After black and red traffic fell in love with farming

After sending the message, he closed WeChat. It was still [-]:[-] in the evening, and there was still a considerable distance from his original bedtime. He couldn't bear the loneliness, so he picked up his coat, put on a mask, and went outside.

Although there are many tourists in the scenic area during the day, at night, the locals come out to look for food and play, as if the small town on the side can be seen at a glance, full of charms that are completely different from those in the daytime.Under the layers of light and shadow, the old streets that are still a little bit old in the daytime make people feel like returning to their childhood. The bluestone path extends to the old mottled brick wall where the vision is blurred, and the weeds in the corners tend to add color. The potholes splashed on the ground seem to have a long history.

There are cars and pedestrians on the road, and in such a cold night, most of them are accompanied by others, only occasionally a loner like Shen Zhiyan, it looks very pitiful.

He walked around and looked around, as if he had come to a night market. The whole street was full of food and entertainment stalls. The smell of grilled octopus, squid and fried chicken drumsticks constantly stimulated Shen Zhiyan's sense of taste. His eyes shot down along the street stalls , suddenly, stopped somewhere.

"..."

The system followed his gaze and looked over:

"Wait a minute, host—"

Shen Zhiyan completely ignored the system's warning. The scarf was thickly wrapped around his neck twice. He squeezed into the crowd. The aunt who was waving a light stick in front of the stage saw him and asked enthusiastically, "Young man, are you here to participate in the competition?"

Shen Zhiyan nodded repeatedly, why would he squeeze up if he didn't participate.

"Come here, come here." The auntie pulled him to stand in front of one of the tables and yelled loudly: "Is there anyone else? Is there anyone else?"

An uncle in his forties stood up and said, "I'll come too."

"Okay, you stand at that table."

This is a restaurant holding an event. Eight tables are placed at the entrance, lined up one by one. A piece of dough and some vegetables and meat are placed on each table, and the contestants are free to combine to make a bowl of noodles.In this winter, there seems to be a piece of ice everywhere, and there is nothing more warming to the heart than hot and fragrant noodles and watching the excitement.

Seeing that seven of the eight tables were full, the staff in the store were pulling the last one. Seeing the noisy place, the aunt came down to interview them one by one with a microphone, and when it was Shen Zhiyan's turn:

"Young man, are you confident?"

"Yes!" The young man with the mask on his body replied confidently, which immediately drew good-natured smiles from the crowd of onlookers.

The system rolled his eyes in his brain, could he not be confident?His goal is the last prize, also known as the participation prize to get a pack of alkali powder, is he confident enough?

The competition finally officially started, Shen Zhiyan immediately peeled off the plastic wrap covering the dough, and quickly cut the dough.He first cut the ramen into thin and long strips, and then cut several strips into cubes.The system has all-encompassing knowledge in farming, but food belongs to one of its sectors and is not the most important thing, so it didn't recognize what Shen Zhiyan was going to do for a while.

It searched all over the noodle section of the gourmet plate, and finally asked: "What kind of noodles do you want?"

"Wow noodles." Shen Zhiyan was keen on his artistic creation, as piles of diced dough were unfolded under his hands, his eyes kept bursting with passionate light.With that scene, it is hard not to think that he is sincerely passionate about the culinary career.

"This is a delicacy I have eaten in Yaozhou. Let me tell you, the shape is very cute, and it is different from the noodles you eat in general!" After he finished speaking, he moved two fingers over to show the system. Stack dough pieces and press your thumb in the center, leaving a sunken finger print that looks like a boat.

"It's cute, isn't it?"

The system looked at his ostentatious face, and was silent for a moment. After a while, the CPU responded complicatedly: "Yes."

After showing off to the system, Shen Zhiyan continued to devote himself to the noodle rolling business. Let’s call his behavior rolling noodles here. He used his fingers and chopsticks to stamp all the small dough on the table before pushing it away. Go to the side and start cutting the rest of the dough.

This time, he didn't cut into cubes like before, but put down the knife after cutting into strips, and lifted the two ends of the noodles with his index finger and thumb, and at the same time, he pulled his palms to the sides, and the noodles stretched instantly. The place not far from the palm of the hand disconnected with a "snap".

"..."

The boy wearing a mask stretched out his hand two or three centimeters away from his face to help his face, and said calmly: "No problem, this is only the first time, I can do it."

system:"......"

The night got a little darker, and the navy blue curtain was dotted with a few sporadic light spots, none of which were as lively as the densely packed city lights below.

This is the time when local residents are happy to come out to find delicious food and entertainment. The bored passers-by gathered around and watched with interest the eight contestants either clumsily, neatly, or coquettishly making a bowl of noodles.Occasionally, the aroma from the kitchen of the nearby restaurant overflows with the wind, and the smell warms people up through the belly.

The people in the store have long been used to it. The people below are cooking. Some of them are standing at the entrance of the restaurant, and some are sitting behind a row of temporary judging seats, chatting and laughing. There is a TV at the entrance of the restaurant. The machine is broadcasting the most popular TV series at the moment, and the fierce quarrel between men and women makes them all happy. A few staff members followed the crowd to glance at the TV screen, occasionally looked at the competition seats, and lowered their heads to take a sip from their cups. of hot tea.

"Huh?" A man in a white chef's uniform raised his head from the hot thermos cup, glanced at the table below, suddenly doubted, frowned for a while, stood up and stepped forward. go below.

"Hey Master Zhang, where are you going..."

Under the stage, Shen Zhiyan was concentrating on his noodle making business. All his knowledge about noodles came from what the owner of the noodle shop taught him during the day, and the techniques and postures of this noodle stretching were also seen from a few peeks. Memories, but there is still a gap when it is applied to reality.

The action of the boss stretching the noodles kept flashing in his mind, Shen Zhiyan frowned, looked at the noodles cut into strips on the table, folded the thick and short noodles in half, pinched the two ends around the middle finger in the palm of his hand, and held the dough in the middle with his left hand Stretch out.The dough hung down from between his palms, and he vaguely felt a force stretching between his palms.

Anyone who has made noodles knows that the tendons of noodles are formed by beating again and again. This is a process of mutual exploration, you back and forth, and you want to pull out the tendons once you want it. I guess you will shed tears on Huangpu Jiang's.

The system was about to open his mouth to remind him, when he saw a look of reminiscence on his face, while pulling the noodles at both ends. With both hands retracted at the same time, the noodles were a little longer than before, and the surface was visibly smoother.But the problem is that although the noodles are stretched and thin, there is too much dough in the palm of his hand, and the slender ramen is squeezed together, which makes him quite a headache.

This also involves the master chef's control of the dough as he likes with his left and right hands. Shen Zhiyan is not experienced enough, and he can't even use his hands.But although he is inexperienced, he is smarter.He bowed his head and thought for a while, and when he tried again, every time he took the dough back, he pinched the excess dough from his palm and put it on the table in advance, and he always held his palm tightly.In this way, the pressure on the palm of the hand suddenly decreased, and the hanging ramen gradually had the feeling that he had eaten in a noodle shop.

After four or five times, Shen Zhiyan already had a feeling, this feeling was illusory, it can be said that it can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, but once mastered, the movements of his hands became smooth.He tried it a few more times, and felt that he had made some progress. He was feeling arrogant, and when he looked up, he saw the face of a man in a chef's suit who walked up to his stage at some time.