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Just as Gu Yanze was immersed in his thoughts, an hour and a half passed quickly. Even though the edge of the lid of the clay pot was covered with gauze, a strong fragrance could still be emitted from it.

The fragrance slowly drifted in the small yard.

Seeing that the chicken soup was ready, Mo Xiaomi said, "Grandpa Zhou, the chicken soup has been cooked, and I have boiled the vegetables for you. You will take out the noodles later, and then pour salted chicken soup and chicken on the noodles, and then prepare the chicken soup noodles. I can't finish drinking the chicken soup. I saw that there is a refrigerator at home that can be kept in the refrigerator and continue drinking tomorrow."

"Xiaomi, the chicken soup is ready, don't leave, eat here with your grandfather." Mr. Zhou insisted, "Your Grandpa Zhou, I am from Shaanxi. You are a good noodles, so you can eat authentic hand-rolled noodles."

Mo Xiaomi looked at her grandfather and asked her for her advice. Although she was thick-skinned, she was embarrassed to have dinner at other people's houses.

"Haha, when I went back to get the clay pot, I guessed that your Grandpa Zhou would not let us go, so I told your mother that we would not go home for dinner." Mo Xiangshan laughed and said, "I'm not polite to Brother Zhou."

"Ah?" Mo Xiaomi was surprised, "Grandpa, you are really straightforward."

"I just like Brother Mo's temper and say whatever you want." Butler Zhou smiled, "I'll buy chicken again after drinking the chicken soup today. As long as you have time, I'll be grateful."

"When it comes to cooking, my Xiaomi is talented and can learn it without a teacher." Mo Xiangshan said proudly, wishing everyone could know that his granddaughter was powerful.

Mo Xiaomi covered her face, and I have to say that grandpa’s face was thicker than hers.

Mo Xiaomi turned off the fire and continued to place the clay pot on the stove.

Butler Zhou had already kneaded the noodles just now and woke up for half an hour. This way, the noodles that were kneaded were more delicate and powerful, and were easy to roll out.

Mr. Zhou has poor cooking skills, but his skills in rolling noodles are indeed very good. In just ten minutes, he has rolled a large piece of thin dough, and then folded a few in half to make noodles one centimeter wide.

Mo Xiangshan heated water in a large pot. After rolling the noodles here for two or three minutes, the water in the large pot also boiled.

Butler Zhou started to put the noodles in the boiling water and churned them for a few rounds, so the noodles would be fine.

Mo Xiaomi took out four large soup bowls from the cabinet, which was the most suitable for serving noodles.

When Mr. Zhou was serving noodles, Mo Xiaomi asked grandpa to open the gauze and lid on the clay pot, add salt to taste, and stir it, and then a pot of thick chicken soup would be ready.

The substance is not rich now, and the oil on the chicken soup is also considered a great tonic, so it has not been made out. The yellow and round oil flowers are particularly beautiful.

After serving the noodles, Mr. Zhou poured chicken soup on the noodles, then put a few pieces of chicken, chicken thighs, chicken wings, and a few chopsticks to boil vegetables on it, and personally served it to the young master.

Chicken soup and hand-rolled noodles are more matched!

Gu Yanze has been paying attention to the movement downstairs. When he saw Grandpa Zhou delivering chicken noodle soup, he became even hungry because when he opened the window, he vaguely smelled the fragrance of chicken soup, which was different from what Grandpa Zhou did in normal times.

Mr. Zhou held the chicken soup, and the aroma of the chicken soup was mixed with the aroma of hand-rolled noodles, and kept drilling into his nose.
Chapter completed!