Chapter 1257: You Have to Eat Freshly Made Noodles
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Shi Qian was stunned. “Longevity noodles?”
“If you don’t know how to make it, forget it.”
“If you don’t have any special requests for taste, there’s nothing difficult about making longevity noodles. You can make them with noodles.”
“I don’t think there’s noodles.”
“What about flour?”
Arthur was even less sure. He knew very little about the kitchen and the ingredients.
“I’ll go look in the kitchen myself.” Shi Qian walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the cabinet.
She really found a bag of flour.
Arthur walked in curiously and saw the flour being poured into a big bowl. He could not help but ask, “Can this flour turn into noodles?”
“Noodles are made of flour.”
Arthur:…
Shi Qian was also stunned. Didn’t Arthur know this common sense?
It seemed that he really knew nothing about life.
Shi Qian cracked an egg, added some water, and began to knead them.
She kneaded it into a smooth dough in a few moves and placed the dough aside.
Arthur suddenly felt that the atmosphere was indescribably strange.
Why did he and Shi Qian look like they were living at home instead of a hostage situation?
Shi Qian was clearly very nervous and afraid. She had even secretly hidden a table knife to protect herself but could still cook for him as if nothing had happened. He really could not figure out this woman.
After kneading the dough, Shi Qian began to prepare the side dishes.
Arthur didn’t leave. He watched her quietly.
He thought that Shi Qian was just saying it casually. He did not expect her to really know how to cook. She washed and cut the vegetables skillfully and looked pleasing to the eye.
In Arthur’s impression, chefs are not associated with elegance.
However, when Shi Qian cooked, her every move revealed elegance. It was a visual feast.
“Go outside and wait. The noodles will be ready soon.”
“I also want to see how you turn this ball into noodles.” Arthur’s curiosity was completely piqued by Shi Qian.
“Of course I’ll be pulling it.”
Arthur frowned when he heard this. His face was filled with rejection.
Shi Qian looked at his expression and pondered what she had just said. Suddenly, she understood.
“I mean, they’ll be hand-pulled.”
Arthur’s brows had yet to relax.
Shi Qian picked up the dough and began to rub it. She sprinkled some flour on the chopping board and tugged at the dough. Just like that, after a few rounds, the noodles were lengthened and thinner. The shape of the noodles could already be seen.
Only then did Arthur understand that this was how the noodles were made.
Shi Qian pulled up the noodles, put them aside, and began to make the noodle soup.
Whether a bowl of noodles was delicious depended on the taste of the soup.
Usually, bone broth was the best. Without the broth, one could only rely on seasoning to enrich the taste.
Arthur lost interest after looking at the noodles. He turned around and walked out.
In less than ten minutes, Shi Qian walked out with a bowl of noodles.
There was a poached egg in the noodles, one or two green leaves, and the words “Happy Birthday” carved with carrots. Arthur looked at the bowl of noodles and was stunned for a long time.
“Mr. Arthur, try it and see how it tastes.”
Arthur looked at Shi Qian. “How did you know it was my birthday?”
“Who would take the initiative to eat longevity noodles for no reason?”
After a moment of silence, Arthur grabbed his chopsticks and picked up a few strands of noodles to eat.
The taste of the noodles was very special. It was not as soft as the noodles he had eaten, nor was it as hard as pasta. There was a hint of toughness in the softness. He had never eaten such delicious noodles..