The noodles were eaten with scattered rice. Even the noodle soup in the clay pot was not left.

In order to satisfy the foodie Yu Wuya, Chen Xu made noodles three times in a row before he could stop.

"Himmer~" Yu Wuya leaned against the grinding rack and kept burping, touching his belly and humming: "I'm afraid the first emperor has never eaten the noodles made by his beloved. If he leaves his beloved in the future, he will not be able to eat such delicious food. It is a big hatred for life!"

Well, Chen Xu was very satisfied with this flattery, and was often satisfied. Because he came over to satisfy his small appetite, he not only invented the stone mill, but also invented noodles, which made the pasta several hundred years ahead of China's brilliant diet civilization.

"Burch~" Chen Xu also burped and smiled with a comfortable body: "That's not simple. Make some noodles and bring them with you. You can cook them anytime if you want to eat them. If there is vegetable oil, it can also be made into instant noodles, plus a little lard and salt seasoning pack. Even if it is brewed with boiling water in the snow, it can be eaten in an instant. That is a must-have item for home travel!"

"My benefactor said that the noodles can be cooked and eaten at any time after they are dried?" Yu Wuya exclaimed immediately.

"That's natural. Noodles are easy to process and resistant to storage. Eating them is faster than coarse grains such as beans and millet. You have seen it just now, and cooking is very convenient."

"Okay, that's the best. I'll bring more today. My junior sister and I can still eat it when we return to Wancheng. My husband is simply a master in the food industry!" Yu Wuya was excited and began to flatter him again.

Even Shui Qingrou's eyes shone brightly, and a look of surprise appeared on her pretty face.

So after resting and eating, Yu Wuya couldn't wait to jump up, transformed into an electric motor and began to push the mill frantically. After seeing Chen Xu demonstrated several times, Shui Qingrou also eagerly took the bamboo spoon and started feeding the mill. Soon he did it easily and turned into a beautiful girl in the noodles. The senior brother and sister cooperated extremely skillfully.

The ground flour, Chen Jiang, sifted out the bran and put the fine white flour into a large clay pot.

Chen Xu cut a few bamboos and tied them under the pergola, then put them in a large basin, rolled them into thin dough, and cut them into noodles, and then guided the apricots to hang bunches onto the bamboo poles and dry them.

The five people cooperated with each other and worked hard for a whole afternoon. They grinded out more than ten kilograms of flour. The noodles made were covered with seven or eight bamboo poles. They stopped until Yu Wuya was so tired that he couldn't lift his hands.

Seeing the long, short, wide and narrow noodles swaying in the wind like twine, Chen Xu couldn't help but twitch his face a few times.

The conditions are really bad now. The cutting board is too small and there are no adze planes. The cutting board is spliced ​​with sawed wooden boards and bamboo nails. The surface is uneven, so the rolled dough is also uneven in thickness. In addition, the cutting process is not good, and the thickness is thick and thin when cutting, so the noodles are now completely invisible.

Although Chen Xu didn't like it, these noodles made Yu Wuya excited as if a big horse monkey was hiking around in the noodles.

"Brother Xu, what are you doing?" After collecting wheat, Niu Dashi, who walked over with a bamboo tube and drank tea, looked at the white twine hanging on the bamboo poles, and was surprised and pulled a few of them down with his hands.

"Niu Dashi, if you move around again, you won't give you noodles?" Xing'er shouted with a tense face.

Niu Dashi quickly retracted his claws, but his face was full of excitement, "Brother Xu, is this what you meant by noodles?"

"Yes, this is the noodles. The braised pork rib noodles we ate for lunch are soft, glutinous and very delicious!" Xing'er began to show off again.

"Hehe, girl, can you let me taste it?" Niu Dashi began to drool as he looked at the noodles covered with bamboo poles.

"Xing'er, cook a bowl for Brother Dashi!" Chen Jiang said while packing the pottery pots and vines on the ground.

"Hmph, I can only eat one bowl!" Xing'er muttered and was a little dissatisfied, but she still started to make a fire and boil water very quickly.

"Sister Xing'er, help me cook a bowl!" Yu Wuya quickly said with a smile.

Xing'er nodded and glanced at the water that was helping Chen Jiangshi pack up, and then cooked a few more handfuls of noodles.

While Niu Dashi's anxious waiting, the noodles were cooked quickly, and served on the table with lard chopped green onions and a spoonful of braised pork ribs left over from noon.

"Eat it!" Xing'er angrily put the noodles in front of Niu Dashi.

Niu Dashi was not at all unhappy, but instead opened his mouth excitedly, and couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and stir it a few times. He didn't care whether it was hot or not. He slapped and drank a big mouthful of noodles.

"Um, delicious, delicious, so delicious!"

The mouth is soft and smooth, and with the aroma of braised pork ribs and lard, Niu Dashi couldn't help but shout while eating.

But it is obvious that it is different from reading books. His words of praise are very pale, with only two words delicious, far less than Yu Wuya's flattery.

"I was really hungry after pushing the grind for a while!" Yu Wuya took the noodles handed over by Xing'er and began to swallow them voraciously. "The noodles are much more vigorous after drying, soft and smooth, and more refreshing than noon. In addition, the bone soup is full of fragrance, delicious, and peerless delicious!"

"Sister Shui, come and have a bowl too!" Xing'er was very satisfied and helped Shui Qingrou to bring a bowl on the table.

"Miss Shui, go and eat. I have been busy with us for the whole afternoon. I must have been hungry!" Chen Jiang gently pushed the water to the side of the table.

"Junior sister, eat quickly, the noodles are even more delicious at this time!" Yu Wuya also urged repeatedly. Shui Qingrou finally had no temptation of the noodles. She sat down a little shyly, picked up the chopsticks and started eating uneasyly.

Time flies, and it is already the next day.

"Junior sister, stop being too slow. We will set off as soon as possible after breakfast!" Yu Wuya stood at the door again with two baskets of tea and a large bag of dried noodles.

Shui Qingrou dressed up neatly, slowly walked out of Chen Xu's room and stood under the eaves. Her hands were hesitant and fiddling with her skirt, and she blushed and said softly: "Senior Brother, can we stay for another day? My hands have not healed yet and cannot hold the reins!"

Yu Wuya looked at the younger sister's hands that looked like rice dumplings, and her face twitched a few times. He clearly remembered that when he was eating noodles yesterday, the girl had already untied the linen cloth, and her hands were flexible and free, as if nothing was wrong.

"Then let's stay for another day! I can help me grind wheat!" Chen Jiang smiled.
Chapter completed!