As the fragrance of noodles spreads, people watching the kitchen can also smell this fragrance...

"It's just the fragrance of flour and oil. Everyone has it for cooking, nothing is amazing," said a onlooker disdainfully.

"She added so much oil to it, can this cake still be eaten?"

"Isn't it because I want to use expensive ingredients to hide my poor craftsmanship?"

Huamian listened to the discussions of the people around him and thought to himself: 'The voices of your discussions are too loud. Just adding some oil in the process of making cakes and noodles can make the people here react like this. If they see the dishes they have made in the past, they shouldn't jump up in surprise?'

Thinking of this, Huamian couldn't help but look forward to the dishes that his store would want to operate in the future. Although it looks a bit dilapidated now, when it officially opens, it must make these people look at them with admiration.

Huamian was thinking about it. Xilin had already started making broth. Cut the taro into bite-sized pieces and pour it into a pan of oil. Fry until golden brown, then take it out and pour it into the fat meat that was cut into thin strips before.

The meat strips rolled up and down in the oil pan. Because the meat itself was too fat, a lot of oil appeared during the frying process. As the fat decreased, the size of the meat strips changed. After seeing the meat strips gradually shrank, Xilin poured the meat slices into the pot and fryed them. After a while, she took them out and replaced them with various colors of vegetables to continue to be oiled.

After the vegetables were fried, Xilin directly introduced the warm water into the oil pan, and the oil pan made a "squeezing" sound and exploded in the restaurant.

Xilin then poured it back into the oil soup in the order of taro, meat strips, meat slices, and vegetables, and then added salt and the diluted sauce.

There are not many types of seasonings in this kind of street restaurant. Huamian wanted Xiao Cui to go back and get it again. Since it was made of such fat meat, it would probably not work without adding some condiments such as cumin pepper mustard powder.

Unexpectedly, when she first talked to Xiao Cui, she was stopped by Xilin: "Since it is a decisive victory or defeat, the type of seasoning is the same as the store's. Since the oil has been used by our own because of the quality of the oil, then the rest can be used to provide it in the store."

After adding the seasoning, Xilin added water to the pot twice and took out the top layer of foam. During this period, she continued to make cakes. When she announced that the soup was finished, the cakes were also made full of baskets.

Except for Huamian and his group and the shop owners who can get a separate portion of cake and a bowl of soup, the rest of the shop can only divide a portion of cake and half a bowl of soup on each table. The original dining seats in the shop were a table with four stools, but now there are too many passers-by who are attracted by the fragrance to watch the shop, and there are no longer enough seats. Many people do their best to squeeze towards the table in order to get the cake.

As early as in Hanbei City, Huamian had eaten cakes made by Xilin. The unique baked oil cakes of Beilin people added a lot of oil and noodles, and were seasoned with only a small amount of salt. The crispy pancakes exuded the noodle fragrance, and the golden color brought by the high-quality oil made people's index fingers excited.

The people on the guest table kept sighing while eating the cakes: "Compared with the cakes she made, what we used to eat was like mud cakes."
Chapter completed!