Raising Cubs in Another World

Take enough flour for three people from the noodle bowl, shake it on the kneading wooden board, dig a hole in the flour mountain, Song Ning breaks in a few eggs, first cover the flour with one hand, and then start squeezing it little by little.

The orange-yellow egg liquid and flour were pressed into dough, and Song Ning kneaded the dough vigorously with both palms.The lovely dough was kneaded into various shapes in his hands, sometimes it was like a dough cake, sometimes it was like a ball, or it was like a strip of white rolling pin.

During this period, he also added mountain spring water until the dough was kneaded to the optimum softness.He pinched a small ball and stretched it, and shook it in the air. The dough became slender but continued, and he pressed it back to the whole dough with satisfaction.

He took out a porcelain bowl full of oil, and there was a wool brush in the porcelain bowl. He took the wool brush and dipped it in oil, and spread it back and forth in the dough.

It didn't stop until the surface of the dough seemed to be covered with a layer of shiny oil.

Song Ning was afraid that Bole would be bored, so he said to him: "Noodles with vegetable oil will be more elastic than ordinary noodles, and the taste is different without oil. And even if you don't use noodles, the noodles The dough can also be made into puff pastry."

Bo Le was very curious about this, he stretched out his clean hand and poked towards the dough. The surface of the dough was shiny and slippery, and he almost fluttered without poking it in.Can not help the eyes sprouting light.

"This dough looks so interesting."

"That's right." Song Ning scraped the bridge of Po Le's nose with flour-stained fingers, and immediately the bridge of his tall nose was covered with white flour. Bo Le changed from an aristocratic boy to a white-faced boy.

"Would you like to try it?" He saw Bo Le rubbing his nose in distaste, and smiled slightly.

Bo Le raised his eyebrows: "Is it possible?"

Song Ning: "Of course."

Song Ning took Bo Le's hand, and started to fold his sleeves, and folded up little by little, revealing a part of Bo Le's arm.Bo Le looked at him deeply, and let Song Ning fold his sleeves for him. Song Ning said, "This way you won't get your clothes dirty. Also, kneading dough requires skill, and the key point is with you." On your wrist, your wrist should be flexible, and every side of the dough should be kneaded, so that the dough will be even and the elasticity will be consistent."

He spoke carefully, the two halves of his lips were opened and closed, sometimes the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and there was an obvious smile.Bo Le rolled his Adam's apple, and said in a crisp voice, "Didn't you say that to scare me?"

Song Ning raised his head and blinked at him, "This time it's true."

The next moment, Bo Le stood in front of the wooden board, raised his palms, and pressed them on the dough. Song Ning's way of kneading the dough just now appeared in his mind, and he began to knead it in a decent way. He always remembered what Song Ning said Touch the words you want to touch in all directions, click left, click right, click forward, click back.

It looks so cute.

Song Ning licked the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help rubbing Bo Le's head. His hair was soft and soft, and it felt good.

He looked at it for a long time before reluctantly shifting his sight to the torn bamboo shoots.

The mountain spring in the wooden basin was not as clear as it was at the beginning. When his hands were stained with water, the water flowing in his palms turned light yellow. He estimated that it was almost done, so he poured out the water and took the bamboo shoots out of the basin. Drain.

Song Ning poured a little oil into the pot, waited for the oil to float out of small bubbles and steam, he scooped up two tablespoons of chili sauce and poured it in, sizzling, the pot started to sizzling, and he shook it into the pot again. Bean paste and minced garlic.

After stir frying for a few times, the spicy smell began to waft out. He then poured the drained bamboo shoots into the pot and began to turn them open and closed.Holding the edge of the pot with one hand, he weighed the pot. The white bamboo shoots were stained with the red color of chili sauce and bean paste, and the red color wafted out a more fragrant and attractive taste.

He didn't take out the pan until the bamboo shoots were cooked, and poured them into the prepared plate.

Next, he starts frying the mushrooms.

Mushrooms are a versatile way to eat. He specially picked small mushrooms, which are only as big as the head of a thumb. The small round mushroom umbrella looks miniature and cute.

Mushrooms need to be blanched in water before frying.Fresh mushrooms have a weed ash smell that comes from sawdust while growing, and blanching the mushrooms will greatly reduce this odor.

Song Ning boiled it for about 10 minutes before picking it up, soaking it in cold water to filter out the hot air, and then squeezing it. The squeezed mushrooms could no longer see their original cute appearance, and they became various squeezed shapes.

Song Ning frowned in dissatisfaction, picked up the mushroom and snapped it back to its original cute shape before giving up.

This move was stared at by Bo Le, who was looking at him after rubbing his face. Bo Le's cold sapphire blue eyes showed a gentle smile, and he thought to himself, why Song Ning could still Maintaining his own nature like this is as childish as a child.

Someone who looks like a child is now pouring oil into the iron pan.

He poured more than half of the bottle before he stopped.Although fried food should not be eaten too much, it should be solemn and sacred to eat once in a while.

Song Ning began to throw mushrooms in, one by one, the small mushrooms were thrown into the scorching sea of ​​fire, and they floated on the oil surface, and soon, there was a layer of cute mushrooms floating on the oil surface.

After the baptism of high temperature, the mushrooms become plump, and the dark mushroom umbrellas are bubbling, and the color gradually deepens.The fragrance from the mushrooms is also pulled out little by little, filling the whole kitchen.

Both Song Ning and Bo Le swallowed their saliva, and they looked at each other with a smile, and they both saw greedy insects in each other's eyes.

"I finished kneading the dough."

Bo Le held up the dough and handed it to Song Ning, asking for credit.

Song Ning took the dough and looked at it, and sincerely began to praise: "It's great, we Lele are so good, it's the first time we knead such a uniform and beautiful dough."

Bo Le blushed slightly, and accepted them one by one: "You're welcome."

Song Ning said with a gentle smile: "Since our family is so capable, can you do me a favor now?"

Bo Le said seriously: "Please tell me!"

"Now, classmate Lele, please boil a pot of water until the pot is [-]% full. Add three slices of ginger, two spoonfuls of salt and one spoonful of pepper."

"Ok."

After assigning, the mushrooms were almost finished frying. He took out the colander, fished out the mushrooms, drained off the excess fat, and put them into a plate with bamboo shoots for later use.Song Ning looked at the boiling water pot. The boiling water was rolling with water vapor, and the water vapor was rising. After this operation, the two men's full foreheads were covered with fine sweat.

Song Ning subconsciously pulled out his chest, but it was empty.

Bole saw that he took out a beige handkerchief from his arms. He was not the kind of person who liked to carry handkerchiefs with him. This habit started with Song Ning. Song Ning always carried a few handkerchiefs with him in case of need. It is available from time to time, but sometimes Song Ning forgets to bring a new handkerchief when he runs out.At this time, the existence of Bole has value.

Well, every time Song Ning couldn't find a new handkerchief, he handed it over obediently, and said in a clear and pleasant voice, "Use mine."

Just as Song Ning stretched out his hand, Bo Le took a step forward, only half a step away from him, bent forward slightly, kept holding Song Ning's shoulder with one hand, and covered Song Ning with the other hand holding the handkerchief. On Ning's smooth and full forehead, his eyes were clear, and he said, "Let me help you."

Song Ning stood obediently and let Bo Le wipe the sweat off his forehead obediently.

He saw that Bo Le was wiping very carefully. At this distance, he could feel each other's breathing, and the breathing of both of them was shallow without much ups and downs.Song Ning even found it very interesting.This was the first time that a thin-skinned guy like Bo Le took the initiative. Before, as long as he was close, he would be as stiff as a cutie with fried hair.

When did such a big change start?Song Ning didn't think about it either, he just felt that the relationship between the two of them became closer after the last confession, he likes this kind of intimacy, and also likes Bo Le who is willing to get close to him.It was an emotion he had never felt before.

In his last life, he had been immersed in his own experiments, and he had lived in his twenties without making any friends he could really talk to.In this life, it feels really good to have the little guy as a friend who is closer than family.

"Are you ready?" he asked with a smile.

Bo Le paused for a moment, put it down the next second, and said, "It's fine." After finishing speaking, he used a handkerchief to wipe himself indiscriminately, and then Bo Le stuffed the veil back into his arms.

"Then let's cook the noodles now." Song Ning weighed the dough, and picked out an iron knife that was one foot wide and three feet long from the shelf hanging the knives.

Song Ning put his thumb on the front end of the blade, pinched it tightly with his fingertips, exerted strength with his wrist, the blade scraped across the dough, and brought up a thin and wide noodle. The noodle glided in the air with a beautiful arc, and jumped into the boiling water .

His speed was so fast that the noodles flew to the sky like a goddess, and landed from the sky, all of which were thrown into the center of the pot with precision.The noodles submerged in the boiling water were tumbling with the water waves, and soon, the rolling water vapor carried the aroma of the noodles.

After Song Ning finished peeling the dough, he immediately picked up the bamboo chopsticks and stirred them quickly and evenly in the pot. He picked up a piece of noodles and looked at it before putting it in. After a few seconds, he weighed the colander in the other hand , scoop up the noodles.

Put the scooped up noodles into a sea bowl with cyan carved ice cracks on a white background. Song Ning added the fried bamboo shoots and fried crispy mushrooms. A little chopped green onion.

A bowl of hot and sour bamboo shoot noodles is ready.

One bowl was for Bo Le, but this bowl did not add any hot sauce. He dug two tablespoons of hot sauce into his own bowl. Under the action of the hot sauce, the clear soup turned into a red soup. I know how spicy this bowl of noodles is.

Bo Le's mouth secreted excess saliva, he swallowed, pointed at the bowl of noodles in disbelief and said, "Aren't you afraid of so many peppers?"

"not bad."

Song Ning took a mouthful of the noodles and started chewing them. The spicy taste stimulated his taste buds, and his lips and tongue turned red with excitement. He licked the corners of his mouth and said temptingly: "It's delicious, it's so delicious. .”

"..." Bo Le looked at his red lips, which were bright and beautiful. Following the master's movements, they moved his heart one by one. Come face to face.

Song Ning teased, "Don't worry, this hot sauce is really not spicy. How can I let you not enjoy the noodles you kneaded so hard?" After finishing speaking, he added two spoonfuls of hot sauce to his noodles , picked up the shiitake mushrooms covered with chili sauce and threw them into his mouth, and picked up the bamboo shoots and ate them crisply.

While signaling Bole to eat quickly.

"It doesn't taste good when it's warm or cold. It's best to eat this hot and sour noodles while it's still smoking. If you're afraid of spicy food, you can add some mature vinegar. The mature vinegar can neutralize the spicy taste and make your taste more delicious." It doesn't taste that spicy."

Before he finished speaking, Bole picked up the bottle of mature vinegar without hesitation, and poured half of the bottle for himself.

For spicy, Bole is more acceptable to sour.

He took a sip of the sliced ​​noodles and was amazed by the sour, spicy and fragrant taste.

He sucked again and again.

After a while, his mouth was full of greasy food, and his ruddy lips were full of charm. He imitated Song Ning's appearance, licked the corner of his mouth, and sucked the delicious food from the corner of his mouth into his own mouth.

"It's really enjoyable."

After half a bowl of noodles, Bo Le raised his head again. He looked at Song Ning, who usually eats normally but is very slow. This time Song Ning's speed is comparable to his. It turns out that the man is eating what he likes. When it comes to food, the speed will also increase.

He couldn't help being delighted, squinting his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously, revealing a sincere smile.

Song Ning raised his head with a feeling, and his eyes fell into this beautiful painting like a fairyland.

He was startled, and said a word in his heart.

His family is happy, this is getting more and more beautiful.

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