Although it is a red brick stove, it does not burn firewood. It uses honeycomb briquettes. When more than a dozen pieces of honeycomb briquettes are stacked together and burned, the firepower is no less than firewood.

Zhang Yu is not idle either. He is cleaning the desk and wiping the table.

Then I tried the sharpness of the kitchen knife.

No!

Zhang Yu quickly found a whetstone and began to sharpen the knife.

Soon, someone brought two pieces of burning briquettes over. They put them in the stove, and then added briquettes on or near the burning briquettes.

It seems that the person who coded the stove has experience in this area and has specially left a vent. There is also a blower next to it.

But there was no rush at this moment, and Zhang Yu didn’t get on the blower.

Soon, the grocery shopper came back.

Of course, more than one person bought it, and the person who came back bought meat.

Zhang Yu took a look and found that the meat was okay.

"I'll take a piece first and process it." Zhang Yu picked a piece of meat to chop into stuffing.

Wash it quickly, then slice and dice it, and then start chopping it with the back of a knife. As the sound rang out, the eyes of everyone working in the yard looked this way.

Looking at Zhang Yu's posture, someone asked in a low voice: "Didn't you say that this person is a half-knowledgeable person?" The village is so big, and if something happens, everyone will know about it soon. Li Jianguo found a half-baked chef.

Everyone heard about it not long after. Some people were curious enough to watch the excitement.

I just didn’t expect that the other party didn’t look as bad as I thought.

"Yes, but you can see that he is more skilled in holding a knife than I am." Someone also looked surprised.

Zhang Yu didn't hear the discussion of these people. After all, the sound of "dong dong dong" was heard in his ears. How could he hear anything else? He kept chopping with his hands, but he didn't feel any pain.

Quickly chop the piece of meat with the back of a knife, and then place it in a clean stainless steel basin.

Then he took some green onions and ginger, which had been washed. Zhang Yu saw several aunts helping with the work.

Two were squatting there washing dishes. Two were helping fold vegetables. And one was washing vegetables.

I asked if there is a dumpling filling machine.

Li Jianguo didn't have this, but his neighbor had it, so he quickly brought it over.

Crush the onion and ginger into minced ginger and green onion, and then add them to the stuffing. According to the proportion, Zhang Yu poured some potato starch and corn starch, and then began to season.

After all, he had made it all by himself, and practice makes perfect. Soon, Zhang Yu began to knead the meat until it was filled with starch.

Because it is for everyone to eat, Zhang Yu did not make the entire meat piece, most of which is starch, and only a small amount of meat, like when making spicy soup. Instead, he only added some starch to wrap the stuffing.

Soon, Zhang Yu stopped, because he didn't have enough time, so he had to make do.

Flour was quickly bought, and Zhang Yu began to make noodles. He asked about how many people would eat, and the answer was more than twenty people.

When Zhang Yu heard this, he thought! Let’s make the noodles separately.

One bowl of noodles is definitely not enough!

It took me nearly twenty minutes to get the noodles together.

He also prepared chili noodles, minced garlic and sesame salt. Zhang Yu then started to plug in the blower to let the honeycomb briquettes burn quickly.

Zhang Yu put the washed iron pot on the stand and added some water.

In the kitchen not far away, several electric kettles are boiling water.

Soon, the water in several electric kettles was filled, and the firepower in the stove was also turned up. Zhang Yu poured the boiling water into the pot, and it started to boil after a while.

Hold the stainless steel basin filled with meat filling in one hand, and put the kneaded meat filling into the pot little by little with the other hand.

Soon, a pile of pieces of meat floated on the iron pot.

Zhang Yu took a large colander, scooped it up, and placed it in a clean stainless steel basin.

Then continue to put the meat pieces in, and wait until they are cooked and float.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Yu took a moment to look around.

Someone is already helping to soak the sweet potato vermicelli. After all, we will make spicy soup later.

Soon, the meat pieces for the spicy spicy soup were cooked. Zhang Yu did not pick them up, but poured the previously cooked meat pieces into it.

Zhang Yu looked at the time and saw that it was almost time. He had to make fried noodles later, so he had to make the spicy spicy soup first.

Zhang Yu added some water to the pot and began to season.

At this moment, several people began to stand next to him, watching him busy there.

After adjusting the flavor, Zhang Yu drained the soaked sweet potato vermicelli, cut it into appropriate lengths on the counter, and put it directly into the pot.

I took a long spoon and scooped it into the pot a few times to check the softness and hardness of the vermicelli. Then I scooped some soup into a bowl and tasted it myself.

It's salty and light, it will be good!

After the spicy soup was ready, Zhang Yu directly asked someone to find a stainless steel soup bucket, and then poured it in bit by bit.

Then he grabbed the handles on both sides of the soup bucket and with a strong effort, he picked up most of the bucket of spicy soup.

Carefully placing the soup bucket on the stove, Zhang Yu began to wash the pot.

"Bring that noodle."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone helped bring over two large basins of mixed dough.

"Shall we start now?"

"Well, pull the noodles first, and then just put them down later."

Zhang Yu picked up a piece of dough and started kneading it. Li Xiaoyun came over.

"Uncle Zhang, what are you doing?"

"Sprinkle oil on your noodles!" Zhang Yu replied.

He just made fried noodles once, but Li Xiaoyun never tasted them.

Now the other party was excited, "Is it delicious?" Li Xiaoyun's eyes showed anticipation.

Zhang Yu glanced at her and said with a smile: "This noodle existed in ancient times. Do you think it is delicious?"

"Ah, so long?" Li Xiaoyun looked surprised.

"That's it, when the hot oil is poured, the noodles are fragrant, and the taste... By the way, you eat garlic, right?" Zhang Yugang looked reminiscing, and then asked Li Xiaoyun.

"Eat!"

"That's good." Zhang Yu nodded, "If you don't eat it, you won't be able to taste this taste."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone next to him asked: "What if I don't eat this garlic clove?"

Zhang Yu glanced at the other party and said, "Then I can only blame you for not being lucky enough."

I don’t know what the other person muttered, but it probably wasn’t anything nice. Zhang Yu didn’t hear it and didn’t say anything.

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Soon, the dough was almost kneaded, and an aunt came over and said, "Do you want my help? Just now Li Jianguo said that we need to find someone who knows how to solve the problem."

When Zhang Yu heard this, he quickly said: "Would you like to have a noodle meeting? I'll just help you with the noodles later."

"No problem!" Auntie said loudly.

It will be much faster if someone helps.

After a while, some pulled noodles were slowly piled on Fang Xing’s table.

I checked the time and it was almost six o'clock.

Just when Li Jianguo and Li Chennong walked in, Zhang Yu quickly asked: "Do you want to have dinner now?"

"Let's have dinner?" Li Jianguo looked around and then at the time, "Okay, let's have dinner."

Then he quickly greeted everyone to eat.

The group of people didn't show any politeness, and started scooping out spicy soup with disposable bowls and chopsticks.

"Hiss, this soup is delicious." Someone who had not been at home during this time and had never tasted spicy soup suddenly took a sip and immediately felt that it tasted good.

"That's right, every morning I go back to Li Chenyang's breakfast shop and have a sip." The person who said this was a person who often went home. He took a sip as soon as he finished speaking. He said "Eh" randomly, "This tastes like this."

Why is it different from Li Chenyang’s family?”

"Does it taste good or not?" someone asked, holding a bowl.

"It tastes better." The man took another sip. Although the taste was almost the same, Zhang Yu's spicy soup had an indescribable feeling.

"Really? Then let me try it."

……

Zhang Yu ignored these and was cooking noodles.

The table is already covered with large bowls. Then the ingredients are put aside and ready.
To be continued...