Seeing that the water in the jar began to bubble, Ning Pengpeng took out four packets of seasonings wrapped in oil paper from the package of the carriage, poured them into the jar, and stirred them with a kuaizi.
It's a pity that there is no dehydration equipment, otherwise I could remove some vegetables and put them in the seasoning bag.
However, it doesn't matter if she doesn't have those dehydrated vegetables. She has the canned bean paste she made before.
After scooping up the instant noodles, add a spoonful of the bean paste to make sure you want to eat it again.
After checking that the instant noodles were almost cooked, Ning Pengpeng asked Ning Laosan and Wang Dong to get their respective bowls.
When Ning Laosan heard what his mother said, he immediately ran to the carriage and took out his meal.
Wang Dong, on the other hand, glanced at the young master first and saw that he nodded, then returned to their carriage and quickly took out his and the young master's bowls.
“Come, come, come, although it’s not much, but when I first made this dish, I made it for one person.
These four pieces should be enough for the four of us."
Ning Pengpeng took their bowls with a smile, and picked them up quickly, so that everyone's bowls were equally divided.
Then he poured some noodle soup for each of them, opened his own bean paste, and scooped a spoonful into each bowl.
"Okay, eat it while it's hot. After eating, let's go to bed early."
After Ning Pengpeng finished speaking, Ning Laosan couldn't wait to take his bowl over, stirred it in twos and twos, and then stuffed a big mouthful into his mouth.
Looking at it, Ning Pengpeng couldn't help but swallow her saliva and asked speechlessly.
"Lao San, you don't even want to blow on the noodles that you just picked up, don't you think it's too hot?"
Ning Laosan, who was seduced by the alluring aroma, couldn't care less about the problem of burning it. After baring his teeth and grinning, he bit into the noodles in his mouth. The chewiness was completely different from the noodles he had eaten before.
After slurping for a few times, he ate all the noodles in the bowl, and then drank a big mouthful of noodle soup. The winter has not completely passed, and spring has not yet arrived. Ning Laosan is full of heat.
Sweating profusely on head.
"Mom, these noodles are so delicious!"
After saying this, Ning Laosan couldn't help but grin again. He ate too quickly just now, as if the skin in his mouth was burned.
However, even if the skin is burned, he still wants to eat it!
Thinking of this, Ning Laosan couldn't help but glance at Ning Pengpeng's bowl. After swallowing hard, he forced himself to turn his head away and not look at it, so as not to look ugly if he drooled.
Ning Pengpeng doesn't care about Ning Laosan's greedy appearance. It's just a dream if she wants her to sacrifice herself for others and share her favor with Ning Laosan.
She picked up the noodles with a kuai, blew on them hard to make sure they were no longer hot, and then put them in her mouth.
Chewing slowly, she felt that the instant noodles she made were no worse than those produced by modern instant noodle factories.
However, the taste is still lacking a bit.
After all, her seasonings are definitely not as abundant as the seasoning packets in modern instant noodles.
Ning Peng Peng just doesn’t have those seasonings to enhance the freshness.
The taste of her instant noodles comes entirely from the spoonful of bean paste to enhance the taste!
For someone who has tasted modern instant noodles condiments, this ancient homemade version of instant noodles is still too boring.
But this just made Ning Pengpeng feel lonely. Pei Yan couldn't help but frown when he saw Ning Laosan's vulgar appearance at first.
However, after all, I couldn’t resist the aroma of this pasta.
He picked up one and examined it carefully, but he couldn't figure out what was added to produce the strange aroma in the noodles.
Then I put the noodle I just picked up into my mouth, and the strange aroma and the salty aroma of bean paste burst out in my mouth.
Not to mention, the noodles that he thought were overcooked turned out to be chewy and easy to bite.
Wang Dong also started eating after the young master had eaten for a while.
When the first bite came into his mouth, he paused for a moment, and then, like Ning Laosan, he slurped all the noodles in the bowl into his mouth.
Just like Zhu Bajie swallowing ginseng fruit, he swallowed it into his stomach before he could taste the taste carefully.
I can only drink the noodle soup from the bowl and savor the taste of the noodles in my mouth just now.
By the time Ning Pengpeng put down the bowl, Pei Yan had already finished the instant noodles in the bowl and stared at her with bright eyes.
"Mrs. Ning, what kind of noodles is this? Are you willing to sell this recipe?"
"Well, this is called instant noodles. I thought we were going on a long trip, so I specially made this noodles that can last longer, so that I can fill my stomach when I miss eating on the road.
As for selling, it doesn't mean that it can't be sold.
But you have also seen this instant noodles. I asked my third child to put it in this big vat and seal it with this mud to prevent it from getting wet.
If the instant noodles become soggy, it is equivalent to the noodles going rancid, which will upset your stomach.
Unless you only sell in restaurants, but selling in restaurants feels a little bit inferior.
But if it’s for people traveling long distances, preserving it is a headache.”
Ning Pengpeng didn't say he wouldn't sell it, he just analyzed it carefully for Pei Yan. Although the instant noodles were delicious, he bought the recipe, but it was actually of little use.
After analyzing it, if he still wanted to buy it, she would not be in trouble with the money.
Pei Yan didn't expect that Ning Pengpeng would actually say this.
After thinking carefully about the shortcomings of instant noodles mentioned by Ning Pengpeng, it is indeed true.
Although this instant noodles smells really good, if it is placed on the countertop of a restaurant, it is naturally not as good as the various types of noodles carefully prepared by the chef.
However, if we can solve the problem of the return of tide, it will be a big deal!
Thinking of this, a flash of ambition flashed in Pei Yan's eyes.
Ning Pengpeng, an old country lady, can't think of a good solution. He doesn't believe that so many people can't think of a solution?
"It doesn't matter, even if it can only be left for a few days, that's fine.
Moreover, Mrs. Ning, didn’t you say that this instant noodles can be kept for a long time if placed in a large sealed vat?
It’s a good idea to do this before you can think of an easier way.”
Ning Pengpeng didn't know what Pei Yan was thinking. If he knew, he would definitely pour cold water on him.
If you want this instant noodles to be sealed and portable, you can only produce plastic bags.
With such a backward level in ancient times, it is really difficult for Fat Tiger to produce plastic bags!
She remembered that the raw materials for plastic bags should be petroleum or coal. Although these things are not impossible to find, she wanted to extract plastic from these raw materials. Ning Pengpeng said that she was just an ordinary real estate salesperson and had no experience at all.
know how to do it.
Moreover, plastic is difficult to degrade. Although it brings a lot of convenience, the negative impact it has on the environment is also fatal.