Chapter 16 (1/2)

The hot snack stalls made the vendors around them very hot, especially the owners of several noodle restaurants on the street. They sent people to buy cold noodles and cold skins to study their methods. They were ready to sell them at home.

Such a popular pasta, how can you miss this good opportunity to make money!

In Wangji noodle shop, boss Wang has just made a bowl of cold noodles. This bowl of cold noodles also contains shredded cucumber, sour bean and diced radish. Sour bean and sour radish were bought fresh from Yu Ji. From the appearance alone, this bowl of cold noodles is no worse than Yu Ji's.

Boss Wang asked his husband, ”how's it going? How does it taste? ”

The boss Lang swallowed the noodles in his mouth, shook his head and said, ”without their fragrance, I think it's the problem of chili oil. Their spicy oil has a special smell. There are other things besides sesame and peanuts. ”

Boss Wang frowned. He had specially gone to Yu Ji's stall to see their chili oil. They could only see chili powder, sesame and peanuts. They couldn't taste other materials.

It's hard to do.

”Have you worked out how to make that cold skin and sour bean and sour radish?” Boss Wang asked again.

Boss Lang shook his head and replied, ”the cold skin should also be made of flour. The method is not clear. As for the sour bean and sour radish, it may have been soaked with vinegar. We soaked a little sour bean first, but it didn't taste right and the color was wrong. ”

”If you can know their production method, or watch them do it once.” Boss Wang muttered to himself.

The boss's husband Lang said, ”they have a unique secret recipe. How can you see it?”

After a long discussion and research, the result was that there was no progress, but boss Wang was worried.

Similarly, such things are also staged in the kitchen of Liuji noodle restaurant, but the atmosphere here is obviously more dignified. The main reason is boss Liu, who is not very good tempered and very strong.

The occupancy rate of the noodle restaurant today is lower than yesterday, and the business of the snack stall diagonally opposite has not declined but increased over the past few days, which makes boss Liu, who has been making pasta for more than 20 years, very depressed.

In particular, he boasted that there was no noodle practice he didn't know in this prosperous Dynasty, but now he was baffled by the bowl of cold skin in front of him!

This cold skin looks soft and smooth, with excellent elasticity, but it has no strength. It tastes delicate and refreshing, but it doesn't have the yellowish color and rich aroma of noodles!

But there is no doubt that this is pasta.

So, how the hell is this thing made!

Boss Liu is going to stare at the cold skin out of the flowers.

In the kitchen, the two disciples of boss Liu, who are also his sons, dare not go out. They silently make noodles. The movement is much smaller than usual. They are afraid of being scolded by their father.

Boss Liu stared at the cold skin with a black face for a long time, suddenly got up and went out in silence.

On the street.

Yu Qingze looked at the tall middle-aged man in front of him and asked, ”this guest, do you want to eat cold noodles and cold skin, or buy sour beans or sour radish?”

The man stood by the stall and stared at it for a while. He didn't eat or buy anything. He didn't know what to do.

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard the speech. Then he blacked his face and hurried away without saying anything.

Yu Qingze:... Freak.

Yu Qingze didn't take care of it any more. The noodles in the pot were cooked. He quickly fished out the water. At this time, the corners of his clothes were pulled. He turned back, Chang Le pointed to one side and motioned him to look.

Yu Qingze looked down his fingers and saw that the middle-aged man had just entered the Liu Ji noodle shop opposite.

Liu Ji noodle restaurant?

Yu Qingze picked his eyebrow. Is this a chance to meet his peers?

Chang Le made a gesture.

Yu Qingze guessed that Chang Le also thought that he was a colleague. Afraid of any trouble, he shook his head and comforted him: ”it's all right. He probably came to see how Liangpi is made. We eat by craft and are not afraid of him.”

Chang Le was relieved to hear what he said and went on working.

Yu Qingze thought of the expression of the middle-aged man just now and frowned slightly.

He has encountered a lot of peer competition before, both good and bad. If benign competition, he is very welcome and not afraid. He is afraid of those who secretly lay their hands on it.

Especially in this strange world, he doesn't rely on it, and he doesn't know whether the government here is clean and honest. If he doesn't do anything, he can only be more careful.

I think so, but I don't think so. They ran into something when they came home this afternoon.

In the afternoon, they closed the stall early. As soon as they came home and entered the village, they saw many people standing in the yard. They didn't know if something had happened to Grandpa at home. They hurried back.

When they got home, they saw a young man tied in the middle of the yard. Grandpa Chang sat on one stool angrily and stared at the young man.

”Grandpa, what's the matter?” Chang Hao asked.

When Grandpa Chang saw that they were back, he said, ”this man came to steal cold skin. He was still sneaking around in the kitchen. I found him and ran away. Later, he asked the river passing by to catch him.”

”Steal cold skin?” Yu Qingze was stunned. Instead of stealing money and food, he stole cold skin?

Grandpa Chang nodded, bent over and took a bag from the ground and said, ”look, isn't it all cold skin?”

Yu Qingze glanced at the bag. It was really cold skin. He looked at the young man, the thief