Chapter: 399
With a wave of Da Hei's big palm, he led Xiao Hei to the back of the mountain forest and ran quickly.
They enjoy Crescent Mountain's local chicken in the morning. It can be said that the food is better than the breakfast in the restaurant.
The cucumbers and tomatoes that Zhang Han took were to make a traditional snack for Zi Yan—cold noodles.
Cold noodles are a special delicacy passed down from generation to generation by the Korean people, and are regarded as one of the best delicacies. Buckwheat is an important component of cold noodles. The taste of cold noodles is cool, smooth, and chewy. It has become a favorite delicacy because of its sweet, sour, pungent, spicy, and fragrant flavors.
Of course, the flour of Crescent Mountain can also be made, and buckwheat is only the most widely spread ingredient for cold noodles.
Cold noodles include flour cold noodles, buckwheat cold noodles, corn noodles, potato pulp cold noodles, potato flour cold noodles, etc. Among all kinds of cold noodles, soba cold noodles are more particular.
And what Zhang Han intends to make is flour cold noodles.
Zhang Han could also see that Zi Yan was haggard and had no appetite, so he made some food that stimulated the taste buds, and the hot and sour cold noodles were naturally one of the best choices.
Of course, the main reason is that Zhang Han doesn't have enough ingredients. For example, the soybeans that Zhang Han doesn't know much about have not been touched.
Back at the restaurant, Zhang Han first prepared noodles in clear soup and fried rice with eggs. When Liang Mengqi and others were preparing to eat, they saw Zhang Han still cooking.
A small pot of boiled hair-thin noodles was placed in the water. Looking at the soup prepared by Zhang Han and the sliced cucumbers and tomatoes, Liang Mengqi suddenly remembered something and said:
"Ah! Boss, are you planning to make cold noodles?"
"Um."
"I want to eat one too." Liang Mengqi's eyes lit up.
"Okay, it is estimated that there will be two more cold noodles." Zhang Han replied.
"Then I want one too." Yu Qingqing hurriedly agreed.
Hearing their words, Zhao Dahu and Sun Dongheng also said: "We want to try it too."
They don't intend to let go of any new products in the restaurant.
Even the home-cooked egg fried rice and clear soup noodles are so fragrant, so there must be no doubt about other delicacies.
Zhang Han glanced at them and finally nodded.
Make the noodle juice, add noodles, add cucumber shreds, tomatoes and other accessories, and add a little sesame seed on top, Zi Yan, Zhou Fei and Mengmeng's cold noodles are ready in no time.
Because the noodles left over from making cold noodles are not enough, other people's cold noodles can only be sandwiched from the noodles in the clear soup noodles.
"Wow, that smells good."
Liang Mengqi brought the cold noodles back to the dining table, and smelled them lightly. She couldn't help but praise the freshness and comfort.
However, Yu Qingqing on the opposite side ate it directly. After entering the mouth, the cold noodles were soft and chewy, cool and light, and the soup was smooth and smooth to moisten the throat. The spicy, salty and sour-sweet in it can immediately make the mouth water. Increased appetite.
"It's delicious. It turns out that the taste of cold noodles is like this! It's so sour!"
Yu Qingqing took several mouthfuls before stopping, and praised.
The cold noodles are hot and sour, and they are very different from the strong noodle aroma of clear soup noodles. Another way of eating them makes Liang Mengqi and the others fall into a feast of taste.
On the second floor, Zi Yan, who was originally upset and had no appetite, took the first bite of cold noodles, the hot and sour tasted with a touch of sweetness, and the pure fragrance after adding the noodles into her mouth instantly conquered her. Zi Yan's tongue was touched.
Even while eating, she forgot about those troublesome things, and her whole body and mind fell into the breakfast.