"Boom..."

Early in the morning, in the food commercial street called Liujiaxiang, the sound of wheels of small carts spread.

Xia Yu dressed up as a passerby, wearing a hat and a mask, and pushing the cart. While his registered disciple Liu Ying still had a pair of ponytails. Liu’s mother got up early to dress her daughter cleanly and beautifully. Liu Ying helped Xia Yu push the cart.

The car is an ordinary mobile snack stall.

Of course, because I asked Zhu Qing, I had a fixed stall, so there was no need to be afraid of the urban management brigade, which claimed to have the strongest combat power on the surface, and came to drive people and confiscate the car.

The stall is on this street, but it is on the street, close to a university town.

It was about seven or eight o'clock in the morning, and the snack stall was set up in a fixed position. Liu Ying could only watch Xia Yu keep picking up kitchen utensils and ingredients, and tidying up the stall. It was obviously a very small car, but there were a lot of things hidden inside.

There are two stoves that can be heated normally, and they use special fuel. They are professional stoves. They can only be filled with shredded potatoes in about six or seven seconds.

The ingredients are mainly flour, so pay attention to the signature of the snack stall

Liu's fried noodles!

Why do I focus on fried noodles? It’s nothing more than just a matter of ease.

Last night, Xia Yu thought about it that he was holding a snack stall to train the psychological quality of the novices, so that she could meet more people and get rid of this problem.

At the same time, he also has a fried noodles recipe "Seven Kingdoms Unified Fried Noodles" that teaches Liu Ying's cooking skills!

No doubt.

Learning this recipe is to strengthen Liu Ying's sensitivity to "hot temperature" and lay a solid foundation for learning the skills of Burning Flame.

Xia Yu thought that he had learned perfectly and had his own style marks. The cooking skills he had learned was nothing more than Explosion Flame and Spice Inequality.

The spice inequality is actually a spice experience. It is not quick to achieve through accumulation. Without the "sense of God" qualifications like Ye Shanliang, if you are not as dedicated to studying for several years, you may not have any significant results.

But the explosion of flame is different, it is easy to get started. Xia Yu's first-hand cooking skills are also it. If you have a master in the door, learn green and blue explosion of flames.

"alright!"

Putting a bag of flour next to the stall, Xia Yu turned to a wooden recliner, threw the prepared pillow on it, and lay down on the chair, looking extremely comfortable and comfortable.

"Just follow the recipe. Today's minimum goal is to sell 20 fried noodles. When will it be sold, and when will we close the stall."

Liu Ying's little face was wrinkled tightly.

“20 servings…”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Xia Yu who was closing her eyes on the recliner, her eyes flashed, and she obviously felt shy.

This street is already lively, and the location is close to the university town. At around 8 o'clock in the morning, the streets are already full of passers-by.

After standing for at least five or six minutes, a passerby walked past the fried noodle stall and saw a little girl dressed up in a small and small manner, standing there silently. Then, behind the stall, the guy who seemed to be the owner of the stall was sleeping in a lounge chair.

"So strange"

A male and female college student is coming out of an off-campus apartment and preparing to go to school to have breakfast.

The two of them locked in the fried noodle stall sign and looked for it straight.

The female student shouted to the other end of the recliner: "Is it open for business? We want to order two fried noodles."

Xia Yu, who had already "slept" in the past, said nothing.

"Excuse me……"

The male student asked his girlfriend who wanted to ask again and said, "Let's go, I'll sleep in when I set up a stall to do business, and my cooking skills are definitely unreliable! Let's go to the one we usually eat!"

The two quickly moved to the battlefield, which was on the same street and another snack stall.

This is the only guest to ask at the stall within ten minutes.

For a long time, the stalls were filled with an atmosphere known as embarrassing.

"No, you can't do this anymore!"

Liu Ying silently cheered herself up, "Isn't it just selling food and entertaining guests? This is the only way for every successful chef. You will definitely do it, Liu Ying, come on!"

She secretly glanced back at the boy who was not moving on the recliner, with a sigh of relief on her face.

"You can't let Mr. Xia down..."

In his head, the scene between Xia Yu and her was uncontrollably seen.

"Sakura, this special training will take at least one week. Of course, if you don't want to, I won't force it. It depends on your personal wishes. And if you can achieve my daily business goals, I will give you the corresponding reward..." The young man patted the girl's head.

award!

Rewards in cooking!

Even a few words that are meticulous are precious to Liu Ying, who longs for a higher and more distant vision.

She is young, but she is also wise and knows how to guide her. Girls are often much more mature than boys at this age and think more. Otherwise, how could Liu Ying worry about Ju going downstairs and take back the place she guarded for her father during his lifetime.

“20 servings of fried noodles!”

Once again talking about today's business goals, Liu Ying's shyness and dodge in her eyes were replaced by stubbornness.

I can!

There is no ready-made noodle thread at the fried noodle stall, and the handmade noodle thread must be made by home.

She picked up the recipe notes on the kitchen counter of the stall and glanced at it, and her little face wrinkled again.

"The seven countries unified fried noodles? How should I do this!"

Liu Ying felt dizzy and her face turned pale.

She couldn't understand this recipe at all, it was so profound.

Just as the fighting spirit that had finally been stoked was about to be extinguished by a basin of cold water, Liu Ying caught a glimpse of the lowest sentence of the recipe note, which was obviously Xia Yu's special note:

I forgot everything above, just remember this sentence

Roll the pee beef balls into strips.

"Ah" I couldn't help but cover my mouth and looked shocked, "Is it the essence of the seven countries' unified fried noodles?"

Thinking of this, a strange look appeared on Liu Ying's face again, and she ran left and right, and finally found a transparent bag with excellent packaging and sealing among the piles of ingredients on the small dining table next to her.

Pulling out the fresh bag layer by layer, Liu Ying stared at the scarlet minced minced meat with big eyes, and then smelled the strong beef smell that came to her nose. She said happily: "It turns out that Mr. Xia has prepared it for me!"

A bag of minced meat was full of beef, but there were also skin jelly and shrimps. Liu Ying grabbed a little bit in her palm, put it in her pretty little Qiong's nose, sniffed it again and again, "When it was broken, ginger, green onion, rice wine, eggs and other spices should be added..."

"It's indeed the raw material for peeing beef balls!"

Liu Ying pursed her lips, picked up the bag, and jumped onto the small stool to work normally in front of the kitchen counter. She took out a large ball of minced meat and placed it on a clean chopping board. In her head was Xia Yu's special note, "Roll it into strips?"

Swish.

She tried it, looking at the barely striped cucumber, she stuck out her tongue and burst out laughing, "Ah, why is it like a red slug? It's so disgusting!"

Surely not right!

Liu Ying did not rush to make a second attempt, but lowered her head, with her big eyes thinking and wisdom beyond this age.

Passers-by came and went, pointing at the pretty loli standing on the stool.

"Whose child is this?"

"Liu's fried noodles? It's a new stall, no wonder I don't remember it!"

A little further away, Lei Aoxue looked at the boy who had "slept" on the recliner and bit his lip.

After all, I couldn't help but be curious, and Lei Aoxue came to the stall.

At this time, Liu Ying had already begun her second attempt.

She used high-gluten flour to mix the minced meat and stirred with water. As we all know, kneading dough requires strength, but it is not deadly, and requires exquisite skills to use force.

Bang!

Bang!

The kitchen counter with limited space in the stall was used reasonably. Liu Ying was sweating on her forehead, and a large ball of dough with slightly redness was gradually kneaded under her delicate and delicate palms. As she kneaded repeatedly, the texture became smoother and more delicate.

"call……"

Liu Ying wiped her sweat and smiled, "It's true. If you don't mix it with flour, how could it be noodles? It's all my fault for being too stupid. Fortunately, I didn't wake up Mr. Xia to give me a reminder, otherwise he would definitely be disappointed in me!"

"Well, after waking up for half an hour, you can make your own handmade flirty!" she said to herself.

Lei Aoxue quietly saw this and couldn't help but speak: "What kind of face are you?"

"Ah!" Liu Ying was startled, and her little body shook on the stool, almost falling down. She didn't know Lei Aoxue, a stranger, and was staring at her with sharp eyes...

Liu Ying lowered her head.
Chapter completed!