Recently, A Yao doubted whether she was regarded as a lucky cat?

The business of the snack shop is not good, but whenever she comes out of the kitchen, even if she drinks a cup of tea, there are customers coming to her house, and more than one comes one after another, forcing her to go back to the kitchen and be busy all the time.

As the business improved, the boss's wife had more smiles on her face. Let A Yao come out and sit there without any trouble, and it is best to sit at the door where she can see it.

It is winter season, and A Yao recommends not to make stir-fry for the time being, so as not to cool down after serving it. It is better to make some mutton soup, dumplings, chicken noodle soup, steam pot chicken, cross-bridge rice noodles, etc. The soup is covered with a layer of grease, so you don’t have to worry about the heat coming out shortly after serving it and eating it. You will be warm all over when you eat it.

Now that I have made money, the boss’s wife is thinking that it will be no problem to buy mutton several times in a month. She is afraid that the customers who come will only be short-term. Wouldn’t you lose money if you don’t come in the future? She has not yet let go of making mutton, but she is curious about what the steam pot chicken and cross-bridge rice noodles are, so she asked A Yao to make it and try it.

A Yao said there was no hurry, so she went to order a few pottery bowls and made them in a few days.

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One of the daily routines of Dali Temple is to discuss what to eat at noon.

Today is no exception. A group of people are working and sharing what they have eaten in restaurants and streets. They share what they have delicious food and what they are not eaten. They inform them of lightning protection.

Chief Regiment: "Recently, a new chef has arrived at the Sun Niangjiao store at the intersection of the restaurant street. The sesame oil chicken noodle soup is so delicious."

Lei Pingshi: "Which family? Her chicken soup is so rich."

Ting Pingshi: "Why haven't I heard of what you said?"

"You moved to the capital shortly after you were transferred to the capital, I didn't know that Sun Niang's foot shop was normal. Their family was a husband-and-wife store. A plate of husband-and-wife lung slices made people feel excited. Unfortunately, the chef suddenly died of illness, and their family declined. It was not until recently that a chef with good skills was recruited, and then the salted fish turned over. While there was no case today, I will take you a few? The two masters, Zhucheng and Xingcheng, are probably not available, right?" The chief clerk asked the people who did not make any noise there.

"Busy." The two of the Right Zhizhuocheng and the Left Duan Xingcheng spoke in unison.

The chief clerk shrugged, the temple chief who was in charge of interrogating prisoners in the Dali Prison, and the temple chief who was responsible for reviewing the prisoners in the Dali Prison, and the temple chief who was in charge of reviewing the internal and external departments who were in detail, had different responsibilities and was often too busy to find the north.

"What are you talking about delicious?"

Another person stepped into the door with his hands behind his back, his tone like a cat who was swaying the smell of dried fish.

"Mr. Mo." The Right Zhizhu, Zuo Duan Xingcheng and others stopped what was in their hands and stood up when they heard the voice of the visitor.

Mo Xingle said, "You two are so serious. Smile to your colleagues. This world is beautiful. Chief Secretary, where do you want to eat? Don't mind taking me one?"

"Extremely happy."

So when the foodie team of Dali Temple arrived, they put on their regular clothes and set off to the Sunniang Foot Shop on the Restaurant Street.

The reserved pottery bowl and steam pot arrived today. A Yao directed people to move the pottery pot in. The old diner sat in the store and chatted with melon seeds. Seeing this, he asked, "Are you going to make new dishes?"

"Yes, you have a good eye. Yaozhu said that she would make bridge rice noodles and steam pot chicken today."

"Don't you cook other dishes today?" Another diner asked, "He came to eat sesame oil chicken noodle soup. Huadiao Zui Chicken tasted good. Huadiao penetrated into the chicken. The chicken was tender. Then he went back to visit. But the boss said that in order to make bridge rice noodles, Ayao grinds rice paste all morning to make rice noodles. The only cook in the store was Ayao, who focused on the new dishes, probably not taking care of the original dishes.

Sure enough, the boss's wife nodded: "Sorry, today the store only serves cross-bridge rice noodles and steam pot chicken, and tomorrow I will make sesame oil chicken noodle soup."

Some people want to eat sesame oil chicken noodle soup, but have never heard of the bridge rice noodles. They have to leave regretfully when they are not interested in tasting new food.

"Boss, if you have confidence in your little chef, you must have your nose blocked when he leaves. He has to leave, and he has to leave it for the soup." The diner with melon seeds piled up into a hill of melon seeds intoxicatedly: "o(*￣▽￣*)o is fragrant."

A Yao, who was in the kitchen, didn't know what was happening outside, got the pottery bowl and a specially customized steamer. She warmed the steamer with hot water and ginger slices first, poured out the water and cut the small chicken pieces, put the green onion slices and a little salt, covered the lid and steamed it on the pot.

The ingredients for the bridge rice noodles are cumbersome. The rice is ground into fine powder and steamed, pressed into vermicelli, boiled in hot water and rinsed in cold water. The stock of fat hens, old ducks and pork bones starts to be stewed early in the morning.

The ingredients are fast, pork spine, chicken breast and duck leek slices are thinly sliced, tofu slices, carrots are scalled, coriander, leek flowers are cut into pieces, and shredded with shredded ginger and magnolia slices are surrounded by a circle, rice noodles are placed in the middle, and a plate of side dishes are full. When the winter melon is sliced ​​and cooked, put it in a bowl before it is added, then salt and chopped green onion are added, and the last spoonful of broth is cooked, and you can take it out.

"So quickly?" The old diner was surprised. Looking at the soup noodles that were served, there was no heat coming out, and the plate of raw side dishes next to him made him confused. "How to eat it?"

"Be careful! There is a thick layer of oil on it, which doesn't seem to smoke, but it's actually hot." A Yao quickly stopped him from scooping up the soup and drinking it. After sip, his tongue would be so hot that he would temporarily lose some consciousness. "You put the rice noodles and ingredients slowly, and the meat slices will be cooked in the soup after a few times."

As the diner said, stirring the rice noodles in the soup with chopsticks, and rinsing the chicken breast into the soup twice. Sure enough, the color of the meat gradually turned white, "Hey, there is a mystery. If I take it home, the soup will still be hot when I get home?"

"Yes, it is rumored that the little lady took it across the Jiuqu Bridge to deliver meals to the scholars in the lake. In winter, she found that at Huzhongting, the rice noodles were still hot, so they were named Bridge rice noodles." A Yao explained.

"Where is the steam pot chicken?" the diner continued to ask.

"It's not that fast, it will take at least an hour."

The bridge rice noodles have an extra layer of chicken oil covering, which is not as strong and eye-catching as sesame oil chicken noodle soup, but it tastes very comfortable. The pasta absorbs the soup and has a soft texture for a long time, but the rice noodles do not. After soaking for a long time, it will still be refreshing and refreshing. The most important thing is that the bridge rice noodles have many ingredients and can be rinsed by yourself, which is very fresh.

As soon as A Yao sat down in the store, she welcomed the group of foodies from Dali Temple.

"The boss lady, I didn't smell the taste of sesame oil chicken noodle soup. Could it be that I had made something delicious today?" The chief clerk asked as soon as he entered the door. He looked around and there were a few people in the store today, but the noodles they ate, a plate of side dishes and a bowl of soup, looked very fresh. He asked his colleagues to sit down and turn the nearby table into a large table.

"Yaozhu?"

"Eh?" A Yao heard someone calling him and looked back...

Who called her?

His hands shook in front of her, and the man bent down and squatted, smiling: "You don't remember me, it's a pity that I worked tirelessly to run away the case for you when I was in Nanxun."

Nanxun, case.
Chapter completed!