MTL - Transmigrated To Ancient Times To Farm And Build A Kingdom-Chapter 37 cold noodles

"Look, it's very simple." Nuan Chun was drinking the soup, touching his chin with one hand, and staring at Chang Xia's movements.

Seeing Chang Xia put the animal bone pot into the stone pot, and then add firewood to the stove.

Whether it's mixed with fenugreek, or poured into the animal bone pot, these look very simple, and are completely different from Changxia cooking.

Nan Feng shook his head lightly and explained, "Nuanchun, this handmade rice noodle seems simple. You only know the trouble if you do it yourself."

It's easy to be too thin or too sticky with powder, so Nan Feng didn't dare to do it.

Just like the fried yam fruit powder cake before, Nanfeng was fried all of a sudden, and it was not completely fried. After doing it several times, I found a little touch, and I didn't waste fruit powder and yam. Speaking of yam fruit powder cake, Nan Feng felt greedy again.

After a while, let Chang Xia fry a pot and take it home to eat slowly.

However, you have to hide it when you take it home.

Father Eminem is too goofy.

Always stealing food makes her hard to guard against.

Hey-

How could she have such an unethical grandfather, Eminem, helpless!

Every time she complained to Chang Xia, Chang Xia also said that she should not eat alone. However, Father Eminem eats alone more often than she does...

"Wait... I'll try." Nuan Chun was excited, showing a look of eagerness to try. She is not the same as Nanfeng, the warm spring blood is not as good as Nanfeng, and she failed to become a powerful totem warrior. However, in terms of doing things, he is more careful and resilient than Nanfeng.

Chang Xia didn't refuse, and replied, "Okay! Come and help after you finish eating. I'll get some topping whistle or something, and eat it later."

Changxia grew up in southern Hunan, and most of the rice noodles he used to eat were Guilin rice noodles, Shaoyang rice noodles and Changde rice noodles. With the development of society and the rise of the service industry, food is no longer in the same place. No matter where you are in the world, you can eat food from all over the world as long as you want to eat it.

It's a pity that all this beauty is ruined in the last days.

Chang Xia shook her head to shake off the chaotic thoughts in her mind.

With the tenacious character of human beings, no matter what kind of catastrophe you encounter, I believe that in the end, you will be able to get through it safely. She now lives in the Dusk Forest, wishing that the once earth could be restored to peace again.

"Is the topping whistle delicious?" Nan Feng said excitedly, swallowing his saliva.

Speaking of eating, she is interested.

In particular, this topping whistle can also be eaten with flour, which is even more interesting.

"Toppings and whistle are the same thing. It is fried with meat, wild vegetables and bird eggs. After the vermicelli is ready, mix it and eat it together." Chang Xia said, washing and filling water with a clean wooden bucket, waiting for the vermicelli After steaming, it needs to be put into cold water to cool down.

Brush a little more oil and take out the powder skin.

Cut the strips into a bowl, fry and eat, or eat directly with toppings and whistle. Either way, it tastes delicious.

Thinking of the taste of handmade rice noodles, Chang Xia felt that he should have started earlier. Don't insist on making dry rice noodles, it is too troublesome to make.

However, I want to really store the ginkgo.

Dry rice noodles are also necessary.

Forget it, eat first and then think.

"I'll fry the toppings." Nan Feng said happily after washing his hands with water.

The stone pot on the stove next to it was steaming hot, and the faint smell of fruit powder penetrated into the nostrils. Nanfeng calculated that the powder skin might be healed soon.

So, she acted immediately.

Nuan Chun ate a piece of barbecue and drank a bowl of bone soup.

Satisfied hiccupped and stood up, "Nanfeng, you prepare the meat, bird eggs, and wash the wild vegetables, I'll fry them."

In terms of cooking, the warm spring is stronger than the south wind.

Nanfeng makes the most edible, and cannot pursue higher-level taste.

The food cooked in the warm spring can catch up with the long summer, and it is worse than Shen Rong. Occasionally, Chang Xia couldn't help but sigh that the disciples of the church starved to death for the master. The disciples were too smart, and it seemed that she was too bad as a master.

However, she just wanted to say: nice job.

Unfortunately, the peppers were not found.

Gen took the chili back to the tribe to inquire, and was told that the chili was found by Kongshan. Meanwhile, Kong Shan said that the peppers were picked by him unintentionally. The location is too far from the tribe. It is located in a place called Qingshanyan where the Heluo tribe and the Tianshi tribe meet. The Tianshi tribe is the site of the orc lion tribe. The last time Kongshan went to patrol the tribe's territory, there was no way to pick it.

Chang Xia asked Gen to find Kongshan to ask for the location of Qingshanyan, ready to wait for the cave dwelling to be built.

Find an opportunity to go out with Shen Rong.

Chili, she will never give up. What is missing, can not be short of pepper.

Unable to find peppers, Chang Xia thought about looking for cornel. There was no chili in ancient times, and eating cornel was a kind of spicy condiment. Usually picked in August, smashed and filtered to extract the juice, and stirred with lime to make cornel oil, also known as spicy rice oil.

Spicy rice oil is spicy and can be used for cooking.

There is no cornel picking at this time. I don't know what happened to the peppers picked in the empty mountain?

Chang Xia guessed that the climates in the Twilight Forest are quite different.

Otherwise, plants could not have such differences.

Chang Xia has a dream, to travel all over the tribe's hunting territory, and then join the witch's line to go to other orc territories. Birds and fishes are also on her target, it just takes time.

After all, as far as she knew, orcs rarely set foot on the territory of other tribes.

Unless invited, approaching rashly is regarded as provocation and occupation. Once discovered, it will definitely lead to a fight.

Chang Xia likes peace, so naturally he didn't intend to solve the problem through violence.

She chooses to make friends and communicate through PY.

Just like exchanging with the tribe, as long as you have enough good things in your hands, Chang Xia doesn't believe that other orcs won't be moved?

Wash the stone pot, put oil, pour in the minced meat and fry until fragrant.

Scoop out and fry the bird eggs and wild vegetables separately one after another.

Each bowl is filled with half a bowl of toppings, and the tempting aroma spreads all at once.

Here, Chang Xia brushed the steamed skin with oil.

Pass the water and enjoy the cool.

The animal bone pot is about nine inches in size, and the vermicelli is cut and filled with a full bowl.

White and clear.

looks delicious.

Nan Feng swallowed his saliva and waited for Chang Xia to speak.

Chang Xia finished cutting the vermicelli, and poured the vermicelli into the animal bone pot again to prepare for the second steaming. Calculated by the appetite of the orcs, UU reading www. No amount of uukanshu.com vermicelli will ever be enough.

Besides, Chang Xia plans to make a few more bowls.

After a while, let Nanfeng send it to Shen Rong and the others to taste.

"Chang Xia, Chang Xia—" Nan Feng called out Chang Xia's name impatiently, urging him silently.

Nuan Chun didn't open his mouth, and took the wooden chopsticks and put a lot of toppings into the bowl.

After eating one bite, he stared blankly at the bowl of vermicelli.

Look, as if looking at Mei to quench her thirst.

"Bring me a bowl." Chang Xia said, "It's better to add some bone broth and mix it with cold noodles."

Mixing, soy sauce naturally came to mind. Soy sauce! Chang Xia sighed, the food country she thought was still far away. If you want to make sauce, you must first find soybeans, which is a long way, and you need to search up and down.

Nanfeng Nuanchun quickly handed over their wooden bowls.

Chang Xia didn't talk nonsense, and divided the vermicelli in the bowl into three equal parts. Then hand it back to Nanfeng Nuanchun and let them add the soup and toppings and stir.

She added half a bowl of bone broth herself, and stirred it with a whistle for three toppings, and she couldn't wait to eat it.

Although I have only eaten lunch for more than an hour, I am not hungry. However, the white tenderness of the vermicelli and the combination of various colors of minced meat, bird eggs and wild vegetables make it very appetizing.

After taking a sip, the rough and heavy taste of the handmade vermicelli made Chang Xia amazed at once. She was worried that it would not taste good.

"It's delicious, the cold noodle is the best food I've ever eaten." Nan Feng said.

Nuan Chun chuckled and joked: "I heard you didn't seem to say that before, you said that beggar chicken is the first delicious food, why did it become cold noodles again?"

"Did I tell you? Nuan Chun must have remembered it wrong." Nan Feng sneered and retorted.

Chang Xia and Nuan Chun looked at each other and were overjoyed.