Chapter 360

A bowl of pleasing noodles with uniform thickness will give the simplest scallion white noodles a lot of points.

At this time, Gu Zheng was no longer in the state of bending down to cut the plane just now.

He immediately straightened his waist with an indescribable charm.

Pull one end with one hand and start up and down. A special vibration frequency shakes the noodles in your hand.

While shaking, he didn't forget to control the strength and began to pull on both sides.

In a moment, the originally short noodle stick was pulled into thin noodles by Gu Zheng.

But this is not fine enough. Gu Zheng probably tried the toughness of the noodles in his hand. With such a reversal of his wrist, the noodles rose out of thin air.

This time, the stretching of noodles is no longer the force applied to the wrist, but the inertia that the noodles can bear.

The sun rose high, and the soft light turned into dazzling gold.

The big pot in the back is hot and dry. Gu Zheng, who is busy in front of the chopping board, is sweating.

The golden light and white mist surrounded the young and strong young man and matched with the amazing action of throwing noodles.

It forms a scene of strength and beauty, rigidity and softness.

Let this is full of feelings of the people of the Song Dynasty, are crazy about it.

"Pa!"

Another unexpected blow broke the quiet atmosphere of watching Gu Zheng's performance.

And this is the last time Gu Zheng finished stretching the noodles and touched the noodles to the noodle table.

Then he threw the noodles in his hand directly into the big pot that boiled the water below, reminding the little sister on the side: "stay away, don't burn it!"

The noodles in that hand turned directly into a white parabola and fell steadily into the open pot.

When Gu Xiaomei stirred it with lengthened bamboo chopsticks, the pulled thin noodles scattered in the pot.

It was as thin as cotton thread. In the state of water splashing, it looked like a blooming white chrysanthemum.

Gu Xiaomei below was stunned on the spot when she saw such noodles.

Gu Zheng, who was behind the chopping board, wiped the dry powder on his hands with a white gauze on one side and told him: "the noodles are smooth and easy to cook. It takes less than a third of an hour to get out of the pot."

Hearing her brother's instructions, Gu Xiaomei also reacted from her stupidity. She nodded skillfully and looked at the noodles in the pot. There was only worship in her eyes.

Gu Zhenglu's skill made the surrounding diners applaud after watching the stretched noodles as if they were a performance.

"Good!"

"Brother gu! I can't see it. It's a hidden expert!"

Gu Zheng's performance was naturally seen in the eyes of Gu Laoniang, who came out with a new table. Her eyebrows immediately took pride in her son and happily showed off with the neighbors: "don't look at whose son it is."

"Look at my son's hands. He is also a master of chengxianju in Xiangyang City."

People nearby didn't take such boastful words seriously, but they were very interested in Gu Zheng's wide and narrow noodles.

The superfine scallion flour freshly baked on one side was brought to the hands of the first guest.

When he took a clip of chopsticks and sent them to his mouth, these thin noodles could still maintain a constant shape. It still needs his teeth to chew before they can be cut in his mouth.

However, the taste that can make the soup more delicious, and the visual impact of the scallion glittering hanging on the surface, make the diners who eat this bowl of noodles move their fingers and can't stop their mouth.

You don't have to ask any superfluous words. You can understand by looking at the food of the guest.

This is good at once. A new round of noodle fever has sprung up in the restaurant.

Leek leaves are big, wide, capillary and two thin. They should be the thickness of noodles divided by modern ramen. Gu Zheng applied them to the hand rolling of ramen.

Reluctantly scrape together several achievable thicknesses to meet the taste buds of gourmets in the neighborhood.

Gu Zheng became famous in World War I on the first morning he fell into the Hanshui River.

The peak period of this stall also lasted as much as half an hour.

When these people had enough to eat and drink, they went to work. The three women of Gu Zheng's family sat down on the bench, looked at the mess of the table, and smiled at both fatigue and satisfaction.

After enjoying herself for a while, Mrs. Gu began to count the cloth bags she tied to her belt to collect money.

Splashing or shiny or greasy money, spread on the innermost table of the shop, sent out the unique light of money.

“499，500，501.……”

Gu zhengniang, who finished counting the last copper coin, didn't expect that she made as much as half a coin in just one morning.

After deducting the cost of materials and the money from the merchants who provided cooking cakes to their stall, they made enough money this morning.

On top of their profits for four or five days.

Seeing Gu's mother here, my heart was happy. Then I turned around and looked at Gu Zheng, who was tired and sweating because of noodles tearing, and my heart was distressed again.

She put her hand on Gu Zheng's belt, pulled off the purse she had prepared for her son, and stuffed the 100 big money she had just got into the blue gray purse.

Then he hung up his wallet carefully to Gu Zheng and told him, "you've been busy all morning. You must have stopped taking advantage of it recently?"

"Here, good son, you can spend the money, or have wine with your brothers, or buy one. It's also good to have an addiction."

Seeing his mother's reaction, Gu Zheng has only one feeling, ha ha

Finally, the child galloped all the way on the road of gambling. I dare to feel and the mother's promotion.

Drowning a son is like killing a son. This sentence is true.

But is Gu Zheng the kind of person with weak willpower?

Of course not?

So he will spend money recklessly and play what he can't win?

……

Of course!

……

Gu Zheng has never played such a new game in this world.

Think of Gu Zheng, who played mahjong and poker, known as the gambling God of Hongmen village. What have you never seen?

However, he needs to make a good study of the unique charm of the Song Dynasty's rush to buy, which can make people turn to the casino and never look back.

Therefore, Gu Zheng's peace of mind when he comes here for leisure self-help travel.

Besides, the client was so poor that he didn't save a penny of pocket money.

How can a man go out without money?

Gu Zheng, who felt at ease, bumped his purse gently, and answered with joy: "yes! Thank you."

"I'll be back when it's time for dinner in the afternoon. I'll come and help then."

"I don't eat wine outside today. I still want to eat my mother's craft."

The sun came out in the West. It's so clever!

Gu Zheng's mother immediately showed her love and nodded hard. She almost stuffed a handful of copper coins into Gu Zheng who went out.

Seeing that his mother had such a reaction, Gu Zheng hurried to run. While running, he didn't forget to say more: "enough money. You can buy a flower belt for your little sister. It's not good for the little lady to dress so plain!"

Gu Zheng reminded her that she looked back at her little girl. She was wearing a blue coat and sitting on the gray bench, looking at herself eagerly.

That pitiful spirit made the slightly patriarchal mother feel a little embarrassed.

At the right time, on the commercial street where most of the shops outside have opened for business, some mobile vendors began to appear one after another.

A flower selling woman with a flower basket just walked by the shop.

"Hey, aunt, wait a minute!" Mrs. Gu stopped the flower seller.

"How do you sell the flowers on your head?"

"Flowers are a big money, silk flowers are a little more expensive, three big money, all kinds of head ropes are the same price, two Wen a piece."

"Aunt, how much do you want?"

With that, the aunt handed over the basket in her hand and let aunt Gu watch carefully.

Mrs. Gu, who was attracted by the price close to the people, looked over and found that although the basket was small, the types inside were still complete.

The flowers will wilt in a day. They are not suitable for their small families.

However, although the silk flower is made up of various colors of silk materials, the color is unified and the workmanship is fine.

You can buy a few and wear them at home.

Gu Laoniang, who made the choice, chose a purple red, a big red and a pink silk flower. She also pointed to two pink head ropes to bargain: "I want two more head ropes. You count me twelve Wen."

The aunt took care of the happiness I chose, so she didn't bargain with each other for this Wen. She happily received the twelve Wen in her hand and continued to walk to the middle of the city with a basket.

The girl in Hongfang street there has just got up.

These flowers are freshly picked from outside the city. If you don't take two steps quickly, they will be sold in front of other vendors.

In the afternoon, these flowers will completely wilt down and all fall into their hands.

Small business can't afford delay.

For the flower seller, Gu zhengniang's business is a small job.

When she left happily, the satisfied Gu mother directly put the purple silk flower on her head and put the tender pink on Gu Xiaomei's head.