Mu Wuchen raised his eyebrows, took the porcelain bowl, and picked up a translucent noodle with chopsticks.

"Is this Liangpi?"

"Yes, try it quickly." Gu Xiaoyou urged.

Mu Wuchen looked at the translucent off-white cold skin on the chopsticks, which was dyed red by spicy oil. There were also a few peanuts on the cold skin, which looked very good.

Put the cold skin on the chopsticks into your mouth.

The texture of Liangpi is smooth, different from the texture of noodles, and softer.

The taste of chili oil is not pungent, but has a special oily aroma, which is neutralized by the seasoning water and brings a hint of sweetness.

The chopped peanuts on the cold skin add a bit of fragrance to the cold skin, removing a little of the coolness of the cold skin and bringing a little warmth.

After taking a piece of cold skin, Mu Wuchen picked up a chopstick and started eating.

This chopstick has gluten and cucumber shreds on it.

The taste of gluten is unique, softer and chewier. The taste of the soup is brought out as soon as you bite the gluten, and the aroma of the soup fills your mouth.

The cucumber shreds are fresh and crisp, adding a refreshing taste to the mouth when chewed.

Fragrant, crispy, spicy and refreshing, a bowl of cold skin contains a variety of flavors.

Liangpi is different from hot food. It tastes slightly cool, which just dispels the boredom caused by rainy days.

Mu Wuchen stood in the kitchen holding a porcelain bowl and quickly finished a bowl of cold skin.

Although he was still eating elegantly and decently, Mu Wuchen put down his chopsticks a little regretfully because he started eating in the kitchen.

Gu Xiaoyou didn't know his dilemma. After admiring his elegant eating posture for a while, he turned around to prepare another piece of food.

Mu Wuchen calmly put down his bowls and chopsticks, took out a pack of tissues from his sleeve, took out a piece of paper and gently wiped his mouth.

Gu Xiaoyou was stirring the starch water. He raised his eyes and glanced at Mu Wuchen, only to realize that he had finished eating.

She asked with concern: "How is it delicious?"

"Yeah, okay." Mu Wuchen wiped his mouth, with a slightly unnatural expression on his face.

"You mean what you said, it seems my jelly is ready." Gu Xiaoyou said happily: "Then I will quickly make the jelly for you to try."

Hearing this, Mu Wuchen put down the tissue and looked at Gu Xiaoyou's movements curiously.

I saw that she was still stirring the batter with chopsticks and a bowl. It was about the same color as the batter just now, and seemed to be clearer.

However, Gu Xiaoyou still frowned, and seemed to be struggling to stir the batter again.

"Is it difficult?" Mu Wuchen asked in confusion. The girl's expression seemed too painful.

"It's not difficult, it's just that my arms are sore." Gu Xiaoyou said with a pout.

Stirring is probably her lifelong subject. Without a blender, she would never have fallen in love with blending.

"I'll try." Mu Wuchen stretched out his hand, somewhat eager to try.

"Great, here you go." Gu Xiaoyou quickly handed him the bowl and chopsticks.

After Mu Wuchen picked up the bowls and chopsticks, she made circular motions with her hands and warned, "Stir clockwise to mix the water and starch evenly."

"Clockwise?" Mu Wuchen was confused and didn't understand the meaning of this word at all.

"It's just drawing a circle in one direction." Gu Xiaoyou explained, and said with a flash of inspiration: "It's the previous clock, the second hand on it moves clockwise."

"That's it." Mu Wuchen understood instantly and immediately started stirring clockwise with chopsticks.

"After you try the dishes, remember to teach me how to read the food." Mu Wuchen said while stirring.

"Got it." Gu Xiaoyou responded, adding water to the iron pot with a ladle, and murmuring as he added: "One kilogram of water, um, that's about it."

After filling the water, ignite the stove, heat the water in the pot, and add white vinegar when it bubbles.

"How is your starch water mixing?" Gu Xiaoyou asked, looking at the water in the pot.

"It should be ready." Mu Wuchen said unsurely as he was cooking for the first time.

"Let me take a look." Gu Xiaoyou stood on tiptoe and glanced at the bowl in Mu Wuchen's hand: "That's it, pour it into the pot."

Mu Wuchen poured the starch water in the bowl into the pot as instructed, and saw Gu Xiaoyou holding a flat board and stirring it in the pot.

"What is this?" Mu Wuchen asked with interest as he saw everything new.

"Oh, it's my homemade scraper." Gu Xiaoyou explained, stirring constantly in his hand.

Mu Wuchen looked at it for a while and suddenly asked: "What is starch?"

He had wanted to ask since just now.

"Starch is the powder of plants, just like flour is the powder of wheat." Gu Xiaoyou explained simply.

"So you grind the starch yourself?" Mu Wuchen asked curiously.

"Starch is not ground." Gu Xiaoyou frowned: "Different starches are made in different ways."

"Want to hear the details." Mu Wuchen asked with interest.

"Okay." Just stirring is not interesting anyway, so why not chat.

After recalling the steps, Gu Xiaoyou said: "The cold skin uses potato starch. As the name suggests, it is made of potatoes."

"Potato starch is quite easy to make. Cut the potatoes into shreds and drain them with water. Then keep the water used to shred the potatoes. After half an hour, two different layers of water will precipitate."

Gu Xiaoyou gestured with her hands: "The top layer is water, and the bottom layer is starch."

"Pour away the water on top, leaving the white water, sift it and put it in a container to dry in the sun to become starch."

"Interesting." Mu Wuchen asked with interest, "Where is the starch you are making now?"

"What we are making now is mung bean starch." Gu Xiaoyou flicked his wrist and said in a pretentious manner: "Oh, I can't help it, my wrist is so sore."

Mu Wuchen chuckled lightly, took the scraper from her hand, and stirred it in the pot: "You can talk now."

"Hehe, it's okay." Gu Xiaoyou smiled: "Just wait a moment."

With that said, she ran to the door of the kitchen and took an apron from above: "Let me put it on for you to save your clothes from getting dirty."

"No..." Mu Wuchen refused without thinking. Before he could finish his words, Gu Xiaoyou hugged him from behind.

The warm body temperature was pressed against her back, and her white wrists stretched out from both sides of her waist. Mu Wuchen could even smell the faint fragrance on the top of her hair.

Mu Wuchen almost threw the spatula out of his hand, and his ears felt hot: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Xiaoyou had already left behind him. He tightened his waist and heard her say: "It's tied."

Mu Wuchen looked down and saw an indigo apron tied around his waist.

It turned out that he was helping him tie his apron. Mu Wuchen subconsciously touched his earlobe, lowered his eyes, and started stirring the starch water in the pot again.
Chapter completed!