I Became A Hit After My Divorce!

Chapter 350 0350: Making Hand Rolled Noodles

The little girl at the front desk pointed to the QR code posted on the counter: "Scan here."

Yan Zimeng scanned the code with a dark face, and then paid 10,900: "Can I go now?"

"I'll give you a receipt." The little girl at the front desk opened the drawer and took out a receipt.

"No need." Yan Zimeng said angrily, turned around and left.

"Welcome to come again next time." The little waiter greeted warmly.

Yan Zimeng couldn't help staggering, and then ran out.

The front desk and the waiter couldn't help but glanced at each other, and then laughed, such a brainless person really deserved it.

Le Yao didn't know what happened in the hotel later. She had already returned to Wenyuan at this time. She changed her clothes and went straight to the kitchen. She didn't eat a few bites of the meal, and she was hungry now.

"Young madam, I'm coming." Dema hurriedly followed.

"No, you can rest, I'll just get something to eat." Le Yao shook her head, "I'll call you if you need it."

Dema didn't force it, and really went to rest.

"Sister Lan, I'll help you out." Hao Kai also followed Wenyuan, and ran into the kitchen very dog-legged. He didn't eat anything, and he was hungry. A good meal was given by that Yan Ziwei. Mixed up.

The daughters of the Yan family are poisonous.

Le Yao did not refuse. Since she has the labor, she can make hand-rolled noodles. If this product doesn't help, she can only use dried noodles. After all, hand-rolled noodles requires strength to knead the noodles.

I took a large pot, poured half of the noodles into it, then knocked two eggs into it, and then added water while stirring with chopsticks. After all the flour was sticking together, I kneaded it into a ball with my hands. He handed it to Hao Kai: "Knead the dough."

They say soft noodles dumplings hard noodles.

Noodles need to be firmer, so the longer you knead, the stronger the noodles will be.

But kneading the dough is a labor of strength. Usually, after kneading, the arm will not be able to lift.

"Okay." Hao Kai rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands, then began to knead the dough.

"I didn't expect you to be able to knead dough." Le Yao was a little surprised.

"My mother likes to cook and eat. Even with rough ingredients, she can make delicious food. Her favorite thing is pasta. I would help her knead the dough and roll the dumpling skins since she was a child." Hao Kai smiled. "Unfortunately, after...she left, I had no chance again."

Le Yao didn't say anything anymore, but concentrated on making noodles.

She knew about Hao Kai's life experience, a very miserable child.

Nangong Jue answered the phone, but Le Yao started to cook food unexpectedly. He was very happy, but seeing Hao Kai and her chatting and laughing at work together, he felt a little sour and hurried in. :"what can I do?"

Le Yao glanced at him: "You are wearing a suit and leather shoes, what do you think you can do?"

Nangong Jue hurriedly turned around and left, but came back in five minutes, this time in casual clothes: "Can you help now?"

"Peel it." Le Yao handed him the three potatoes. It seems that both of them have to eat, so let's make more. Anyway, she has no hope for the evening dinner party, and it is estimated that it will be safe and smooth. The end is good.

Where did Nangong Jue do this? Even if He Rong was thrown abroad when he was a child, he was taken care of by a nanny, so he really didn't know how to cut potato chips.