I can go back and report to the generals in the camp and see what they say. If it works, I will buy the recipe from you later."
Since it was just to help the military camp, Jiang Yanyi didn't think about the money. She said, "Why would I need money to buy it? I can just tell you, Master."
Chef Li said with a fierce face: "Girl, you should distinguish between public and private matters. Do you think the military camp is short of money to buy your recipes? I don't know how you can open a shop with your personality!"
Jiang Yanyi felt embarrassed by his scolding, so Chef Yao chimed in, "Come on, Lao Li, the boss is a generous person, unlike you, an old man, who has been whining and haggling all his life!"
Chef Li was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "This is my apprentice. If I don't teach her, I'm afraid she will run into an old man like you who relies on your age to get away with it!"
"Hey, you old fool, why are you scolding me?"
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The two of them started to argue with each other again. Jiang Yanyi's attempts to mediate were in vain, so he could only let the two old naughty boys continue to make trouble.
Chef Li went back to the military camp that day with a few pancakes and seasonings, and asked Jiang Yanyi to wait for news.
Before any news came from the military camp, a merchant caravan came into the store to eat hotpot. They accidentally saw Jiang Yanyi making instant noodles with boiling water. They exclaimed it was magical and asked for a bowl of noodles. After tasting it, they were surprised to find it tasted good.
The caravan traveled far and wide and often had trouble finding a place to stay. Sometimes the food in the inn they stayed in was not so satisfactory, so they immediately decided to buy some more bread from Jiang Yanyi and take it with them to eat on the road, which was convenient and saved trouble.
Later generations of instant noodles were advertised as not containing preservatives. This was simply because the water content in the noodles was low, bacteria could not grow, and the noodles were kept under sterile conditions, so they could be kept for a long time.
Because there were no vacuum packaging bags, Jiang Yanyi didn't know how long her homemade instant noodles would last. She could only tell the merchant who bought the noodles: "If you find that the noodles have gone bad, you can't eat them."
The rich businessman seemed to have heard a joke, "What the store owner said is true, we are not stupid."
Jiang Yanyi felt a little ashamed. In this era when there was no concept of food shelf life, people judged whether food was edible by looking at the color change and smelling it. During famine and war, no one cared about these things. After all, people would snatch even tree bark and grass roots.
She sealed the dough with wax paper and put the seasoning solidified with lard in a bamboo tube with a lid to prevent it from being bumped during the journey.
In the next few days, the craze for instant noodles far exceeded Jiang Yanyi's imagination. Almost every traveler on the road was willing to buy a piece of noodles. Her seasoning was not affected because it could only be sold in bamboo tubes, because many people found that they could scoop a spoonful of seasoning oil and use it for cooking or cooking noodles, and it tasted quite good.
For a time, both noodles and seasoning oil were in short supply.
Jiang Yanyi felt like she had opened the door to a new world—even a mosquito leg is meat, and she could mass-produce noodles or sell rice sauce.
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