"Boss, come two servings of Wenzhou fried noodles"

Ye Rongyao and Liu Qingqing sat on a clean table and shouted to the stall owner.

"Two servings of Wenzhou fried noodles, come soon."

Seeing that the business came, the stall owner began to get busy and stir-fry the noodles for Ye Rongyao and the others.

The stall owner was very fast to stir-fry the noodles. In less than five minutes, two portions of Wenzhou fried noodles were ready.

"Um……"

Looking at the fried noodles in front of him, Ye Rongyao couldn't help but frown.

In addition to the ingredients, there is another very important factor, which is the maker's fried skill.

You should know that the flour is soft, and it is already very difficult to stir-fry thoroughly. What's more, stir-fry evenly and don't let the flour burn dry and burn.

Therefore, if some fried noodles have poor skills, the fried noodles will easily stick to the pan during the stir-frying process.

Even if it can be quickly shoveled up, the dough will break. Although it is still edible, the taste and appearance will be far worse.

Now the two portions of Wenzhou fried noodles are burnt

Although Ye Rongyao has not eaten this fried noodles, he is so good at it. Ye Rongyao can only give it two points.

No wonder the business is so bad, this craft is not good!

"Husband, this noodles are not delicious."

After taking a few bites, Liu Qingqing frowned and said.

Speaking of fried Yangping noodles, Liu Qingqing likes to eat fried noodles with her husband the most, which is the best fried noodles in the world.

"Then I'll stir-fry a portion of fried noodles for you to eat."

Ye Rongyao thought about it and said.

It seems that you have to do it yourself.

"Yeah, it's better for you, my husband."

Liu Qingqing said happily.

I haven't eaten the noodles cooked by my husband for several months, and Liu Qingqing misses it very much.

"Boss, I'll use your stove to stir-fry two portions of Yangping fried noodles myself."

Ye Rongyao stood up and said to the stall owner.

"What? Isn't the fried noodles taste good?"

The stall owner frowned and said.

"It's a bit unto the taste. The main reason is that you don't have the heat well. The fried noodles require very high demands on the heat. The heat is not enough or too much. The fried noodles taste even worse."

Ye Rongyao nodded and told the truth.

"Are you a chef too?"

The stall owner looked at Ye Rongyao in confusion and asked.

The stall owner knew that the skill of stir-frying noodles himself was very average, otherwise the business would not be so deserted.

But this craft cannot be practiced in a short while.

You can only make it easier by constantly stir-frying this flour.

"Are you a chef!"

Ye Rongyao nodded and said.

"Then you fry it!"

Anyway, there is no business now, and the stall owner also agreed to let Ye Rongyao stir-fry the fried noodles himself.

Of course, I also have the idea of ​​learning from a teacher.

After all, if the fried noodles made by this person taste good, you can ask him for some experience, and your skills will also increase.

Those who work in their own business have particularly high requirements for this craft.

Since the stall owner agreed, Ye Rongyao was not polite. He took the shovel from the stall owner and started to stir-fry the fried noodles.

Turn on the stove and wait until the iron pan is completely hot, Ye Rongyao spooned a little oil, put it in the pan, and waited for the oil in the pan to boil for two minutes, Ye Rongyao started to fry the flour and dried it.

Ye Rongyao threw the three-person portion of the powder into the pot twice. The seemingly casual movements were actually the amount of powder added each time, which was basically the same as the amount.

After the flour is dried into the pot, Ye Rongyao stir-fry quickly. This speed must be mastered. If it is fast, it will not be cooked. If it is slow, the flour will stick to the pan and it will easily be fried to brown. That taste will be much worse.

Every time Ye Rongyao quickly and gently lifted it up, forming a beautiful parabola in the air, and then gently landed it onto the pot. The whole process seemed to be performing, and it was intoxicating to watch.

"This action? This speed?"

The stall owner looked at Ye Rongyao silly and stir-frying the noodles.

The stall owner never thought that he could still fry the noodles like this.

Now the stall owner understands that he has met a master who has fried noodles.

Thinking of this, the stall owner couldn't help but get excited.

If I can learn this craft, the business of this stall will not be very popular!

Suddenly, the stall owner stared at the movements in Ye Rongyao's hands, afraid that he would miss a subtle movement.

Under the eyes of the stall owner, the crystal clear powder dried powder was constantly thrown out of the pot by Ye Rongyao, and then quickly fell into the pot. The whole process was so perfect that no piece of powder dried powder was damaged or burned.

While stir-frying the flour and drying it, we also constantly add various seasonings to allow various seasonings to be evenly attached to each fried flour, without more or less.

In the eyes of the stall owner, this is simply an art, a cooking art.

“It’s so awesome…”

The stall owner looked at Ye Rongyao with admiration. The stall owner had never seen such skillful techniques before.

As Ye Rongyao continues to stir-fry, the fried noodles are also ready. In any case, some parts of the fried noodles will be browned, but the fried noodles made by Ye Rongyao are still crystal clear.

It's like it's not fried in a pot.

"What does it taste so fragrant..."

"It smells so fragrant, I'm drooling!"

"It seems like the fragrance floating over there!"

...

As the aroma of fried noodles drizzled out of the pot, the tourists around immediately alarmed. The tourists who came here basically came for food.

Such an attractive fragrance naturally attracts many tourists.

"This fried noodles are so delicious!"

"Not only the fragrance, but also the appearance is particularly beautiful."

"I really want to take a bite!"

...

Soon Ye Rongyao was surrounded by a group of diners, and many people couldn't help but drool. The aroma of this fried noodles was so tempting.

Many people have eaten fried noodles, but this is the first time that everyone has smelled such an attractive fried noodles.

"Boss, give me a serving of this fried noodles."

"Boss, I want one too."

"Give me two portions of fried noodles, no, give me five portions, I want five portions."

...

The diners onlookers said one after another.

They regarded Ye Rongyao as the stall owner.

No matter what the people around him said, Ye Rongyao devoted himself to the fried noodles. Soon, three plates of tempting and fragrant fried noodles were ready.

"I'll give this to you."

Ye Rongyao said to the stall owner, then took two plates of fried noodles to his seat.

"Wife, you're so hungry!"

Ye Rongyao put a plate of fried noodles in front of Liu Qingqing and said gently.

"Honey, your fried noodles are so delicious."

After Liu Qingqing finished speaking, she couldn't wait to eat it.

Every time I eat the food made by my husband, it is a perfect enjoyment for Liu Qingqing.

But after coming to Beijing, my husband rarely cooks.

Now I have eaten the fried noodles made by my husband again, and Liu Qingqing's eyes are moist. She is so happy that she has such a good husband.
To be continued...