After Lin Chou took Leng Han to visit his strategic reserves, the sea cucumbers were still not soaked well.
Lin Chou said,
"The sea cucumbers have to wait a little longer, why don't we make some staple food to fill our stomachs first."
Leng Han said strangely,
"Staple food? Is it what you usually eat?"
Lin Chou couldn't say that his buddy's usual staple food was duck, so he had no choice but to muddle through.
He pointed to a small patch of grass outside the dining area.
"Here, this is my food!"
"Do you usually... just eat grass..."
Leng Han felt his nose was a little sore.
Lin Chou smiled and said,
"What are you thinking about? I am an evolved person no matter what. If I only eat these things without eating meat, I would have starved to death."
Lin Chou held a crystal sickle in his hand and cut several large bundles of withered grass. He pointed at the ears of grain above and said,
"This is teff, the smallest grain in the world. It is the only plant I have grown so far. Despite its small size, it is ground into powder and used to make pancakes. It is the best, fragrant and crispy!"
Leng Han tried his best to keep his eyes open, and after searching for a long time, he found where Gu Sui was. He was speechless.
"This is too small..."
Looking at the seeds in each ear, they may not be a few tenths of the size of millet grains.
Lin Chou arranged the ears of teff and threw them into the crystal millstone to grind them.
"Don't use bean bags as solid food, Xiao Guixiao, the taste is not bad at all, what a delicate little thing, isn't it?"
The flour ground from teff is light yellow in color and has the same burnt aroma of natural oil.
"Can you meet me?"
"Ah? Ah..." Leng Han was stunned by the question, and it took him a long time to finally say, "Yes!"
"That's good!"
Lin Chou carried the flour into a small room, secretly cracked N duck eggs in, stirred them fiercely until even the mother of the duck eggs could not recognize that they were eggs she had laid, and then handed the basin to Leng Han.
"It's up to you~"
Leng Han took off his coat, revealing his smooth forearms and tight-fitting tactical vest.
"Make sure to complete the mission."
Snapped!
Snapped!
There were continuous sounds of slapping and banging on the chopping board, and Lin Chou cheered hard.
"Yes, yes, come clockwise, don't move your arms, use your wrists firmly, and press down with the back of your palms, beautiful! The movements are very standard!"
"Well, after kneading for seven weeks, pick up the dough and throw it down hard. Yes, you should have a fierce expression. My dad said, so that the dough will be afraid of you and will not turn into soft hob meat."
If it were an ordinary person, he would have scolded her by now.
The dead dough, which only contains duck eggs but no water, has not been fermented at all. It is so hard that it cannot bear the strength. Even an eight-foot-old man would have to send his arms to the furnace to be remade after kneading it for such an hour.
——Fortunately, this is Cold Tyrannosaurus!
In the end, the dough obediently turned into a golden, exceptionally smooth lump in the hands of Cold Tyrannosaurus.
Leng Han's face was not red and he was out of breath. He asked expectantly,
"Are you ready?"
Lin Chou gave a thumbs up.
"Girl, you are very talented. Do you want to learn cooking from me?"
Leng Han crossed his arms with a cold expression.
Hold your head high and your chest high, super fierce,
"This Lieutenant General is still busy saving the world!"
Lin Chou's momentum was immediately shattered by such a murderous weapon.
"Well, the heroine is absolutely right!"
He took out a bamboo stick slightly thicker than an adult's arm, pinned one end into the circular groove at the inner end of the chopping board, and used the bamboo stick to squeeze the dough inch by inch.
Leng Han suddenly said,
"Are you making bamboo noodles?"
"Yes, bamboo noodles. The flour is a bit different, but it should have a unique flavor."
"You have no soul in doing this to make bamboo noodles. Don't you have to sit on the bamboo pole and then jump on one leg to flatten the noodles?"
"..."
Lin Chou looked confused.
Lieutenant General Leng, do you regard riding a bamboo pole and jumping around on one leg as a necessary operation to rise to the bamboo noodles?
That's because ordinary people don't have enough strength and need to use weight to make up for it. For someone as powerful as me, who can crush tigers, leopards and jackals with one hand, only one unicorn arm is enough, okay?
After pressing back and forth many times, Lin Chou finally said after an hour and a half,
"It's almost done now."
The next step is relatively simple. The knife skills are taught in minutes, cutting the thin dough into noodles.
The dough is in repeated contact with air, and the most important thing is to ensure that no air bubbles are left in the dough.
It is not easy to say that it is not only thin but also smooth and elastic.
"Why is there still a piece of dough left uncut?"
"Of course it's made into wontons. How can the wonton noodles be missing its soul?"
Lin Chou's thin-skin wontons are filled with whitebait meat and shrimp. Each wonton requires three whole shrimps. Anything less will not be full, and more will make it bloated.
Tender whitebait meat, half-cooked runny duck eggs stir-fried over low heat, translucent shrimps, tender green wild leeks and wild onions, and finally a little juicy and fresh chopped cattail, beaten hard and stirred until The sound becomes a sticky popping sound, and the minced meat and minced meat should adhere to the intact shrimps without slipping and become a self-contained entity.
Lin Chou quickly wrapped the wontons, each of which looked like a goldfish with a fat head and a fat brain, the size of a ping-pong ball and dragging its skirt.
The milky white broth used to cook the wonton noodles is cooked with the sun-dried whitebait bones that Lin Chou saved so hard and...emmmmm old duck...
Leng Han actually smelled it, but was too embarrassed to say anything.
The bamboo noodles rise and fall in the boiling soup three or four times, and are put into the big bowl together with the wontons that have been floating on the soup surface with a shiny and almost transparent skin. Finally, they are sprinkled with chopped green onions and browned shrimp roe.
“Shrimp wonton noodles, try it~”
Leng Han hesitated slightly,
"No salt?"
Lin Chou smiled,
"The salt has been taken away!"
"When was it released?"
"You taste it first before talking."
The slow-roasted shrimp roe released its long-stored vitality in the rich soup, more than doubling in size in seconds, and the originally browned shrimp roe with the texture of millet quickly became crystal clear.
Wisps of thorough deliciousness bloomed in the soup and spread to Leng Han's nose.
"Well, the taste of this shrimp roe is so strong and fresh."
Lin Chou took a mouthful of noodles, then stuffed the huge wonton into his mouth, savoring the crispy and explosive feeling of the shrimp in his mouth.
"Of course, I sifted out the shrimp roe bit by bit with a sieve, then soaked wild onions and fish scented leaves in water, steamed them, and slowly fried them over low heat. Only a small bottle of more than ten kilograms of shrimp roe came out. "
Leng Han took a sip of the soup.
"It's more delicious than it smells. Is there anything special about the shrimp that produces shrimp roe? The shrimp roe noodles I've eaten don't have such a delicious taste."
"It doesn't seem to be anything special. If I have to say it, maybe it's because the water in this saltwater river is relatively cold and all animals grow very slowly?" Lin Chou slurped his noodles, hissing from the heat and looking very embarrassed.
explain,
"It's just shrimp wrapped in wontons. Why don't you eat it?"
