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Chapter 89: Section Chief Huang¡¯s snail noodles

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    Old Huangtou has not been back for seven or eight years. He couldn¡¯t find it and gave up.

    Jiang Xiaoye's words made Old Huangtou stunned, and he said a little excitedly: "Xiaoye, I understand what you mean. I will take this opportunity to find them, right? Yes, my ancestors relied on snail noodles to support themselves. This is  It¡¯s a craft passed down from ancestors, if there is such an event, they will definitely participate!¡±

    "Yes, and if you win the award, the city leaders and reporters of Liuzhou City will interview you. Grandpa Huang, are you sure? Do you want to give it a try?"

    Sure enough, Old Huangtou was still unwilling to give in and still missed his eldest brother's child.

    Back then, Old Huangtou almost starved to death. Grandma Huang¡¯s family used five pounds of sweet potatoes, two pounds of soybeans to buy him to farm, and finally they got married. Old Huangtou never forgot to find his relatives.

    "Of course!" Old Huangtou said disdainfully, raising his chin slightly: "The craftsmanship passed down by my ancestors was famous in Liuzhou in the past. It is the most authentic snail noodle. Are the ones we have now worthy of being called authentic?"

    "Try?"

    Want to get rich!

    Jiang Xiaoye started to encourage.

    "You still don't believe it? I'm going to prepare it now, but there are a lot of things missing!" Old Huangtou went to prepare the snail noodles with great enthusiasm.

    "Old lady, do you have any Chen rice at home?"

    "In the rice vat in the kitchen cabinet, there is old rice, which was dried two days ago." Grandma Huang came in with a bucket. Although she was old, her hands and feet were still pretty nimble.

    "Come on, Xiaoye, help!"

    "Okay, is the old rice delicious? I have new Northeastern rice at home. Can I get it when I go home?" Jiang Xiaoye quickly lifted out the half-meter vat under the kitchen cabinet. The rice inside obviously has a long-lasting smell.

    "What kind of new rice do you want? New rice is not good. My secret recipe does not add anything. The main raw material is old rice, because the powder made from old rice is tough, strong and elastic. New rice is too soft.  The rice noodles that come out stick to your teeth.¡±

    Old Huangtou picked up a cloth bag and took it outside to pat it.

    Soaking the rice, grinding the rice, and then cooking it in a large pot.

    There was a clang on the wooden door, and Xiao Hei burst in, wagging his tail and ran to the pot to smell it. This busy work has been going on for an hour, but this is just the beginning.

    ¡°It¡¯s so troublesome, Grandpa Huang.¡±

    Jiang Xiaoye felt that the process was too much.

    "I went to Liuzhou a few years ago and saw the dry-cut powder processing in a factory in Liuzhou. It completely got rid of manual work and it was all done by machines. Alas, it lost a certain taste, but if you want to mass-produce it, this is the only way. They  That machine is really fast. It selects the rice, then the machine cleans, soaks, crushes, and mixes it. Then it uses the machine to squeeze the filament, age it, wash the powder, loosen the filament, and dry it. It is a set of processes, mass production, and the progress of the times.  It¡¯s too fast, and old craftsmanship will be eliminated if it can¡¯t keep up with the changes.¡±

    Since he came back that year, Lao Huangtou has not made snail noodles a few times. The experience of fully automatic production was a big blow to someone with old skills like him.

    Jiang Xiaoye smiled, walked to the corner and kicked Xiao Hei who was pulling the pickle jar. Why does this dog have a special liking for pickles?

    "Woof!"

    Lord Xiaohei, just smell it!

    The little black butt, which had been prepared for a long time, twisted, but it was not kicked.

    "Although the old craftsmanship is good, it cannot be popularized. It cannot be sold pot by pot like before. By the way, I remember there were pork bones before, right? I'll prepare it."

    Jiang Xiaoye remembered that when he was a child, he and Dahan fished a big bone from the bottom of the pot.

    "That's beef bone. The core of Section Chief Huang's snail noodles is boiling it with beef bones. The main ingredients are simmered with snails, beef bones, chicken racks, and spices. It needs to be boiled for more than twelve hours, and briquettes are used to cook it.  .¡±

    Old Huangtou rubbed his waist and bared his teeth and said, "I'm old, I'm old. My back hurts when I do some work. Let's take a rest."

    "You are lazy!"

    Grandma Huang, who was helping to sharpen the powder knife, saw that her husband was about to take a break and said angrily: "Xiao Ye is still waiting. When will your laziness get better? Hurry up!"

    "Woof!"

    hurry up!

    Xiao Hei barked, wagging his tail enthusiastically, don¡¯t rest until you¡¯re making delicious food!

    "How can you be the same as you were when you were old?" Old Huangtou muttered and continued to work honestly.

    "Grandpa Huang, what is the spice?"

    Spices?

    Jiang Xiaoye doesn¡¯t know much about cooking ingredients.

    "Ginger, sand ginger, star anise, cinnamon, fragrant?, cinnamon, cloves, grass fruits, um, amomum villosum, dried chilies, preferably millet peppers, and what else Sichuan peppercorns, yes, Sichuan peppercorns, other oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea can be added or not.  It doesn't matter, this family is gone.  "

    Old Huangtou remembered these recipes very clearly.

    "I'm going to buy it. I have a big pot at home. Let me boil it. It takes twelve hours. I can just boil it until the afternoon and morning. What else do you need, Grandpa Huang?"

    Jiang Xiaoye has a good memory and can almost remember it after listening to it once.

    "Sour bamboo shoots, bean curd sticks, and the most important chili oil, sour beans, fungus, dried radish, fried peanuts, and most importantly, stone snails. Stone snails are the soul of snail noodles. Xiao Ye, I said so much, how can you  Remember? Sour bamboo shoots are best pickled, and the yuba is fried by yourself. The yuba in Section Chang Huang¡¯s snail noodles must be called golden yuba, otherwise the taste will be a little different. You need to make it yourself, and your dad can do it.  I'll just mix the chili oil."

    Old Huangtou wiped the sweat from his forehead. The sun was rising and the temperature was getting higher and higher.

    "Yes!" Jiang Xiaoye stretched out his fingers and said: "Stone snails, beef bones, chicken racks, ginger, sand ginger, star anise, cinnamon"

    "You need to buy pickled bamboo shoots, fry the yuba yourself, pickled beans, fungus, dried radish, fried peanuts, and chili oil. Grandpa Huang, don't you think there is anything missing? If not, I will prepare it now."

    This snail noodle, I finally understand why old Huangtou said that the snail noodle is troublesome. The traditional and old-fashioned snail noodle made by Section Chief Huang, if it cannot be produced mechanized, even one pot will kill people.

    However, for 1 million!

    Do it!

    Old Huangtou also calculated silently, grinned and said: "College students have good brains. Go ahead, Xiaoye. I will leave it to you, Grandpa Huang, to cut and dry the noodles. In addition, take Xiaohei away quickly, and put them in the jar."  A few pieces of meat have been castrated, and its nose is quite sharp."

    Xiao Hei, who slipped into the pickle jar again, looked back and walked back as if nothing had happened. Old man, you have offended Mr. Xiao Hei!

    Xiao Hei has silently decided to come and steal your bacon at night!

    Jiang Xiaoye left with Xiao Hei who looked back three times in one step. Lingquan was his magic weapon to win the snail noodle competition.

    When he got home, Jiang Xiaoye found a pen and quickly wrote down, stone snails, beef bones, chicken racks, ginger

    "Mom, where is the meeting today?"

    Jiang Xiaoye went to the vegetable garden and shouted.

    Li Lan was planting vegetables when he heard the words and stood up.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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