When Su Qingluan saw Shopkeeper Liang's reaction, he knew that although the fat uncle didn't say anything in the letter, he still complained about being "missing" for such a long time.
Of course, this level is more appropriately called "resentment" than "dissatisfaction."
Seeing this, Su Qingluan quickly rubbed his hands and stepped forward: "Uncle Liang, it's me, I'm Su Qingluan!"
"Huh, if I don't write to you, you won't be able to remember me, Uncle Liang."
"How can I do that?" Su Qingluan followed him one after another and took out two sets of the largest gloves from his arms: "I use my mother's flowers to dedicate them to you, the giant Buddha. Although they are not expensive, Objects are better than useful!"
Shopkeeper Liang looked down and saw two pairs of very thick cotton gloves.
He had heard about these cotton gloves before, but because he heard about them relatively late, the order from Yang's side had been queued up for several days. In addition, shopkeeper Liang himself was not short of half a piece of warm fabric, so Not too anxious.
However, he did not expect that these cotton gloves, which were in high demand in Lefeng County, were made by Su Qingluan's mother.
After all, shopkeeper Liang wasn't really that angry with Su Qingluan, and seeing that she was still carrying a "gift", he snorted and said, "You still have a conscience, and you know better than to come empty-handed." Then he put it on happily. Tried the gloves.
After all, Su Qingluan also had a certain friendship with Shopkeeper Liang. Although I haven't measured him with a ruler, I still have a fairly good understanding of his body shape.
Therefore, Su Qingluan chose two pairs of the largest models of gloves - because although Shopkeeper Liang's fingers were not the longest, his palms were thick, so the largest models of gloves were just right for him.
"Look, are these gloves just right?" Su Qingluan smiled, "You said that if I don't miss Uncle Liang, you can just pick a pair of gloves and it will be just right?"
After a thousand attempts to flatter him, Su Qingluan decided to deal with the flattery without any brains, so that the hairy uncle in front of him could become smooth as soon as possible.
Liang Youdao was obviously very impressed by Su Qingluan's ability to choose gloves of the right size. He stopped snorting at her and turned into a smile again.
"Okay, okay," Liang Youdao patted Su Qingluan on the shoulder, "Come and see the crabs."
Although Su Qingluan also wanted to eat crab roe, she thought of what she had imagined in her mind before, so she said to Liang Youdao: "Uncle Liang, let's go to the kitchen first, and I'll make the noodles first."
Liang Youdao laughed when he heard this and asked, "Why, have you come up with any new weird ideas?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "It's not a new idea, it's better to improve the appearance of the existing food in the store." Su Qingluan playfully winked at Shopkeeper Liang as he spoke.
Although Liang Youdao smiled and looked talkative all day long, he had been in business for many years. As soon as Su Qingluan said these words, he understood the unfinished meaning.
Just like many products nowadays will increase in price once the packaging is changed or the weight will be reduced in disguised form, Su Qingluan's proposal is obviously intended to "increase the price."
So he asked curiously: "I wonder what ingredients Qingluan wants to 'improve'?"
Su Qingluan smiled and said: "I'll give it a try first, I can only say it's related to pasta."
"Okay, I want to see what tricks you, the little devil, can come up with." Shopkeeper Liang also laughed and followed Su Qingluan to the kitchen.
It is already noon, and the back kitchen is very busy. Only one or two stoves are not in use. Of course, there are not many times when the back kitchen is "full power". It only happens every year during special annual festivals when the passenger flow peaks. Turn on all furnaces.
Everyone was busy, including Xu Yuanwei, who seemed angrier than usual. He just said hello to Su Qingluan in a hurry and left.
Su Qingluan was not in a hurry, he cleaned his hands and started kneading the noodles.
Although Su Qingluan didn't make much noise, the little chef who was relatively close still noticed that Su Qingluan's noodles were unusual from other restaurants.
"Ms. Su, why do you add so much salt to the noodles?" The little cook next to her happened to see Su Qingluan adding a lot of salt, so she asked curiously.
"Because this can make the noodles...soup cakes more malleable." In this era, noodles were also called "soup cakes", which Su Qingluan was not used to.
After all, purely in terms of appearance, "noodles" are more vivid than "soup cakes", right?
Su Qingluan's location is in a corner of the kitchen, and the stove below is not on, so it is relatively "deserted", which is very convenient for her operation.
Soon, the dough was ready. Su Qingluan turned it upside down in a large basin and looked at Liang Youdao: "Uncle Liang, we may not have seen each other for a long time. How is my auntie doing? I heard she..."
The two of them walked towards the second floor while holding Jia Chang in hand.
The time for chatting passed quickly, especially since Shopkeeper Liang himself was very talkative. Su Qingluan just chatted for a few words casually, and then slipped away in half an hour. It was before that Su Qingluan asked the waiter to help her and remind her when the time was right, otherwise she wouldn't even know the dough had relaxed too much.
Probably because there are many furnaces in the kitchen in the back kitchen of Hongfu Building started working at the same time, and there are about ten or twenty people busy in the kitchen, the temperature of the entire space is much higher than that in ordinary kitchens, so The dough is loosening better than Su Qingluan initially thought.
Originally, it was necessary to divide the dough into small portions, roll it into pancakes, brush it with oil and then rest it for a while, but now it is no longer necessary.
So Su Qingluan started to stretch noodles in a corner of the kitchen.
At first, her movements were relatively small, and the dough in her hand seemed ordinary, so she didn't attract much attention.
However, as Su Qingluan's arms trembled more and more, the dough was pulled by inertia and became more and more slender. Finally, there was a loud "snap" on the chopping board, like the lashing of a whip, which finally attracted the attention of several people nearby. of attention.
At first, no one knew what Su Qingluan was doing.
No wonder. Because in this era, although there were "soup cakes" and "lengtao" noodles, which are commonly called noodles by modern people, they were basically made of various grains ground into fine powder, kneaded into dough, and rolled into pancakes. , and then cut into thin noodles.
But it was the first time for everyone to see Su Qingluan directly tearing the dough into thin pieces.
Especially every time Su Qingluan pulls, the long noodle "stick" will make a loud and clear sound on the chopping board, which sounds very exciting!
So although everyone's hands were too busy to move away, their peripheral vision kept drifting towards Su Qingluan.
Xu Yuanwei gradually moved the stove next to Su Qingluan. In this way, although his hands are still busy cooking, he can watch Su Qingluan making noodles with his peripheral vision.
Su Qingluan didn't hide it - rather, she wanted everyone to learn this "exaggerated and eye-catching" face-stretching gesture.
After all, in an era when noodles are still considered a "new thing", the process of making noodles is an eye-catching performance for many people - the surrounding chefs can't help but take a peek. That's the best evidence.
