The Hunter’s Lucky Little Lady

With Mrs. Jin, Li Xiaoran already knew it.

"Grandma Jin, let's not talk about those unhappy things! Don't you want to eat a bowl of snail noodles? Today I brought a lot of fermented sour bamboo shoots here! Let's walk around , while it's not so hot now, hurry up and sweat the bowls of noodles, sweat, and go to the heat. I'll take a hot bath in a while, and my whole body will feel comfortable!" Li Xiaoran remembered the purpose of his coming, so he took her with a smile. The sour bamboo shoots that came were taken out.

As soon as the lid was lifted, an indescribable stench came out.

This taste is the favorite of Mrs. Jin.

"Hey, that's the flavor, let's go! I've been craving snail noodles for a long time, and I have to eat a good meal today!" Mrs. Jin said with a smile.

As soon as this snail powder comes out, Mrs. Jin will have no worries.

Li Xiaoran smiled, closed the lid again, and went to the small kitchen with Mrs. Jin.

The maid in charge of the small kitchen was named Fangfang, and when she saw Li Xiaoran coming, her face was full of smiles.

"Miss Li, you are here! The servant has made snail noodles many times, but the old lady said that the taste is not right. Today, the servant wants to learn from Miss Li, and I will make it for the old man in the future. People eat!"

Li Xiaoran looked at Fangfang and smiled.

"Yes! I'll do it in a while and see! In fact, the method is really simple!"

After saying this, Li Xiaoran began to operate.

Because she likes to eat snail noodles, Mrs. Jin always keeps snails that have spit out the sand at home.

Li Xiaoran started to fry now.

Mrs. Jin did not leave, sitting outside the small kitchen room, smiling at Li Xiaoran busy.

Fangfang didn't look down at a glance, but to her disappointment, it was obviously the same ingredients, the same seasoning, and the same method, how could she not be able to make what the old lady likes to eat What about snail powder?

Li Xiaoran also ignored Fangfang's doubts and concentrated on making snail noodles.

Ms. Jin is not a stingy person. In order not to waste food, Madam Jin gave these snail powder to a few servants who helped in the kitchen.

After that, Mrs. Jin and Li Xiaoran left with snail powder.

Fangfang waited until the old lady left, and couldn't wait to put a bowl of snail noodles in a bowl, and then ate it with chopsticks.

Fangfang felt the difference.

"How can this be? It's all the same? Why is the taste different!"

In the house, while eating, Mrs. Jin complimented her, and asked something she had been wondering for a long time.

"Girl, why do you make the same snail noodles as others make delicious?"

Li Xiaoran laughed when she heard Mrs. Jin's words.

"Grandmother Jin, this is cooking, it seems simple, but in fact it is very knowledgeable. Why are there some dishes, once the cook is gone, it is very difficult for others to copy the same taste of dishes Difficulty, but also for a reason! The difference in the quality of the ingredients and the difference in the seasoning are the easiest to find. But a chef's cooking feel is different from the control of the heat!"

Li Xiaoran said, took another sip of the noodles, and then said contentedly: "Look, my bowl was the first to fish, I like to eat a harder taste, it's too soft. For me, the taste of the snail noodles has been lost! Your bowl of snail noodles was fished later, because it was cooked for a while, so it looked softer, but it tasted good! If you continue to cook, this snail noodles If it is boiled, it will be broken into a small section, and a small section will greatly reduce the taste!"

Mrs. Jin has eaten food all her life, and naturally she knows that what Li Xiaoran said is reasonable.

"Actually, what I said just now is easy to grasp. But why do many dishes no longer taste that way without the cook?" Li Xiaoran asked rhetorically.

"Yeah, why is this? The heat and ingredients can be linked, and they can always be practiced exactly the same?" Mrs. Jin asked curiously.

Li Xiaoran laughed when she heard Mrs. Jin's words.

"Because the chefs are different, the mood is different, so the taste is different! As a chef, every dish has his own efforts and emotions in it, so the taste inside cannot be copied. It's as if each of us likes to eat my mother's food. It's not that my mother's cooking is delicious, but my mother's cooking is full of a mother's love for her children and family!"

Mr. Jin nodded when she heard this: "No wonder the snail noodles made by Fangfang's girl are not as delicious as yours, so that's what happened!"

Li Xiaoran smiled and went to the fans.

I have to say, smoky powder really makes people happy.

After eating the snail powder, the two of them dried up their sweat first, and then took a bath.

Mr. Jin prepared new clothes for Li Xiaoran long ago, so Li Xiaoran wore new clothes after bathing.

I have to say, wearing this dress on Li Xiaoran's body makes Li Xiaoran look brighter than usual.

Mr. Jin looked at Li Xiaoran and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, you young people, you should wear this! Look at what you wear on weekdays? Your identity is different now. Now, of course you have to pay attention to how you dress! I know you don't care, but people outside are so realistic, look at people's surface first, and then look at your inner self!"

Li Xiaoran knew that Mrs. Jin said this for her own good, so she answered with a smile.

"I see, my grandmother is right, I will buy and wear more brightly colored clothes in the future to blind others!"

Mr. Jin became happy when she heard Li Xiaoran's words.

"Yes, that's how it should be! How old are you, you should be so energetic, don't learn from those young and old people!"

Speaking of this, what did Grandma Jin remember.

"By the way, I made a very special kind of stinky tofu by myself. Come and try it! The taste has improved, and it is not the kind of black stinky tofu!"

Speaking of this, Mrs. Jin showed a look of disgust.

"Although the stinky tofu used to be delicious, but the color looks dark, I don't like it! Now the stinky tofu I fried is golden yellow, you can taste it what about the taste!"

When Li Xiaoran heard that there was such a good thing, he naturally agreed.

After the first pot of stinky tofu came out, Li Xiaoran tasted it and thought it tasted good, but she always felt that something was missing.

At this moment, Li Xiaoran noticed a plant growing outside the window, and his eyes lit up.