Chapter 359

Gu Zheng's mother saw the closeness between Gu Zheng and Gu Xiaomei just now. She is now full of joy and comfort.

The son fell off the Hanshui River once and his attitude became much better when he came home.

Although he is still the eldest son of heaven, he always knows how to get close to his sister and how to work at home, doesn't he?

This good change is God bless!

She said that her son was a man of great promise, which was certainly not comparable to the reckless man who waited to eat and die.

Thinking of Gu Zheng's mother here, she was a beauty in her heart. She quickly took out the largest and roundest one from the cooking cake frame with one hand and carried the tray of pig intestines to Gu Zheng's table.

Sitting on the bench next to him, he began to break off the cooking cakes in his hands and throw them into the original bone soup.

After a whole piece of cake was soaked in the bowl, the hot and crisp large intestine was stacked on the soup cake one by one, urging: "well, eat it while it's hot, put the seasoning on the table and mix it yourself."

Then he patted the cake residue on his hand with satisfaction, stood up and went to collect the meal money for another table.

Oh, so this is fried white sausage, which is similar to gourd head.

Gu Zheng picked up the seasoning jar on the table and gently sprinkled a little on the fried white sausage.

This should be a mixed spice.

If Gu Zheng is right in guessing that when he meets food, he becomes the smell of the dog's nose.

Here should be a mixture of pepper, pepper and some ginger powder.

Gently sprinkle it on the soup, pick up a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the chopstick basket, stir all the ingredients together, and a pot of pure natural and original Korean food will be freshly baked.

After Gu Zheng finished mixing, the first thing to start was the pig large intestine. Once this fried thing was soaked in the soup, it would soften and lose its original crisp fragrance.

At the moment when the casing had not been penetrated by the bone soup, but had occupied the taste of the soup, Gu Zheng quickly filled two or three pieces of intestines into his mouth.

"Creak!"

Crispy.

Then there is the crisp smell of fried food, mixed with the fat inside the casing and the meat smell reserved in the mouth.

The outside is crisp and the inside is melted at the entrance.

Gulu, along the mouth, turned into juice and slipped into the esophagus without a hard barrier.

It's delicious. Such a fat intestinal wall is fat but not greasy. It tastes rich.

It was so delicious that every pore of Gu Zheng opened with the swallowing of meat intestines.

Such a good thing is too much to eat alone. Gu Zheng turned to his sister who secretly looked at him and said, "open your mouth, ah..."

The clever sister, although puzzled, still obediently opened her small mouth and followed Gu Zheng: "ah..."

"Ah woo!"

Then a piece of fried white sausage was stuffed into his mouth.

The little girl was filled with delicious food and began to chew unconsciously.

After tasting what her brother fed her, there was only a lot of happiness left.

"Brother, it's delicious!"

"Is it delicious? Give you some more?"

Hearing this, Gu Xiaomei blushed, but her little face was covered with a layer of peach pink. She shook her head in a hurry, touched her belly, and returned: "no, no! I had breakfast with my aunt before I went out of the stall."

"I'm full now."

Gu Zheng's eyes followed his little sister's fleshy hands and looked down at the blue Ru skirt. Sure enough, a small belly protruded slightly.

He smiled.

In terms of food at home, my mother really didn't treat her children badly.

That doesn't matter. Now enjoy your own delicious food.

After confirming with his younger sister, Gu Zheng took off his troublesome outer robe and only wore the inner robe in the style of double breasted Bijia. He put one leg on the side bench and began to eat with a big porcelain bowl.

Now the cooking cake in the bowl has completely absorbed the surrounding soup. Originally, it still has a dry and hard taste, which has been transformed into a dough bag that melts at the entrance.

Not only the wheat flavor and bone soup flavor are perfectly integrated together, coupled with the neutralization of spices, it has become a rare delicacy in the snacks of the Song Dynasty.

Among the many sweet snacks, when can take the lead.

Gu Zheng's rude but not rude eating also attracted the attention of more and more pedestrians in the street over time.

It's really the actions and behaviors of diners. It's too tempting.

A young man with half faded robes and vigorous muscles, with exquisite tattoos half hidden and half exposed in his clothes, and a strong arm, just holding the edge of a big bowl.

Can let the people around feel a kind of atmosphere called heroic and natural.

With the bandit spirit deliberately revealed by Gu Zheng, there is a taste called Jianghu for no reason.

Although many people in the Song Dynasty were weak, their worship of heroes and Xiake in the script was extremely strong.

What's more, this young man is fast enough to eat, but he looks good for no reason.

Every drop of soup is not sprinkled, and there is no sound of half a minute.

It was three or two times. As soon as he looked up, he put a piece of cake and a bowl of fried white intestines in soup into his stomach.

Even when he put down the bowl, he grew a breath of comfort and satisfaction. This action was done naturally and freely by him. It was very beautiful.

It seemed that what he ate was not fried white intestines, but some fairy like delicacies, which provoked the people who passed by and saw him eat, and unconsciously secreted saliva.

Even those who have already eaten Chaoshi feel that their stomach is not full at this time, and they are eager to fill something.

Therefore, the people of the Song Dynasty who pay most attention to food simply do not intend to wrong themselves. Seeing that there are vacant seats in the restaurant, they quickly sit down, carefully look at the food on the exposed stove, and think about what they should have more.

Gu Zheng, who had a bowl of fried white intestines, just woke up from the aftertaste of the delicious food. When he opened his eyes, he was like a vegetable market. Unexpectedly, he sat around full.

Most people who just got up, like him, asked for the most expensive fried white sausage in this stall.

This bowl costs 20 yuan of morning food, but it's twice as expensive as ten yuan of cooking cakes with five bean porridge.

But Gu Zheng couldn't stand the incense he ate. It actually played the role of advertising, so that the guests who have their own business in this street don't mean the price difference, so they have to eat comfortably.

Seeing such a busy scene, Gu Zheng immediately smiled with joy. He pulled his robe half faded at his waist on his belt and took the initiative to give him a hand.

There happened to be a guest yelling at Gu zhengniang, "a bowl of scallion white noodles!"

Gu Zheng's mother hurriedly prepared to tanning and cutting strips on the chopping board, and was stopped by Gu Zheng who was going to help.

"Mom, you go to greet new guests, and then go home and get more tables and stools. I think this is the time for the shops to prepare for work."

"These familiar guests near our house are coming."

"There are so many people today. Hurry to buy more tables and chairs. Let's take advantage of this momentum to earn more."

"I'd better let my son do the manual work like kneading noodles."

With that, no matter what Gu zhengniang thought, she directly pushed people out of front of the pasta chopping board.

Gu's mother, who was suddenly helped by Gu Zheng and was very happy, was very obedient and went to the house.

Can your son knead noodles?

Anyway, the eldest son is expected to be watching for a long time after he has opened a restaurant at home for so long.

Gu zhengniang, who always thought her son was omnipotent, immediately put aside her doubts and happily worked according to Gu Zheng's arrangement.

As for Gu Zheng, he is now standing behind the chopping board with all the ingredients, as if he gently touched the originally made chopping board with a memory of a long time ago.

A moment later, he asked the person who wanted scallion flour: "guest, what thickness do you want scallion flour and noodles?"

"Oh? What size do you have here?"

The old guest remembered that there were only ordinary noodles such as knife cut and hand rolled noodles to choose from.

This is not a well-made restaurant. The width of noodles can be thin, medium and wide.

In such a simple home shop, where is it so fine?

However, the guest still thought about the soup of the noodles he wanted to eat and said with great certainty: "naturally, it should be thin. The finer the better."

Hearing the exact request of the guest, Gu Zheng replied, "OK!"

Then he pulled the basin covered with fine white yarn, took out the dough cut and prepared by his mother, and fell on the dry powder panel.

After a few slaps and feeling the time of dough making, Gu Zheng knew it in his mind.

He pinched the dough into strips, rolled it on the chopping board with the dry powder on it, and then flattened it.

Then take the rolling pin on one side, carefully push and pull it back and forth on the flattened dough, roll the dough into a long strip the size of a kitchen knife, and then stop rolling.

Instead, he took a knife to one side and cut this layer of dough into long sticks of equal thickness. After separation one by one, he rolled the remaining dry powder into small strips on the chopping board.

Gu Zheng's basic work is very agile, with the charm of a top pastry master. This set of cutting techniques has shifted the attention of the surrounding diners from delicious food to the busy pastry master.

Here is the key to whether a pot of noodles is delicious or not.