The air drying is so cold that it is so cool that it is so cold that it doesn't fall much.

Gu Xiang looked at the crowds of pedestrians on the official road, then looked at the lively vendors, and then looked back at the leftover ingredients on his car.

At this time, a small stove was placed beside the road, with soup on it.

Several little chefs quickly set up chopping boards, arranged props and a seasoning box, and then hurriedly took out all the remaining meat and vegetables to clean them.

The old dog and his personal soldiers there all guessed that Gu Xiang was going to start pulling noodles. In fact, she was not in a hurry at all. She first mixed the noodles and the one she had to make now was ruer.

If you want to make the noodles delicious, the first thing you must do is to have a good soup, and the second thing you need is to have a good braised rice. If these two tastes bad, no matter how fine the noodles are and how hard they take, it will be useless.

"Hey, there are still these winter bamboo shoots?"

Gu Xiang was a little surprised.

A few days ago, she suddenly remembered that during the Yongyijun period, Li Changsui loved to eat bamboo shoots the most. He liked to stir-fry and stewed soups. Once, she took the old dog to her hometown to buy some dried bamboo shoots. She went back to pickle a few jars. When she tried it, Li Changsui happened to be there. He took the dried bamboo shoots in one meal and ate five bowls of porridge and eleven cooked cakes.

Even Gu Xiang was so scared that he didn't dare to dry the bamboo shoots for him anymore. Whenever Li Chang came with him, he would only have a small plate of dried bamboo shoots.

Now Li Chang is in the enemy camp, not knowing life or death. Gu Xiang thought about it and asked the little butler Qiuli if there were any fresh winter bamboo shoots in the ingredients.

Dried bamboo shoots have a good taste.

But the fresh winter bamboo shoots are tender and delicious, which is not something you can eat in other seasons.

Qiuli took the cherries and flipped through the list for a long time, but there was no bamboo shoot left, so she could only do nothing.

I passed by some bamboo forests on the way, but I didn’t see any good quality winter bamboo shoots.

At this time, the white, fat, round and white winter bamboo shoots were lying in the bamboo basket. More than a dozen baskets of pointed winter bamboo shoots were shiny like white jade. Gu Xiang was a little reluctant to pinch their tender tips.

Gu Xiang took a deep breath, her mouth full of bamboo shoots. She was silent for a while and finally took action.

Cut the tip of the bamboo shoot into thin slices, blanch it with salt water for a while, cut the garlic, grabbed a handful of small shrimps as thick as a thumb, and threw it on the chopping board to peel it and remove the whole shrimp thread. Put it on the iron pot and cook it. Gu Xiang boldly put the garlic and shrimp into the pot and stir-fry it.

As the shrimp meat was rolling, it dyed pink and tender red in the strong flame, and the aroma exploded in an instant. If the fragrance of the broth just now was the simple orchid, the fragrance that burst out at this time would be as magnificent as a peony!

The passerby who passed by at noon suddenly felt that the legs had grown up and were not controlled at all, so he walked towards Gu Xiang.

"Little lady, are you soup noodles? How do you sell it?"

"Soup noodles, pork noodles, sauce noodles, noodles mixed with noodles, ten cents for a vegetarian bowl, half meat and half vegetable bowl, seven cents for a vegetarian bowl, six cents for a vegetarian bowl."

Vegetarian ones are more expensive than meaty ones.

The passing pedestrians and business trips didn’t find it strange. At this time, just after the twelfth lunar month and the spring day had not arrived. The green leafy vegetables in Bianjing City are now so expensive that ordinary people dare not even smell the taste. It is naturally more expensive to sell vegetables outside.

Gu Xiang picked a large piece of half fat and half thin pork, cut it into large slices as thin as cicada wings, and fry it directly into the pot until it is browned. The slices of meat were taken out and the oil residue was also put away.

The strong fragrance scattered everywhere, and the pedestrians drooled in an instant. Gu Xiang calculated the time and prepared these things and had been drunk for more than a quarter of an hour.

She only had a small basin, and the dough she dug out was only the size of a palm. But as soon as the dough came to Gu Xiang's hands, the group around couldn't help but breathe.

The dough seemed to be alive, dancing lightly between her fingers, as if it was a magic trick. The round and fat dough turned into snow-like hair and scattered on the chopping board in a short while. Under the sun, each noodle was smooth and shiny as if it was shining brightly.

"Gugu."

An old lady with her granddaughter tightened her backpack by the way, looking at her gurgling stomach, looking back step by step, finally couldn't help it, sighed, walked over with a stern face, and coughed lightly, "Dare you ask, how much does this noodles... only eat noodles without meat and vegetables?"

Passers-by looked at each other.

But Gu Xiang had curved eyebrows and eyes, and his face was calm and he didn't even look at him, as if this requirement was simply normal.

"Donate with a big bowl of noodles and a small bowl of noodles. Do you want a big bowl or a small bowl?"

As he spoke, Gu Xiang did not urge him. Instead, he took advantage of the time of cooking noodles and took out a gray apron. Guan Zhao Susu asked for ink and wrote the big words "Gu Ji Lu Bei" directly on it.

He also drew various noodles on it, marked the price directly on it, and hung it directly on the car behind him.

"It seems that there is something short of it."

Gu Xiang blinked, called Zhao Susu and Xiao Lingyun over, and helped to draw some guests on the flag.

The three of them were all different in their paintings. The paintings were exquisite, and the old woman and her granddaughter's hair, expressions and clothes were all painted.

However, Zhao Susu made a vain summary of the travelers in the distance.

Xiao Lingyun is the orthodox painting method that is popular nowadays.

“Not bad, not bad.”

At this time, an ox cart came slowly by the road. An old man with white hair was sitting on the ox cart, and the old man also followed the fragrance.

He was not so greedy on weekdays, and he only came from Jiangnan all the way. He couldn't eat anything good when he was rushing. His son was a terrible doctor, and he said that he couldn't eat either this or that. On the way, he saw the chicken, duck, fish and meat, so he could only watch it and didn't even taste it. This time he couldn't control it anymore, so he couldn't even give it to noodles.

As soon as the old man approached, he looked up and saw three girls drawing on the signboard in the car. He smiled as soon as he saw it: "It's really good."

"Not bad? The ones Zhaoer painted when she was eight years old are better than those they did."

The old man's son, who is also an old man, also came after him. When he heard this, he rolled his eyes.

The old man snorted: "Your son is good at painting, but it's useless to draw it? I've seen that after thirty years, let alone great-grandchildren, he didn't even fool a wife... Forget it, I want to eat noodles."

I walked away from my son and walked all the way to Gu Xiang's snack stall. I happened to see Gu Xiang's chopsticks down, with golden silk faces like waterfalls and Milky Ways delivered to an old woman and a young girl of the age of the general, and then served them a bowl of soup.

The little girl bit her, and the smooth noodles broke between her teeth, and her mouth was full of fresh fragrance and incredible strength. She immediately buried her head in the bowl and ate it in big mouthfuls. The wrinkles on the old woman's face were all smiling.

The old man swallowed his saliva, his eyes were a little red when he was greedy.

His son just bought two bowls of noodles and put them on the table. When he saw this, he was shocked: "Dad, do you have anything to do? You have eaten fewer delicacies? How about a bowl of noodles? What kind of appearance is it?”
Chapter completed!