1079 Cold noodles with shredded chicken

Since the thief had fainted, they couldn't ask any questions. The two police officers, one old and one young, could only grab the thief and leave.

"If there's anything else, we'll look for Mr. Wu." The young policeman said seriously.

"No need. Zheng Jiawei will go to the police station later." Wu Hai shook his head and then said.

As it was related to Wu Hai, Zheng Jiawei would naturally deal with it personally.

"Alright," he said. The older policeman nodded and then urged the younger policeman to leave.

As soon as the police left, the surrounding crowd didn't leave. They started to talk to Yuan Zhou and Wu Hai one after another.

"Boss Yuan, you have to be careful. Although the target this time isn't you, you can't be in danger. If you encounter a thief, you must not go alone." The middle-aged woman said with an earnest expression.

"Yes, yes, yes. And so is painter Wu. You are all young people who don't know how to deal with these thieves. Remember to call for help when the time comes." Director Wu patted his chest and said with a serious face.

"Thank you," he said. Yuan Zhou nodded his head and thanked him earnestly.

At the side, Wu Hai also nodded his head.

Seeing that the two of them had agreed, the neighbors began to discuss something else.

"I'll have to trouble everyone today. I'll go back and prepare the ingredients first. " Yuan Zhou looked at the bright sky and then said.

"Yes, yes, yes. It's getting late. I don't want to delay boss Yuan's opening." Director Wu nodded and then urged the crowd to disperse.

The prosperity of the street was closely related to Yuan Zhou's restaurant. Therefore, the crowd dispersed as soon as they heard that Yuan Zhou was going to open his restaurant.

"Ha." Wu Hai opened his mouth widely and yawned. Then, he turned around and went upstairs.

It was obvious that he was preparing to go back to sleep.

Yuan Zhou walked into his restaurant and didn't close the door. He directly went upstairs to wash up and then went downstairs again to prepare the ingredients for breakfast.

"I didn't exercise today, so I'll run at night." Yuan Zhou thought inwardly before opening the cabinet.

"But now that the weather is getting hot, we should eat something cool." While saying that, Yuan Zhou turned his wrist and opened the cabinet beside him.

The words "wheat flour" were written on the cabinet in bold font.

It was a special breakfast that Yuan Zhou had never prepared in the morning before. It was the side dish of the Sichuan cuisine, the shredded chicken cold noodles.

"There's still an hour and forty-eight minutes before the opening. We can make it. " Yuan Zhou took a look at the clock on the wall and calculated the time spent for each step secretly.

"One hundred cold noodles. We have to start quickly." Yuan Zhou started to knead the dough.

Of course, the wheat flour provided by the system was of the best quality. When it was being kneaded, only a slight fragrance of wheat was emitted.

After making the dough, Yuan Zhou started to knead it. His kneading technique was very special. The more he kneaded, the lighter the wheat fragrance in the flour and the smoother the dough became.

Moreover, Yuan Zhou's hands, the chopping board and the dough were all as smooth as new and as white as Jade.

When the kneaded dough was put aside to be reawakened, Yuan Zhou began to do other preparation work.

Since it was called shredded chicken cold noodles, the shredded chicken was also very important. However, this time, there was only one requirement for the shredded chicken, and that was to be fresh. The fresher, the better.

Therefore, the first dish Yuan Zhou prepared was not the shredded chicken but the green bean sprouts.

The raw material of green bean sprouts was green beans, and green beans had been sprouted and eaten for more than a thousand years in China. There were also records of it in the list of herbs.

<<List of herbs>> it was recorded that all the beans had sprouts and were extremely smelly and tough. Only this Bean's sprout was white and beautiful. Today, it was regarded as ordinary, but the ancient people did unknown know. However, due to the damp heat, it was slightly different from the green bean.

The green bean sprouts that Yuan Zhou took out were naturally the green beans prepared by the system and then the bean sprouts that he grew himself.

Due to Yuan Zhou's meticulous care, the length of each green bean sprout was about 6 cm. As for the others, regardless of whether they were longer or shorter, they were all removed by Yuan Zhou in advance.

Therefore, every green bean sprout that was waiting to be washed in the wooden basin was thin, long, beautiful, and translucent in color. There were two slender green leaves on the top and a slender white root below.

"Hua La La." The water flow was controlled by Yuan Zhou to a certain degree. It could not only clean the floating dust of the green bean sprouts but also not hurt the tender green bean sprouts.

After each wash, Yuan Zhou would put them into the water in the porcelain basin at the side and then put them in order. The slender white roots were also left at the bottom, which was very neat.

After washing the green bean sprouts and draining the water, Yuan Zhou began to prepare other seasonings. The chili oil was the base flavor and also the main flavor.

When the chili was done and emitted a slight fragrance, Yuan Zhou started to cook the noodles.

"Huala Huala", the rolling pin knocked on the chopping board rhythmically, and a piece of dough skin of equal thickness was rolled out.

"Shua, shua, shua." Yuan Zhou raised the knife and the folded dough skin directly turned into noodles of the same thickness and length.

"Shua shua." Yuan Zhou shook his hand slightly and the noodles then piled up into a small hill on the chopping board.

The fine white noodles with a slight yellow color of wheat and the flour scattered on top were directly put into the pot by Yuan Zhou and began to steam.

For Yuan Zhou's cold noodles, he steamed them first and then cooked them. Only in this way could the noodles be cooked more thoroughly and the fragrance be restrained.

The steamer pot wasn't big, therefore Yuan Zhou opened three steamers at the same time. The time for each steamer pot was 20 seconds apart. Yuan Zhou put the noodles into the noodle bucket one by one and started to cook them.

The steamed noodles had a slightly transparent color, just like steamed glutinous rice with a transparent and smooth white.

"Shua shua shua." The noodles were cooked in the pot. Yuan Zhou immediately picked up the long chopsticks and moved the noodles skillfully to prevent them from sticking to each other.

Normally, it took eight minutes to cook the cold noodles in Sichuan Province, not a minute more or a second less. However, Yuan Zhou's pot only took six minutes to cook as it had been steamed before.

Six minutes passed by very quickly. Yuan Zhou stared at the bowl of noodles without even blinking. The noodles inside were like thin silk ribbons flying in the air, dancing with the boiling water, each clearly defined.

"Hua la," Yuan Zhou started to fish the noodles.

All the noodles scooped up by Yuan Zhou were spread out and placed on the Azure stone countertop. When all the noodles were scooped out, he immediately started to do other work without stopping.

This time, Yuan Zhou used the chopsticks to pick up the noodles neatly with one hand. The thin, long, and thick noodles were neatly arranged on the chopsticks.

Then, he held a cattail leaf fan in his left hand and fanned the noodles with a force that was neither light nor heavy. Under the noodles was a whole piece of crystal clear thick ice, which gave off traces of cool air and directly fell on the hot noodles along with the wind.

Just like that, Yuan Zhou picked up the noodles with one hand and fanned them with the other. He held the noodles with both hands for about an hour before all the noodles were cooled down.

During the Fanning, Yuan Zhou had to adjust the direction and the strength of the wind from time to time.

This was the reason why Yuan Zhou didn't want to use an electric fan. After all, the power of the fan wasn't suitable for Yuan Zhou to cool it down so precisely.

That's right, the cold noodles in Sichuan were different from the cold noodles in the North. The cold noodles in Sichuan were made with cold water, which was the only way to maintain the chewy and chewy texture of the noodles.

The noodles were not as straight as before. They had some natural curves and residual heat as they were stacked together loosely.

At that time, Yuan Zhou started to put down the fan in his hand and started to mix the cold noodles next to the ice.

Yuan Zhou took up the well-prepared oil on the table with his left hand and began to pour it into the pot.

The clear and slightly yellow oil was poured out into a transparent thin line along the mouth of the oil pot and evenly poured on the noodles. Then, Yuan Zhou held the noodles in his right hand and started to shake them evenly.

With every shake, the noodles would be evenly covered with a layer of cool oil. The noodles were wrapped into a golden color and suffused with the oil's light and fragrance.

"The rice oil and the purple perilla seed oil taste really good." Yuan Zhou sighed with emotion while wrapping the bag.

What Yuan Zhou used was not the common rapeseed oil, but the mixed oil of rice oil mixed with one-third of the perilla seed oil.

Speaking of the rice oil, Yuan Zhou felt his heart aching. The rice oil was made from Xiangshui rice, and it had to be the best quality of Xiangshui rice.

Therefore, Yuan Zhou felt that what was poured out of the oil pot was not oil but gold. After all, the fragrance of the oil was restrained and carried a faint fresh rice fragrance mixed with the wheat fragrance of the noodles. Just smelling it like that was quite appetizing.

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