Gu Xiaoyou stirred with a grimace, lowered his head and stirred: "I'm making batter."

"Why is the batter this color?" Mu Wuchen asked puzzledly. As far as he knew, the batter should be white.

"I added starch, so the color is different." Gu Xiaoyou replied softly, stirred the basin for the last time, put down the chopsticks: "Okay."

Taking out an iron plate, Gu Xiaoyou dipped a brush in a little oil, spread it evenly on the iron plate, and poured the batter into it while turning it, slowly covering the entire iron plate.

Putting the remaining batter aside, Gu Xiaoyou grabbed both sides of the iron plate with both hands and turned it a few more times until the batter on the plate was flat.

Mu Wuchen looked interested. He stood next to the chopping board and stared at the batter in the iron plate.

Just in time to block the wooden basin placed under the chopping board, Gu Xiaoyou had no choice but to poke his arm: "Give way, I want to get something."

Mu Wuchen moved aside, still looking at the batter.

The moved position was just enough for Gu Xiaoyou to stretch out his hand. He was too lazy to ask the uncle to move his position, so Gu Xiaoyou leaned down to reach the basin.

She tried her best to avoid touching him, but her arm accidentally brushed against Mu Wuchen's hand.

Mu Wuchen felt a warm and soft skin on the back of his hand, turned slightly, and then turned his eyes to Gu Xiaoyou.

Then he saw Gu Xiaoyou taking out a wooden basin from under the chopping board, with a small quilt placed on top of the wooden basin.

Gu Xiaoyou put the wooden basin aside with difficulty, lifted the quilt on the wooden basin, and revealed the contents inside.

Mu Wuchen lowered his eyes and saw that there was a wooden basin full of ice, and a bowl on the ice with a piece of dough in it.

Gu Xiaoyou rubbed his hands, mustered up the courage to pick up the bowl from the ice, and quickly placed it on the chopping board.

"Huhu." She blew on her fingertips that were stained with ice, picked out the dough with chopsticks, and put it on the cutting board.

The dough on the cutting board looks like dumplings that have been drained of water.

Gu Xiaoyou wiped her hands with a silk cloth and cut the dough, revealing the inside of the dough.

The inside of the dough is like a honeycomb, with small irregular holes one after another.

"What is this?" Mu Wuchen asked curiously.

"Gluten." Gu Xiaoyou cut the gluten a few times and breathed into his hand.

Gluten that is not refrigerated and chilled with ice will freeze your hands.

After sizzling and sizzling the gluten, Gu Xiaoyou took a water ladle from the side and added water to the pot on the stove.

Light the stove fire and put the lid on the pot.

I turned around and went back to the cutting board. I took out all the ingredients I had prepared last night, chopped the garlic and ginger, put them in a bowl, poured in water, and stirred them a few times with chopsticks.

Chop the chili into fine pieces, set up a stove, pour hot oil, add minced chili, and stir-fry until it becomes chili oil.

A spiciness suddenly burst out, and Mu Wuchen didn't dislike it this time. It was his first time watching someone else cook, and he didn't expect it to be something new and interesting.

Watching Gu Xiaoyou circle around the small pot table, different from the lively and lively appearance in the past, his eyes are focused, his hands and feet are quick, and he is chopping vegetables and putting them into the pot in an orderly manner.

I don't know if everyone cooks like this, or if it's just her who seems to be performing some kind of ritual in the kitchen, looking focused and serious.

Mu Wuchen looked at it with soft eyes and saw Gu Xiaoyou holding the handle on the pot lid with a handkerchief and opening the pot lid.

A burst of heat came out, and a thin sheet of white smoke spread out in the kitchen.

Gu Xiaoyou is in the smoke, which adds a mysterious beauty to her.

Mu Wuchen was admiring this rare beauty when she saw the people in the scenery moving. She glanced at the hot water in the pot, reached out to pick up the iron plate, and put it on the boiling water.

Seeing such a dangerous scene, Mu Wuchen quickly stopped him and said, "Stop."

Gu Xiaoyou stopped his hand without knowing why: "What's wrong?"

"What are you going to do?" Mu Wuchen asked with a frown. Does this girl want to boil her hands in boiling water?

"I want to put the iron plate in." Gu Xiaoyou said matter-of-factly.

"You just let it go like that?" Mu Wuchen asked displeasedly.

"Otherwise?" Gu Xiaoyou patiently explained: "Just put it on the water surface. This is called steaming."

Mu Wuchen sighed, this girl couldn't grasp the point at all.

He reached out and took the iron plate: "I'll do it."

"Oh, be careful then, just put it on gently and don't burn your hands." Gu Xiaoyou warned.

She said that he did one thing after another, why was she so careless about it?

Mu Wuchen sighed lightly, pushed the iron plate with his long fingers, and gently placed the iron plate steadily on the boiling water.

"Wow, you are so awesome. Every time I do it, my fingertips are burned off." Gu Xiaoyou praised, her eyes full of admiration.

Mu Wuchen frowned: "Show me your hands."

"Oh, it's nothing to look at. I just permed it a little and my fingers weren't even red." Gu Xiaoyou said nonchalantly, reaching out to press the hourglass on the chopping board.

Without saying a word, Mu Wuchen stepped forward to hold her wrist and brought her little hand closer.

Seeing that the tips of the index finger and middle finger of her right hand were obviously redder than the other fair fingertips, she said with a cold face: "Aren't they even red?"

"This was frozen with ice cubes just now. I'm really fine." Gu Xiaoyou withdrew his hand and explained casually.

"Don't do it again in the future." Mu Wuchen said with a stern face.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll teach the cooks how to cook." Gu Xiaoyou said perfunctorily, and they would stop cooking after she taught them how to cook.

Mu Wuchen had a straight face and was doubtful of Gu Xiaoyou's words.

"Oh, two minutes are up. The batter on the iron plate should be ready." Obviously changing the subject.

Mu Wuchen still had a straight face, Gu Xiaoyou quickly put on thick gloves and said, "I've put on insulation gloves, I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Yeah." Mu Wuchen looked a little relaxed, watching Gu Xiaoyou put on gloves to lift the lid of the pot, and then watched her put out the fire. There were no dangerous moves in the whole process, and then he felt relieved.

When I was fishing for the iron pan, I saw her clumsily fishing it out with the tools, and my heart skipped a few beats.

When she took out the iron plate and moved away from the hot pot, her expression became a little better.

Gu Xiaoyou put the iron plate on the chopping board, took a large bowl of ice from the wooden basin, put it in the basin, added water, and made a basin of ice water.

Then pour the translucent batter in the iron pan into ice water to cool down.

She then cut the cucumber into shreds and mixed salt, soy sauce, vinegar and sugar into the water.

Then use chopsticks to pick up the batter in the iron basin, place it on the cutting board and cut it into strips.

Put the cut noodles into a porcelain bowl, add the prepared ginger water, chili oil, ingredient water, gluten and crushed peanuts in sequence, stir evenly with chopsticks, and then sprinkle with cucumber shreds.
Chapter completed!