father - home

When my mother came to Yu, she told her that it would be better to cook a Chinese meal for dinner while I was at home today, of course, if Yu was not too tired.Yuxin readily agreed, and Zhao Ye followed suit, saying let's just make noodles. He hadn't eaten for a long time, and he thought about it very much. He also said that making noodles is hard work. I'm here today, so I don't worry about no one working.

When Zhao met my eyes, he must have understood the question in my eyes, but he avoided it and ignored me at all.

I was a little lost, and it was inconvenient to express it, so I had to go back to the kitchen with everyone and start making dinner.

This was the first time in my life that I participated in kitchen affairs. Mrs. Reininger was very happy, with a smile all over her face, and she said: Master, you don't have to be busy, I will do it.But my hands are busy helping me roll up my sleeves and tie my apron.

Originally, it was very convenient to make noodles in the manor.The manor makes bread and pasta almost every day, so there are dough mixers and noodle machines.However, Yu and Zhao affirmed that Chinese noodles cannot be made by any machine and must be made by hand, otherwise, the noodles will not be delicious and not chewy enough.Mother and Mrs. Reininger were skeptical, and I was sure they meant to tease me, but I didn't care, as long as Zhao was happy.There is some kind of power gathering in my heart, and I desperately want to vent it.

Mrs. Reininger mixed the eggs and water with the flour, and the rest of the kneading was my business.There are many ladies on the side to guide in time, the work of kneading the dough is going smoothly, and it will be ready in a while, and the dough is put aside to proof.Mrs. Reininger cleared the table, Yu poured coffee for everyone, and Zhao served milk.

"Master, are your hands sore?" Mrs. Reininger asked, helping me to pat the flour off my body.

"A little bit, but it's okay."

"This is the first time for you, sir. You don't know how to move, and you get used to it." I don't know why, Yu and I are quite casual when we meet this time, but the address has returned to the old "Sir".

"Yu, don't you Chinese knead your dough without a machine?"

"It's not that there is no use, it is basically none."

"If this is the case, it is indeed a bit tiring for the lady. You have all worked out."

"If you use brute force like you, women can't do this job, sir. You use the strength of your arms, and we press with the whole body, using the strength of your shoulders."

"Really? Then why didn't you tell me just now?"

"Because you have strength!" Yu Quack laughed.

Akiya, who had been silent all this time, smiled, and both my mother and Mrs. Reininger looked at me and smiled.

The dough is ready.If you can use a machine, you can just stuff the dough into the noodle machine, but now you have to use a rolling pin to roll the dough into sheets less than one millimeter thick.Yu asked Mrs. Reininger if she had a long rolling pin, and Mrs. Reininger said yes, as long as she wanted.So the rolling pin they brought was one meter long. It turned out that the whole dough was rolled together. I thought...it doesn't matter, no matter how big the dough is.

It was still the same, the ladies were directing, and I was actually operating, while Zhao, leaning comfortably on the chair, watched the excitement.

Rolling dough is much more fun than kneading it.The range of motion is large, so that with effort, the dough will expand a lot, and after a few strokes, the dough will become very large. Yu taught me to directly put the dough on the rolling pin and rub it hard. This is the most interesting place. Press it for a while, then spread it out, and the dough becomes much bigger, covering half of the table.The moment I rolled the dough, Yu would sprinkle enough flour on the dough and the table in time to prevent the dough from sticking together.Yu and I cooperated tacitly, and the work was done quickly and well.As the saying goes, "When a man and a woman match, work is not tiring," which really makes sense.

"Yu'er, you really know how to make noodles." Zhao said.It seems that Zhao's understanding of Yu is very limited. Last time in the hospital, Zhao said very unconvinced that Yu could not cook at all.

"Let me tell you, I can not only make noodles, but also steam buns and make dumplings. Eating more noodles is good for your stomach. I will make it for you every day in the future." Yu replied generously.

"Then I don't understand, Yu'er, aren't you from Shanghai?"

"My mother is from Shanghai, and my father's family is from Beiping. Although I have lived in Shanghai for a long time, my grandma still likes pasta, so I can cook both northern and southern meals, and I am used to them."

"Then I'm lucky. But I'm not the favorite pasta, you know."

"Of course I know, you are still very picky, don't worry, I am from Shanghai after all. Who are we to whom, if you have any requirements, you can just say it."

Listening to the content, the two of them can be regarded as flirting, but judging from the expressions, they don't feel that way at all. Moreover, the conversation between the two of them should be in Chinese.In that way, no matter what is said, we can't understand it. Is it intended for me to hear it, or is it just out of politeness?I laughed to myself, is this the person in love?It's too sensitive, and it's all fantasy.

The dough is rolled out, folded layer by layer, and cut into thin strips with a knife.

"I'll do it!" Zhao shouted.

ha!Zhao also has times when he chooses the easy and fears the heavy.In the whole process of making noodles, this "cutting" should be the easiest job and the most fulfilling.But he is a patient, and he could just sit back and enjoy the benefits, so his volunteering attracted a lot of joyful eyes.Thinking back, they said that Zhao also only cared about "cutting" when foreign students made noodles in the past. Could it be that Zhao also was always taken care of among their group of foreign students?

I took off the apron on my body and tied it on Zhao. When the two bodies were very close and almost stuck together, I smiled instinctively. I wanted to say something intimate, but suddenly realized that I could not talk casually. There seemed to be a distance between the two of them suddenly.

"Da, da, da, da, da..." Such a fast frequency, like a machine gun, such a fast movement, it is impossible to see clearly, and the noodles are cut in the blink of an eye.Everyone except Yu stared wide-eyed, and Mrs. Leininger put her left hand on her mouth in surprise, not letting herself say "ah".

This is just a kind of "knife skill", Yu explained. For Chinese food chefs, "knife skill" is one of the most important skills to show their level. Chenghua and so on.Yu picked up a noodle and teased: "Well, it looks okay, and the effort hasn't been wasted."

"It could have been thinner, but it's because you didn't knead the noodles well enough. If they were thinner, they would break." Zhao Heyu shook the cut noodles together, and they were ready to be cooked in a while.