"I want to make you a delicious meal that you will never forget in your life." Liu Bufan smiled.

"Tsk," Ye Xiaozui cut it with uncertainty: "What delicious food can you make?"

Liu Bufan ignored her and directed the two guys: "Hurry up, grind them finer, and grind the flour again."

The two guys stared at each other, and it turned out that the wheat ground into powder was called flour.

Liu Bufan found a few wooden boards and a few hemp ropes. He made a simple fine gong with the gauze in Ye Xiaozhu's room, and then handed it to Zhen Jian: "Zhen Jian, use this to repeat the flour that will be ground later and put it in this wooden basin."

This time Zhen Jian understood, and he nodded vigorously: "I understand Brother Liu, I'll go find you now."

Ye Xiaozui was stunned. She had never seen such a meticulous thing to cook for dinner. Flour does not exist in Daqin, and people's food is only about cooking and roasting.

"What is this called?" Ye Xiaozui asked.

"This is called flour. I'll knead you later and make noodles for you today." Liu Bufan said, but Ye Xiaozui couldn't understand every word he said.

"What are you doing? I'm going to starve to death. Why don't you eat?" Ye Qianqiu's voice sounded outside the kitchen. It was obvious that today's lunch made him a little annoyed.

"Dad, the little brat is making noodles for you." Ye Xiaozui volunteered, although she didn't know what the noodles were.

"What?" Ye Qianqiu was even more surprised. When he entered the kitchen, he saw the things that Liu Bufan had tinkered with.

He had seen Liu Bufan's craftsmanship. He tossed the half bag of wheat into white powder. Ye Qianqiu couldn't help but spit out: "Okay, let's do it, it looks good. Then wait, let's tell me." After that, he left with his hands behind his back.

Ye Qianqiu's accent is very strange. In modern terms, it is a Northwest accent plus a Sichuan accent plus a Hebei accent. When he was young, Ye Qianqiu traveled around the country and liked dialects, so he learned some hodgepodge accents with one hammer and one hammer, which created Ye Qianqiu's unique language.

The flour was quickly ground, and Zhen Jian carefully separated the bran with a fine gong. The white fine flour was presented to everyone.

Ye Xiaozui was convinced. It turned out that vegetarian grain could be eaten like this. She stretched out her finger and carefully dipped it in her mouth: "Well, your noodles taste weird, but it's okay."

Liu Bufan was so shocked that his chin almost fell: "Miss, this is called flour, not noodles."

"..." Ye Xiaozui was stunned, her face turned red with a rare look: "I, I just try it casually."

Liu Bufan shook his head, scooped some water with a scoop of water and poured it into the wooden basin containing flour, and began to knead the dough.

The dough was very soft, and even Liu Bufan couldn't help but drool. Since he traveled here, he had eaten a few meals. Looking at the delicate dough, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

"You guys, go and boil water." Liu Bufan ordered.

Poor, the wok was only in the Ming Dynasty. However, there were iron pots in the Qin Dynasty, but the iron pots at that time wanted to have a jar. Because there was no stir-frying, they were all used to cook rice.

Don’t think about vegetable oil, it’s enough to make everyone salivate when you come to a bowl of clear water.

Several guys set up a large pot and started boiling water. Soon, hot steam began to emerge from the pot. Liu Bufan threw a few grains of coarse salt into the pot.

"Hey, can you put it less?" Ye Xiaozui shouted in distress. She was talking about the coarse salt that Liu Bufan had just put in.

Liu Bufan was stunned for a moment. He didn't know how scarcity was in ancient times, and even wealthy families would not give up and waste it.

"This is also called salt?" Liu Bufan sneered, and the coarse salt turned pale yellow, which showed that there were many impurities inside. However, this is a luxury for ordinary people, even the Yefu salt is a rare product.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Liu Bufan's mind, salt making, this is an industry that can't make huge profits anymore. But if you talk about this matter later, he must remain calm first.

After the dough was reconciled, what made Liu Bufan worried about was that there was no rolling pin. Nowadays, who would have to make a rolling pin?

Liu Bufan sighed. This was not the arrival of Daqin, it was clearly the arrival of primitive society. He began to sympathize with people from this era.

Well, there is no rolling pin, so I have to find a suitable tree stick instead.

The panel was a wooden board, and Liu Bufan started rolling the noodles. Soon after, he had already rolled out a piece of dough, and then continued to flour to prevent it from sticking. Finally, he folded the dough and cut it into thin strips with a knife.

Fortunately, Ye Xiaozui did not reach out to taste the taste of this raw noodles this time.

Fresh noodles began to form under Liu Bufan's knife. At this time, the water in the pot had already started.

Liu Bufan threw the prepared noodles into the pot. The smell of the house suddenly became fragrant and everyone opened their eyes wide.

The noodles quickly became ripe. Liu Bufan used chopsticks to pick up a bowl and sent it to Ye Xiaozui: "Try it."

The fragrant hand-rolled noodles are just ordinary food for us, but they are comparable to dragon's liver and phoenix marrow for this era. Ye Xiaozui carefully took it over, and the fragrance was swaying.

There are still a lot of noodles left, and Liu Bufan pointed to the largest bowl: "Zhen Jian, bring it to Ye Gong."

Zhen Jian left as if he was flying with a tray. When Liu Bufan turned around, the noodles in Ye Xiaozui's bowl were empty.

"You..." Liu Bufan looked at the empty bowl in disbelief. He didn't believe that he was not as fast as you, let alone the gentle lady.

"I want it even." Ye Xiaozui said pitifully, holding the empty bowl.

Liu Bufan then realized that Ye Xiaozui was just a little girl who needed care, and her fierce look was just pretending.

"Okay, I'll give it to you again." Liu Bufan's tone was also a little gentle, and he served Ye Xiaozui another bowl.

Ye Xiaozui no longer swallowed her voraciously. She carefully savored the noodles with a smooth and satisfying sense of happiness.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing her satisfied look, a strange feeling arose in Liu Bufan's heart.

"I didn't expect the wheat to be so delicious, better than meat." Ye Xiaozui smiled, and she smiled brightly.

At this moment, Zhen Jianfeng ran back with an empty bowl in a hurry: "Ye, Mr. Ye said it's so delicious, give him three more bowls."

"..." Liu Bufan looked at the noodles in the wooden barrel: "Supply another bowl of Ye Gong, and he said it was gone."

"But..." Zhen Jian hesitated when he looked at the remaining half of the bucket of noodles.

"What's the matter? Each of you who are left is a bowl." Liu Bufan said.

Several kitchen guys were overjoyed and rushed to the wooden barrel together.

There was a sound of sucking noodles in the kitchen immediately, which sounded more like pigs eating from a distance.
Chapter completed!