Warm days are getting more and more comfortable now, and there is only one thing left for worrying, that is, when the dishes in the greenhouse are cooked and officially released, you can let go of your hands and enjoy your life. It can be said that most of the warm life goals are about to be achieved, and they are something that is close to you and can be achieved immediately.

But Shi Shangzhen has not lived a good life these days. As the village director of Wenjia Village, Director Shi felt that the burden on his shoulders was still very heavy, and he carried the responsibility of more than 200 people in a hundred villages to achieve a well-off life.

For a young man who has a reward and ideal, Shi Shangzhen is definitely not comparable to a decadent young man who is devoted to living a life of only one's life.

Let me put it this way, Shi Shangzhen is the kind of graduate student who is proud of today and tomorrow, and Wen Xu is the kind of student who is proud of me: Damn, I finally graduated, such a student.

Why do people who have ideals and ideas cannot get the cooperation of villagers? This is the biggest problem that the teacher encountered in the past week of his tenure.

Regarding Wenjia Village, Shi Shangzhen actually had enough understanding when he was in office and built a very beautiful blueprint for Wenjia Village.

In the planning of Director of the Division, the entire Wenjia Village should carry out a rural economy led by tourism. Rapeseed flowers are planted in the open space and some homestays are built. Then a group of citizens who are a little stupid in the city will come to travel like a rush. Not only can they travel, but they can also bring some local specialties back. The more the planner director thinks, the more beautiful the more he thinks, the more feasible it is! In the heart of Director of the Division, this is the prosperous road for Wenjia Village to achieve a well-off life, and the best choice!

According to the teacher's idea, when he arrived in Wenjia Village, even though the villagers would not have the ability to gongs, drums, and firecrackers were all whistling together, they should at least take out some food and pots to welcome the king's army to support their basket pictures. Who knew that no one in the entire village was optimistic about his plan.

Of course, whenever the division director and the villagers promote their plans, the villagers keep nodding in front of them, but in a blink of an eye, the villagers do their own things. No one thinks about the division director's blueprint, and no one waving flags for the basket map, which hurts the young division director!

What was even more hurt was that after spraying a few days of saliva and urging Fang Chief, it was better to plant a seedling in a greenhouse than Wen Xu. The whole village was as lively as the New Year.

Since hearing Wen Xu talk about his plan that day, Director Shi Shangzhen was a little suspicious. Now he believes that this young man named Wen Xu must have wanted to cheat agricultural funds. As for the villagers' reactions, in Shi Shangzhen's opinion, the simple villagers were blinded by family affection and the performance of Wen Xu, the liar.

In order to expose Wen Xu's "painted skin" and establish his "prestige" with the purpose of killing chickens and terrifying monkeys, the teacher's chief burned the first fire he took office to Wen Xu.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Xu got up after sleeping and woke up naturally. After washing up, he started preparing his own supper. For Wen Xu, it could not be dinner, but lunch and supper.

Calm a chicken calmly, remove the hair and take out the internal organs, add some spices and put them on a small wood stove to boil over high heat, and then slowly simmer over low heat.

The chicken was stewed on the pot, Wen Xu began to clean the chicken offals, put on plastic gloves, sat under the old jujube tree in the yard, washed it carefully, and even the zoo chicken intestines were carefully taken care of. Then he put the chicken intestines aside, put the chicken liver, chicken hearts and other things he liked to eat in a small bowl, and placed it on the pot for use at night.

After slowly finishing these things, more than an hour has passed, and the time has pointed to about four o'clock and almost five o'clock.

The table in the main hall was moved to the yard, and a special panel of one meter or two square was placed on the table. Wen Xu beat ten eggs, and the egg white and egg yolk were opened in two small bowls.

Just as I was about to proceed to the next step, I heard a knock at the gate of the yard.

"Who? The door is not closed, come in!"

As the courtyard door creaked open, Director Shi Shangzhen pushed the door with a smile on his face and walked in: "Oh, what are you doing? Such a large formation!"

"Dinner!" Wen Xu said while scooping flour into the basin.

When Shi Shangzhen heard Wen Xu say dinner, he subconsciously paused for a moment before asking, "Are you going to treat me?"

"No, I'm alone. If you don't dislike it, stay and eat together at night?" Wen Xu was very hospitable. For him, it was just a matter of making one person alone. Adding one person would be just a matter of adding half a bowl of noodles.

Shi Shangzhen asked again: "If you are posing such a large formation alone, what are you going to eat at night? Are you going to have a full banquet in Manchu and Han?"

"Not to do it, I'm going to eat hand-rolled noodles tonight," Wen Xu said with a smile.

While talking to Shi Shangzhen, he continued to add water to the basin, stretching his hands in the face while adding. His movements and techniques were quite good, not as good as a master's style, but he was definitely a skilled craftsman.

"Then I'll bother you." Shi Shangzhen thought about exposing Wen Xu's skin. If he wanted to expose him, he had to understand him better. He immediately agreed after hearing Wen Xu having supper at home.

The reason why Shi Shangzhen agreed quickly was that the place where the village used to eat was really not to her taste. It was originally said that it was eaten at Wen Shiqing's house, but the villagers all ate simple rice. Even if they made a stir-fry, the taste was not something that city girls like Shi Shangzhen used to eating.

After eating for a few days, Shi Shangzhen had the idea of ​​opening fire with him. This time, she was with the Grand Cherokee and the stove. However, she was lazy alone. Although she had lived all the food, she had eaten instant noodles for a whole day and a half. Now she heard that someone cooked and looked quite good, so how could she not be happy? As for the others, it was just an excuse.

Hearing Shi Shangzhen say this, Wen Xu put a small bowl of flour into the basin, and then, seeing that the dough was almost the same, poured the egg whites in the bowl into the basin and started to put them in the basin. As Wen Xu stirred the dough, the flour exposed on the bottom of the basin was less and less. After more than ten minutes of storing, the whole basin was smooth and smooth as if it had been washed. The hands that were originally stained with flour became clean.

"Good!" Shi Shangzhen saw that Wen Xu was very focused during the whole process, and the final result was also surprising. He really didn't expect a man in his twenties to be so focused.

"Nothing?" Wen Xu smiled and raised his head, threw the dough onto the panel, and made a snap: "Can you burn the fire?"

"What?" asked Shi Shangzhen.

Wen Xu said again: "Burning fire is to burn the earth stove at home? Can you? If you know how to cook, I will teach you if you don't know how to cook. You can't eat and don't have any effort, right?"

"Yes! Yes!" Shi Shangzhen said immediately. If Shi Shangzhen had no idea about burning the earth stove a few days ago, this thing looked simple, but if it was not burned well, it would either not burn it or just smoke but not fire. When it was burned for the first time, Shi Shangzhen was greatly embarrassed.

"There is hay that causes fire to be fired on the other side of the courtyard wall. Wait for the fire to be lured, add some small branches first, and then add firewood!" Wen Xu said and signaled that Shi Shangzhen followed him into the house and told her about the firewood from the pot door of his house.

Shi Shangzhen looked at the stove door of Wen Xu's kitchen and couldn't help but praise: "So clean!"

Generally speaking, the burning place of the earth stove is a bit messy, just like the local stool, but Wenxu is very refreshing. There are thirty centimeter-long tree poles built beside the wall, and the size of the chops is about one meter high. Behind the small stool are some neatly arranged small pine branches. Except for these, the entire pot door is clean.

"It's comfortable to clean up," Wen Xu said, then put the head and tail of the wheat pole in his hand together, and the paddling matches lit the wheat pole and put them into the pot.

"Okay, I can do it now." Shi Shangzhen sat on the small stool and immediately took the fire fork leaning against the stove door and said.

"Okay, then you just burn the fire. I'll put some water to boil and call me." Wen Xu said that, he scooped a few large scoops of water from the water tank at home and put them in a small pot, covering the wooden pot lid. Finally, he was a little worried. He stood by the stove and watched for a while. Seeing that Shi Shang really knew how to cook the pot, he left the kitchen and continued to make his own noodles.

The firewood in Wenxu's house is all in one piece, so it's easy to burn it in and don't block the bottom of the stove. It's fine soon. Shi Shang sat straight for a while, then stood at the kitchen door and watched Wenxu busy.

At this time, Wenxu was rolling the dough, which was very fine and square. If there was a side not very uniform, Wenxu would stop and carefully repair it with his hand rolling pin until this piece was as uniform as other doughs and was almost thick.

The rolling of dough is so carefully and very focused, which makes Shi Shangzhen feel that this person is a bit mentally ill.

"As for you, you're almost measuring the dough when rolling it. By the way, you won't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, right?" Shi Shang couldn't stand it anymore, and stood at the kitchen door and hugged his arms and said to Wen Xu in the yard.

Wen Xu didn't mind either. He smiled and continued to roll out his own dough: "The thick and thin ones are cooked in the water and some are not cooked!"

"Then let's cook for a while, what can I do?" Shi Shangzhen asked again.

Wen Xu shook his head and said, "The taste of the noodles is different, and it's a little bit worse in the muscles."

"So what?" Shi Shangzhen asked.

"It's very simple, it's a little further away from a bowl of delicious noodles." Wen Xu said as he nodded. It seemed that the thickness of the opposite skin was now satisfied. He gently stretched out his hand and folded the entire dough skin in the S-shaped shape, forming an almost perfect equilateral ladder shape.

"To be honest, how long have you prepared this supper?" Shi Shangzhen asked, looking at Wen Xu's focused look.

Wen Xu looked up at the phone he placed aside: "It's been about two and a half hours!"

"You're just eating a bowl of noodles for two and a half hours?" Shi Shangzhen felt that this person was too inefficient. Now the noodles have not yet been formed in two and a half hours, so it probably took three hours to eat them in his mouth.

"What is the efficiency of using it for two hours?" Wen Xu asked back, touched the knife on the table and started to stop the knife in the middle of the ladder, then put the two ladders together, and began to press one hand with one hand to steer the knife with the tip of the knife as the fulcrum and chop it towards the ladder.

Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta! Ta!

As the blade and the panel made a crisp and rhythmic collision sound, hand-rolled noodles with almost uniform thickness appeared on the panel. When all the noodles were cut, Wen Xu grabbed some flour in his hand and gently raised it on the panel. Then Xu picked up the noodles and copied it gently, put it in his hand and shook it on the panel. So soon the noodles of almost the same length became straight noodle lines lined on the panel.

Shi Shangzhen shook his head when he saw it: "Eating your bowl of noodles is really exhausting!"

"In addition to death, it is a major issue that is eating, drinking, defecation, urination, and sleeping. Eating is still the first priority. Spending time on it is not a waste," Wen Xu said with a smile.

"Are you wasting your time?" Shi Shangzhen curled his lips and said.

"It doesn't count to me. In your opinion, I am making noodles, but in my opinion, I am not just making a bowl of noodles, I am also learning to enjoy my life." Wen Xu smiled and clapped his hands, patting off some of the flour on his hands.

"Okay!" After saying that, Wenxu moved the panel with the noodles on it to the kitchen. At this time, the water had already been opened. Wenxu copied all the noodles on the panel, put them in the water and covered the lid of the pot. When he heard the water boiling again, he opened the lid of the pot.
Chapter completed!