The Qin family's happiness has just begun.
Longevity noodles are just an appetizer.
Considering that not everyone is Qin Luo, you can have another meal after a bowl of chicken noodle soup. The longevity noodle cooked by Qinhuai today is a special longevity noodle made in New Year's Eve, and the youth mini version is very small.
People with normal appetite usually eat half full.
Mr. Qin and Grandma Qin are getting older and have a much lower appetite than before. Their youth mini version of longevity noodles is even more reduced.
Not only is the youth mini version, but the Sixi Tangtuan is also the youth mini version.
Of course, no one knows the small cuts of corners. Qin Luo doesn't care. Qin Congwen and Zhao Rong didn't notice that the bowl of super delicious noodles in front of him was the chicken noodle soup made by Qin Huai in Yunzhong Canteen before.
I thought it was a new product I learned in Gusu like Sixi Tangtuan.
Qin Xiuli, Grandma Qin and others would not know about it. They only think that the snacks in big cities are like this and the portion is small.
He Cheng is the slowest to eat.
It’s not because of the small appetite. He Cheng, who is in the first year of high school like Qin Luo, is the most edible among the Qin family, and has a slightly larger appetite than Qin Luo.
As for why Qin Huai knew that He Cheng's appetite was slightly larger than Qin Luo, it was because during the Chinese New Year last year, He Cheng ate half a bun more than Qin Luo.
And that was the first half. After He Cheng finished the first half at the Qin family, he had to go to his grandfather's house to eat a few bites in the second half. The appetite should not be underestimated.
Half-old man, I am poor. He Cheng, who is half-old man, is also angry when he eats, and the tiger is rushing to eat, which is not much inferior.
He Cheng ate slowly because he couldn't bear to leave.
The child is pitiful.
In the first semester of the first year of high school, he either ate at home or eats in the cafeteria. Although He Cheng studied in the city, the food in the city’s high school is not much better than that in the county. Occasionally, he went to Shaxian snacks at the entrance of the school at night.
Two steamed dumplings are considered to improve the food.
In the past six months, He Cheng was looking forward to the stars and the sun coming out of the deep mountains, and finally he finally came back to his dear cousin Qin Huai.
When he was eating steamed buns in the morning, He Cheng was maliciously targeted by Qin Luo and sent them the youngest ones.
At that time, Qin Luo felt that He Cheng was lazy and did not pour water for Qinhuai, and used the most extreme and harsh methods to deal with his cousin. He picked and picked in a basket of steamed buns, and picked from steamed buns of the same size that was comparable to the assembly line.
Two small ones were sent for He Cheng.
He Cheng smashed his mouth and felt that he had forgotten what the wine-stewed buns tasted in the morning.
Anyway, it's delicious!
It smells like wine, but it tastes none. It is sweet, soft, and chewy. Compared with the wine-stewed steamed buns they ate in the morning, the white flour steamed buns they sold in the morning should have been dragged out to make 8,000 yuan.
plate.
The steamed bun was big and hard, dry and not fluffy at all. After eating a few bites, I felt that the steamed bun was stuck to my tongue and I had to drink some water to go smoothly.
Of course, this cannot be entirely blamed on the school’s steamed buns, which still have advantages.
Cheap.
One is 1.5 yuan, one is big and honest. What I know is that the steamed buns don’t know that they thought it was a bread. He Cheng had such a large appetite, and he could roll his eyes even if he had two and a half steamed buns.
He Cheng was drinking chicken soup.
Grandma Qin has the best chicken raising skills and raises at least a dozen chickens every year. She buys chickens in the spring and keeps them until the New Year.
From New Year's Eve to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, there are young hens on the Qin family's dining table every day that contribute to the New Year. Grandma Qin's chicken is well-raised, and the little hen is tender in meat, whether it is stewed or braised, or
It is very suitable to make white-cut chicken.
Even the local eggs are more fragrant than other homes.
The young little hens are on the dining table during the New Year, and the old hens keep eggs, which is the habit of Grandma Qin raising chickens for many years.
This year, the elders of the family were sacrificed for Qinhuai's longevity noodles. All seven old hens were put into the pot without pulling them.
Grandma Qin was a little distressed when she killed the chicken, and she thought about whether to leave one for her. Later, she thought it was the need of her baby grandson, and the old hen was dead, so she gritted her teeth and put it all in the pot.
Now it seems that he is indeed dead.
He Cheng carefully finished his last sip of soup, and deliberately raised the bowl and covered it on his face in a very incredible way, and quietly licked the edge of the bowl.
So delicious.
The chicken soup itself is already very delicious, not to mention that the chicken soup has been cooked now, achieving a wonderful fusion of carbohydrates and fats.
When he thought of the vigorous noodles just now, He Cheng swallowed again, put down the bowl, restrained the urge to lick all the bowls in his heart, and opened his mouth and asked, "Brother, do you still have noodles? I still want to eat a bowl!"
If you don’t have enough food at the Qin family’s New Year’s Eve dinner table, you can ask if there is one more thing to add.
There is no competition, the smoke of gunpowder, the shadow of swords, intrigue, the construction of the plank road openly, and the secret passage of Chencang. Thirty-six strategies, Sun Tzu's art of war and force value cannot be used at the Qin family's New Year's Eve dinner table, the only thing you need is the amount of food
.
The white case focuses on one management.
Don't worry about not having enough food, just worry about not having enough food.
"Yes, but I don't recommend you to eat it now. Today, there are too many snacks. If you want to eat some snacks, you can't eat them. First, eat Sixi Tangtuan. If you still have all the snacks, go to the room and yourself.
Put noodles in that big iron pot.” Qin Huai sincerely advised.
Didn't this stupid child notice that no one except him asked this question? Because everyone else started eating Sixi Tangtuan, he was still stupid and savoring the longevity noodles.
Qin Huai has rated his own dim sum before. Although many dim sums are B-level, there is also a gap between B-level and B-level.
When I go home during the Chinese New Year, I don’t have the right helpers around me, and many snacks will be cut.
The longevity noodles were peeled very well.
Changshou noodles have two essences, one is noodle and the other is soup. When Zheng Siyuan was in Huang Ji, he loved eating Changshou noodles so much in the morning, mainly because the soup was the soup. Huang Jia personally hanged the soup for cooking Changshou noodles.
Although he ranked at the end of the crane, Huang Jia was still a famous disciple who could be listed as a famous chef, so he had no idea about his soup skills.
Just that pot of soup is something that many talented chefs can't make in their entire lives.
Grandma Qin’s chicken soup is not bad, but it is just ordinary chicken soup.
In addition, there are so many snacks to make today, it is impossible to make everything so fine, so today's longevity noodles are actually only-
【Longevity Noodle C+ Level】
C+ grade longevity noodles were secretly licking the bowl. Qin Huai felt that my cousin probably had no stomach capacity and then ate the second bowl of longevity noodles today.
Qin Huai looked down at the Sixi Tangtuan in the bowl.
【Sixi Tangtuan Class B】
The ability of Sixi Tangtuan to perform stably is inseparable from Aunt Wang’s excellent meat-cooking skills.
As a specialist who has been making beef balls for 365 days a year, Aunt Wang may not have a high level of knife skills, but she must have quite some of her own opinions on chopping meat.
When I saw it in the kitchen in the afternoon, I thought Aunt Wang’s meat was chopped well.
Aunt Wang didn’t know what Sixi Tangtuan was, but Aunt Wang knew what kind of meat stuffing Qinhuai wanted.
Qinhuai took a bite of pure meat dumplings.
tasty.
The essence of pure meat-filled glutinous rice balls is that the meat should be fresh, the meat-filled should be chopped well, the seasoning should not be fancy, and the overall should be relatively fresh and elegant.
Although today's pure meat dumplings are still so ordinary and brilliant, the other three are competing for beauty, and the shiny sweet fillings make them look like passerby who doesn't have a single line in a movie, but it is still a qualified pure
Meat glutinous rice balls.
It’s just that he is a 75-cent gnocchi, and the other three sweet fillings are 80-85-cent gnocchi.
Qinhuai thinks that the meat-filled glutinous rice dumplings are delicious today because they are better than Qinhuai expected.
Aunt Wang really understands meat filling very much.
Qin Huai glanced out of the corner of his eyes that He Cheng had already started eating glutinous rice balls. He Cheng scooped the first one into the meat stuffing, but was stopped by Qin Luo and told him to eat the sweet ones first and the salty ones in the middle.
Although He Cheng was not good at making tea, he was not guilty of this, so he still had to eat the glutinous rice dumplings.
After a bean paste-filled glutinous rice ball, He Cheng was shocked.
After a sesame candy-filled glutinous rice ball, He Cheng became even more stunned.
After a meat-filled glutinous rice ball, He Cheng was not as stupid as before.
After the last glutinous rice dumpling was eaten, He Cheng wanted to cry a little.
He hated why he was not Qin Huai adopted by his parents, so he was Qin Huai's younger brother.
After eating Changshou Noodles and Sixi Tangtuan, Grandma Qin felt full.
The snacks made from glutinous rice are a bit pampered. Grandma Qin said that she can no longer overeat when she is old like in previous years. The Internet said that the elderly should keep healthy and eat less and eat more meals.
Grandma Qin has quit having her midnight snacks in the past two years and will not secretly get up in the middle of the night to eat braised pork.
Yes, Grandma Qin had a hobby of getting up in the middle of the night to eat braised pork and plum vegetable stewed pork a few years ago.
Grandma Qin put down the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and prepared to symbolically eat two bites of the dishes she cooked by herself, and then ended today's successful New Year's Eve dinner.
Seeing grandma picking up chopsticks, Qin Huai knew that grandma was full when she asked to touch her.
"Grandma." Qin Huai said to remind, "You don't need to taste other snacks on this table. You can keep the dried tangerine peel tea for thirsty when you play mahjong at night. You can eat Sandianbao tomorrow morning, but Guoer you
I must try it tonight.”
"This is your grandson's signature dish in Huang Ji, and I went to the magazine." Qin Huai began to boast about himself.
"Yes, yes, grandma, didn't I take a photo for you? There is such a long queue at Huang Ji's door, and people start queuing up before dawn every day just to eat my brother's fruit."
Grandma Qin suddenly felt that seven-point full is not full, and nine-point full is just right.
Grandma Qin squinted her eyes and looked around the table, not knowing Guoer: "Which snack is Guoer?"
"This!" Qin Luo stood up and took it to Grandma Qin, and chose the ugliest one very considerately, "Grandma, just break it apart and eat it!"
"Yes, yes, taste the taste." Qin Huai also echoed wildly.
Qin Xiuli had long noticed the fruit on the table, and she counted the ugliest ones in the table of beautiful snacks.
While eating the last glutinous rice dumpling, Qin Xiuli murmured to He Hua: "I remember that Huaihuai enrolled in an art interest class when he was a child? It's useless to learn it."
"Speak softly, don't let Huaihuai hear it."
Qin Huai didn't hear Qin Xiuli and his wife muttering, but he heard Grandma Qin's muttering.
"Old man, did I remember that Huaihuai learned to draw when he was a child? The painting was quite good. The President Qin of the Welfare Institute showed me the colorful ones. Why is it now..."
Qinhuai:...
Grandma, don’t talk to your elder brother, your aesthetic taste is also a bit worrying.
"This is called art. Have you never seen it when watching videos? Abstract art!" Mr. Qin was very confident.
Grandma Qin was puzzled, so she could only look at the abstract art carefully and felt that she might not really understand art, and it was better to look colorful.
Grandma Qin broke the fruit hard, but it didn't work out. The gravy flowed out along the dough. Grandma Qin hurriedly came up to suck it.
In an instant, Grandma Qin's eyes widened.
As a dessert, the taste of fruit is very layered.
It has the skin of noodles, which is slightly hard and has a unique taste and is not bad to taste. If you only eat the skin in the first bite, you will think it is a very standard chewy white pasta dessert.
Peel off the outer layer that was deliberately hard to make the skin hard to shape, and the skin inside also has a different taste.
The skin in the middle is soft, and the skin in the innermost is soft and soaked in soup.
Just like the bun skin, some people love the most is the skin that is closest to the meat filling of a big meat bun, soaked in soup, it tastes oily and fragrant, and thinks it is the essence.
The innermost layer of skin of the noodles is undoubtedly the plus version of the large meat foreskin.
It looks oily, but the carrot puree tastes nicely to dilute the oil.
It is the sweet fragrance of the gravy, the joy of finishing it with steamed buns dipped in vegetable soup, the perfect combination of fat and carbohydrate, and the essence of real fruit.
It is impossible for normal people to eat fruit in one bite.
Grandma Qin ate it in one bite.
This is the first time she has eaten.
Grandma Qin had never understood why anyone would be willing to queue up for dinner. It was so boring to queue up. Not only did she feel tired when she stood there, but her back hurts after standing for a long time.
When Grandma Qin was young, she hated queuing the most, but she always had to queue up. She had to queue up for food delivery. During the Chinese New Year, she had to queue up for shopping at the supply and marketing cooperative in the town, she had to queue up for buying things, she had to queue up for taking a ox cart, she had to queue up for taking a bus, and she had to buy train tickets.
Need to queue up.
Sometimes Grandma Qin surfs the internet at home and watches short videos. When everyone's comment on the hot restaurant is that it's absurd to have a queue for hours.
She didn't even want to line up to get eggs.
Young people in this big city are too idle and don’t go to work? Are the things in the restaurant that are that delicious? You have to eat for hours.
Now, Grandma Qin understands.
What is a few hours?
What the old man lacks the most is time!
Start queuing before dawn?
Coincidentally, I wake up before dawn every day, and I really don’t go to work, I’m professional and can rank!
Grandma Qin chewed her mouth in big mouthfuls, originally just watching the gravy flow out and was afraid of wasting her money. Then, but then, the small piece of fruit disappeared.
"Himmer." Grandma Qin burped a very unhealthy burp.
After taking a look at the remaining half of the fruit, Grandma Qin stuffed the fruit into Mr. Qin: "You eat the rest."
Mr. Qin took the fruit.
Mr. Qin originally wanted to eat the Dream Suan Meng Seed Bread, but he thought the sesame cake looked delicious. There were sesame seeds on it, and it was covered with meat filling and it was so beautiful.
Mr. Qin knows sesame cakes very well. He knows that this kind of sesame cakes should be eaten while it is hot, and it will not taste good when it is cold.
Unfortunately, his wife gave him the unfinished fruit, and after eating the fruit, she couldn't eat the sesame cakes.
The old lady is really good. She can’t finish eating and keep it for tomorrow. Isn’t the snacks on the thirty night every year like this? I have to give it to him, forget it, just take it and eat it.
Mr. Qin bit it down with one bite.
Mr. Qin forgot to realize his dream and Shaobing.
Sesame cake? What sesame cake? What is sesame cake? Is it very important?
Mr. Qin took a bite of the fruit.
This is the ugly...dssert he likes to eat.
What is this dim sum called?
Fruit...she?
Chapter completed!