Chapter 350 0350: Making hand-rolled noodles

The girl at the front desk pointed to the QR code posted on the counter: "Scan here."

Yan Zimeng scanned the code with a dark face, and then paid 10,900 yuan: "Can I leave now?"

"I'll open a receipt for you." The girl at the front desk opened the drawer and took out a receipt.

"No need." Yan Zimeng said angrily, turned around and left.

"Welcome to come again next time." The little waiter greeted warmly.

Yan Zimeng couldn't help but stagger, and then ran out.

The front desk and the waiter couldn't help but look at each other, and then smiled. He deserved it.

Le Yao didn't know what happened in the hotel later. She had returned to Wenyuan at this time, changed her clothes and went straight into the kitchen. She didn't eat a few bites of food at all, and she was now hungry.

"Mrs. Young lady, I'll do it." Dema hurriedly followed in.

"No, you can go to rest. I'll get some food myself." Le Yao shook her head, "I'll call you if I need it."

Dema didn't force it, so she really went to rest.

"Sister Lan, I'll help you." Hao Kai also came to Wenyuan and ran into the kitchen with a terrible slap. He didn't eat anything and was hungry. The great meal was disturbed by Yan Ziwei.

The Yan family’s daughters are all poisonous.

Le Yao didn't refuse. Since she had labor, she would make hand-rolled noodles. If this guy didn't help, she would have to use noodles. After all, hand-rolled noodles require strength to knead the dough.

I took a large basin, poured half of the basin into it, then knocked two eggs in it, and stirred it with chopsticks while adding water. When all the flour was stuck together, I kneaded it into a ball with my hands, and then handed it to Hao Kai: "Knead the dough."

It is said that soft noodles dumplings and hard noodles.

The noodles you make should be harder, so the longer you knead the noodles, the more vigorous the noodles will be.

But kneading dough is a laborious job. Usually, after kneading, your arms will not be lifted.

"Okay." Hao Kai rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands, and then started kneading the dough.

"I didn't expect you to knead the dough." Le Yao was a little surprised.

"My mother likes to cook food. Even with rough ingredients, she can make delicious food. Her favorite thing is pasta. I have helped her knead dough and roll out dumpling skins since she was a child." Hao Kai smiled, "It's a pity, later... she left, and I never had a chance again."

Le Yao no longer said anything, but focused on making noodles with braised rice.

She knew about Hao Kai’s life experience, and she was a very miserable child.

Nangong Jue answered the phone call, but he didn't expect Le Yao to start cooking food. He was very happy, but seeing Hao Kai and she were working together while talking and laughing, he felt a little sour and hurriedly walked in: "What can I do?"

Le Yao glanced at him: "You are wearing a suit and tie, what do you think you can do?"

When Nangong Jue heard this, he turned around and left, but he came back in five minutes. This time he changed into casual outfits: "Can you help now?"

"Peeling." Le Yao handed him three potatoes. It seemed that both of them were going to eat, so let's make more. Anyway, she had no hope for the evening dinner, so it would be great if she could end it safely and smoothly.

Where did Nangong Jue do this? When he was a child, even if He Rong was thrown abroad, he was taken care of by a nanny. So he really didn't know how to peel potato chips.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!