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The joy of hand-made noodles

Henan people like to eat noodles.

Especially in our southwest Henan area, noodles are the main dish for dinner.

I bought one or two yuan from a noodle shop on the way home from get off work. I pickled the green onions and stir-fried the vegetables when I got home. After the noodles were cooked, I poured the vegetables into the pot, brought it to the boil, and simmered it for two minutes, and the hot noodles were ready. .

But I prefer to make the noodles by hand. I have noodles in the evening and mix them with the noodles after lunch. If you want the noodles to be more chewy, you can also use eggs to make the noodles. It is best if the noodles are neither soft nor hard. Wake up for a while and wait until you get back from get off work in the afternoon. Start rolling. The key to making rolled noodles taste better than machine-made noodles is that flour needs to be sprinkled during the rolling process. When noodles with flour are put into the pot, the soup will be thicker and the taste will be more comfortable.

The machine-made noodles are dry and seem to lack soul.

Just like when I was in school, I particularly disliked the machine-made steamed buns in the cafeteria. They were square and lacking in human touch. I liked the big steamed buns kneaded by my grandmother and mother, which were steaming and filled with the love and warmth of my relatives.

The process of rolling out noodles relaxes your body and mind, and you can even hum a few words. This is the most relaxing and happy time.

After intense work, I regard housework as leisure, because at least my brain can take a rest, and so can my eyes.

Rolling out noodles carefully and cooking with complete devotion are the embodiment of love for life.

What people usually call "eating noodles" is somewhat different from what we call "eating noodles". For example, Chongqing noodles, Beijing noodles with soy sauce, Shaanxi fried noodles, and trouser belt noodles are all cooked noodles, taken out and mixed.

Add various side dishes such as cucumber shreds and mustard mustard shreds, plus various sauces or scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried beans and minced meat, stir well and then you can enjoy it in large pieces.

In the local dialect of our hometown, "eating noodles" at night is always called "drinking soup", because the noodles are filled with soup. Put the noodles in and add the fried vegetables. In summer, it is simpler, just add amaranth and nepeta.

Then add the chopped green onion pickled in sesame oil, which is fragrant.

In winter, when vegetables are scarce, sun-dried sesame leaves are used. Sesame leaves are picked in the scorching heat in summer, blanched, then taken to the threshing field, kneaded several times, and fully dried.

When eating, you need to take it out and soak it first, then wash it many times and marinate it with finely ground sesame oil. The fragrance of sesame oil can be smelled from the marinated sesame leaves from a distance. Sesame leaf sauce noodles are our special delicacies in Henan.

At the corner of every street, there may be a stall selling noodles, silently waiting for people to come.

When I was a kid, there were many people in my family. We would always make a big pot of noodles. When the weather was too hot, we would put them in a big soup basin and put them on the stone table in the yard. Each member of the family would have a bowl, either sitting or sitting down.

Squatting down, snoring and drinking a bowl quickly.

At that time, I was nicknamed "Three Bowls of Noodles" because I could drink three bowls of soup every night and I was very thin. My family wondered where my food had gone.

It was not easy to eat well at that time, and the dishes were very simple. All I ate during the whole summer vacation was fried pumpkin, which often made me feel hungry. The noodles were filled with oil, vegetables and fragrance, which was much better than porridge, so I was greedy.

My stomach is full, and I have maintained the record of three bowls of noodles for more than ten years. I seem to be using these three bowls of noodles to satisfy my hunger.

What's more, I like to drink leftover noodles. "The leftover rice is boiled on three sides without changing the meat." Especially when it is burnt in the pot, it is an unforgettable taste.

The noodles were rolled by grandma's hands. She scooped out two scoops of noodles with a large noodle ladle. After waking up for a while, she took out the large rolling pin that stood beside the chopping board and rubbed the rolling pin with her hand as a wipe.

Then she pressed the dough hard a few times, rolled it out, sprinkled it with flour, and started pushing it on the chopping board. Rolling out the dough requires strength and skill. She moved her hands rhythmically, determining where it was thick and where it was thin by feel.

, the rolling pin and the chopping board create a uniform rhythm with the movement of the arms. In the TV series "White Deer Plain", the scene where Xiancao skillfully pushes the rolling pin on the large chopping board at home will give me a strong sense of involvement. It's just my memory.

The grandma here is just a tall old lady.

Soon, the thin dough was rolled out and folded layer by layer. Grandma held the dough with her left hand and quickly moved the knife on the dough with her right hand. I was a little worried and couldn't control my mouth, so I had to say: "Grandma."

"Aren't you afraid of cutting your hands?" Grandma didn't bother to look at me and scolded angrily: "Kid, you gossip too much, go out and play!" After cutting, grandma skillfully picked up the noodles with both hands and shook them off on the chopping board.

In a moment, the noodles are neatly arranged into a bunch, like a queue, and placed on the chopping board.

In our streets and alleys, there is a kind of delicacy, starched noodles. The noodle sellers carry a big-bellied pot, or set up a stall, or sell along the street. You can buy a bowl for 35 cents. The noodles are cut into small pieces, almost melting into pieces.

Beg in the soup, as soft as if there were no bones.

One year I went to visit a friend's county town and ate noodles with salted tofu curd and boiled beans. It was really delicious.