Oily noodles were very common in Li Qian's previous life and were not considered a delicacy at all.
He just wanted a change of scenery.
Of course, for people of this era, it is very attractive, after all, it is something that has never been eaten before.
Making fried noodles is not difficult, but the difficulty lies in mixing the seasonings. After all, in this era, it is impossible to have all the seasonings like in his previous life.
For example, he had never seen chili peppers, and they were not sold in the town. When he asked others, they still didn’t know what chili peppers were.
But fortunately, there are still things like onions, ginger, garlic and vinegar.
It’s just that the poor people rarely use these things. After all, many people have trouble getting a full meal. Who would spend energy on the taste? If everything is eaten with a little salt cloth, it will be considered delicious. .
Although there is no chili pepper, there is a very spicy wild vegetable that can be substituted.
He had prepared the seasonings in advance, and soon, the aroma was overflowing, and the noodles poured with hot vegetable oil were ready.
Zhuang Xiaodie was really drooling.
He even stood up directly, his eyes filled with impatience.
"Li Qian, are you okay?"
Wu Xianxian's throat also felt a little slippery. She always thought that she was a very reserved person, and she would not be greedy no matter how delicious the food was. But today, as soon as she smelled the fragrance, her index finger moved.
She was still laughing at Zhuang Xiaodie for being embarrassed before, but she didn't expect that she would be drooling too.
Oily noodles? Why has she never heard of it, but it looks really delicious?
"Don't worry, I need to add something more." Li Qian said, took out the salt bag, sprinkled a handful of fine salt into the noodles, and then slowly mixed the noodles with long chopsticks.
Wu Xianxian was startled when she saw the fine salt. Is that salt? Why is it different from the salt they usually use? She has never seen such white salt.
In order to get confirmation, she glanced at Zhuang Xiaodie with doubts.
"Don't be surprised, nothing is difficult to get this guy. It's salt, and it's very fine salt. You can't eat this kind of salt except at his house." The two of them are indeed good friends, and with one look, Zhuang Xiaodie understood instantly and explained to her.
Fine salt? Snow-white fine salt?
Wu Xianxian was also startled again. Generally, it is difficult to buy even that kind of coarse green salt. Where does this kind of snow-white fine salt come from?
What's even more strange to her is, hadn't Xiaodie always called Li Qian a bastard? Why did she seem to be praising him again?
But soon, her thoughts were occupied by her taste buds.
She held the oily noodles in her hand, and after just one taste, she felt like her tongue was about to melt.
Not to mention the delicacies she had eaten, she had never tasted anything cooked by various chefs in the town.
But compared with the oily noodles made by Li Qian, she only felt that the so-called delicacies she had eaten before were really tasteless, and this was worthy of being called real delicacies.
She finally understood why Xiaodie stayed at Li Qian's house and never went back.
Zhuang Xiaodie had already finished a bowl of oil-splashed noodles, and she raised the bowl without finishing it, "One more bowl!"
Li Qian rolled her eyes at her and said, "You are a young lady, so I am not afraid of overpowering you to death. This oily noodles is not specially made for you to eat alone."
Then he asked Yun Niang to put the noodles into bowls and distribute them to the women and children outside.
Moreover, he specially prepared a bowl of noodles with extra ingredients, which was reserved for Yaya.
Zhuang Xiaodie's hand holding the bowl was frozen there, just staring at Li Qi'an's bowl of specially seasoned oily noodles.
She suddenly regretted that she shouldn't be in a hurry to eat. The best is usually left for last. How could she forget this again?
Yaya ran over with a cheerful look on her face.
Seeing that Zhuang Xiaodie was there, she snorted and turned her head away from Zhuang Xiaodie.
"Dad, what delicious food did you cook today? I can smell the fragrance outside." She hugged Li Qian's arms like a kitten and asked softly.
"Today we are making fried noodles. You have to be careful when eating. Some people have already eaten a bowl, but they are still staring at your bowl." Li Qian smiled and brought the noodles to Yaya.
Yaya quickly held the bowl tightly with both hands. When she walked to Zhuang Xiaodie, she suddenly stopped. Then she spit in the bowl several times before going to eat her oil with a proud look on her face. Meet.
Zhuang Xiaodie's face darkened. When did this little girl become so shameless and actually spit in the bowl? How could she try to rob her?
It must have been taught by that bastard Li Qian.
She also gritted her teeth and threw the empty bowl on the table, "If you don't want to eat, I won't eat. I'm afraid of gaining weight."
She also secretly vowed that next time Li Qi'an cooks delicious food, she must be steady until the end.
Wu Xianxian just looked at all this with some dullness...
