Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 44 Making Noodles

Claude and his sister, their brother, ate in the attic that night. Easy to eat, just white bread with bacon, potato stewed beef bones, mountain venison jerky, a few cooked apples. But the sister had a great time, and the little chubby was happier. He jumped on Claude's bed, had a bad time, and hid behind the pillow with Claude, Angelina.

Claude doesn't know what his parents said to the battered goods, but they haven't been home since that night. After two days, my sister told him that the goods had gone to Sir Fox's estate and would not return home for some time.

Another two days later, Claude had begun equestrian training at school, and four teenagers, who were basically horseback riders, were comfortable in equestrian training classes and had passed the basic subject of equestrian training in just one week. This means that they won't be able to attend two equestrian training sessions each afternoon for the next three weeks or more, or go home early.

It's okay to go home early, it's better to ride more horses in school. Anyway, I've paid for it. Four people and two horses are specially equipped. If you don't attend equestrian training class, you feel like spending two silver taller riding fees is a bit of a loss.

Claude didn't want to go home any sooner, and the atmosphere at home was very strange during that time, with her father and mother all in shade. Though the two of them didn't say anything about Claude beating Albert that night, Claude was a little heartless.

Besides, the goods were also his nominal brother, and he did not first tell his parents the secrets he had discovered, regardless of whether the father's obstruction had beaten the goods or beaten them in front of his father. It seemed a little disgraceful to my father, Claude thought so.

But if you don't take equestrian training classes at school, Claude will be pulled over by Verricolo and Bok Al to go fishing with them by the lake. The two guys have a lot of fishing energy, they can sit by the lake for an afternoon, and there's a little fish hook that they can happily get in front of Claude, which is actually an addictive sign.

Claude doesn't like fishing, although he likes tranquillity, he doesn't like wasting time on the lake. But besides fishing, there's nowhere else to go, and Alexon can hang out with the old ladies at the docks fixing the nets and having fun with each other, and this guy looks at the little queen bought at the bookstore and likes hanging out with those women. Claude wasn't that interested in listening to the old ladies, he'd rather... um, go fishing.

Fishing doesn't mean anything, until after 5 o'clock, Claude thinks it's okay to go home. When the guests arrived at home, a young man in his twenties was talking to his mother, and there was a square box of paper on the table, which seemed to be a gift box from the Lisa's Cake Shop in Zhennan.

The young man said a few more words to his mother and said a polite farewell.

“Who is he? Never seen it before.” Claude asked Mother.

The mother replied, "He's Mr. James, the new tenant, and the cake in the box is just to thank us for renting the house to him. ”

Guest? Claude doesn't know who's moving out next door...

“By the way, he rented the attic next to you.” Mother said another word.

Next to the attic? Claude asked hastily, "Where's Miss Christina? ”

“Oh, that woman has left our White Deer Town. Your father did some work, the owner of the business company promised to transfer the woman to another city, she would never come back in her life, so that she would no longer bother Abel...” The mother seemed deeply resentful towards Miss Christina, not even mentioning her name, just saying that the woman, she could blame Miss Christina for all the mistakes, thinking that she had seduced her very good, knowledgeable and promising eldest son...

“The woman left this morning, and in order for her to leave White Deer Town willingly, your father had to give her ten gold crowns to keep her mouth shut. Such a vicious and greedy woman, she will surely be rewarded, no god will be willing to shelter such a slutty woman..."

This is a financial wreck, and in order for Miss Christina to leave White Deer Town quietly, Mr. Morsan had to offer a huge price. Ten gold crowns, fifty silver tallers, equivalent to Mr. Morsan's salary for a year and a half. But there was no way, Mr. Morsan did not want Albert and this Christina scandal of adultery to spread throughout White Deer Town, and the safest way was to pay her to leave, and it was helpless to expect a bite.

“What do we eat at night?” Claude was anxious to interrupt his mother's nagging, which was the first time he had seen her so angry after crossing.

“Oh, at night, as usual. But your father said he wouldn't come back for dinner at night, and Abel wouldn't come back, just the four of us. ”

“Well, Mother, let's have some noodles at night, and I'm sure my noodles are better than the halogenated noodles at that big fork restaurant in town.” Claude said to himself courageously.

“Do you make noodles?” Mother is very suspicious.

“Of course, I've seen it twice and it's guaranteed to be delicious. ”

Wash your hands first, then wash the basin, then pour the flour, add water, and Claude deliberately beat three eggs in before rubbing the noodles.

“Why did you hit the eggs in there?” Mother was curious to watch with a little chubby.

“This noodle tastes like eggs, it tastes better.” Claude rubbed his face and replied, lighting his little chubby nose and turning him into a white-nosed traitor: “Come down and let your mother hold you when you're six years old. You're not ashamed. ”

“I don't want to see my brother make noodles.” Little chubby said.

“Second Brother, I want to see it too, okay?” Little Laurie came to make a scene.

“Go ahead, you guys are right next to each other, brother, how to make good noodles.” Claude explained in detail while rubbing the noodles: “I must rub the noodles more and more hard, so that the noodles come out of it are elastic and not sticky to bite...”

It looks like the water is a little too much. It's okay. I poured some flour in again, but it seems a little hard. Add some more water...

Claude had a cold sweat on his forehead, which was almost like the silly daughter-in-law in that joke... The last time Claude added water was almost a drop into the flour, almost at last, but this face seemed to be a bit more, although not a big pot, it also accounted for half of the basin. Fortunately, the watching mothers and sisters didn't realize that they had a leak...

Almost rubbed it, Claude grabbed a small piece and handed it to his mother and sister: “You guys squeeze the feeling, that's just how elastic and sticky it is. The halogen noodles made at the Big Fork Restaurant didn't rub much at all. They didn't actually call it noodles, they called it noodles. They cut them into strips just for a moment. They were cooked, inelastic, and sticky teeth. They didn't taste good...”

Unfortunately, the previous life did not make ramen, which could only be done by crushing dough into paper thin pieces and slicing it into thin strips.

Another big pot in the kitchen is bovine bone soup. At night, the potato stewed bovine bone, which hasn't been thrown in yet. Great, just use this bovine bone soup as a bottom soup.

Cut the potato slices and a broccoli into small pieces. There are too few vegetables in the house. These are the two vegetables that I often throw in the pot. I can't help it. I put the two vegetables in a salt sautéed first, and then fry the four eggs before I start cooking the noodles.

Four large plates made of silver, this is the main dish for the family feast, put the cooked noodles in the middle of the silver plate, surrounded by fried potato chips and broccoli chunks, then pour the seasoned beef bone soup, spread a fried egg on the noodles, Claudette's beef bone soup is so fresh out.

The flavor is really delicious... Little Laurie is frowning and laughing, her eyes are full of moon teeth, and the wine nest on her little face is full of happiness and satisfaction.

Little chubby got his hands on it directly. He couldn't handle it with a fork. He grabbed the noodle with his little hand and “sneaked" and sucked it into his mouth...

“Well, it's really good, Claude.” The mother also praised him, but looked back at the majority of the remaining dough in the basin and asked hesitantly: “Is this dough all made into noodles? Why don't you keep it and I'll bake some bread in the morning. ”

“All right, you take the toast, I'll be fine.” Claude overjoyed: “To be honest, I really forgot that we were just four people and we couldn't eat that much. When rubbing the noodles, the flour and water were added to this large pot. I was still thinking about what to do, just make the bread without wasting it. ”

After eating a large plate of noodles, Claude returned to the small attic with satisfaction. Passover loved noodles in his previous life, and this time he couldn't have remembered to make noodles if he hadn't eaten them in that big fork restaurant. Because in his impression, he went to the supermarket to buy all the noodles he wanted in his previous life, and he didn't have to work hard to do it. And he doesn't make ramen, so when he crosses the world, he usually eats noodles, and he can only make noodles and pancakes, and these are simple noodles to make.

I can't remember how the noodles are made. The fresh noodles in the restaurant are made by machines. I saw them once, as if pouring flour and water into them, starting the machine, the other noodles came out, and it was still hot, but to me, it seemed a little difficult.

The most popular pasta eater is the noodles. It reminds me of the country grasshopper method to make potato fans, which is to soak the remaining starch in water with potato grinding powder. The remaining starch is poured into an iron cylinder filled with small holes. Once it is squeezed, the starch is extruded from the small hole into a filament. It is directly boiled in a pan and then harvested to dry, and becomes a dry fan.

I just don't know if this fan practice can be tried with flour, maybe it will succeed, but the test place can't be at home, see if I can get something ready before going to Alexon's private pier someday, if his father sails out of the sea, the pier will be clean enough, enough place to toss.

Making noodles is a bit of a hassle, dressing up and thinking about making buns and buns, but these two kinds of things you need to buy that yeast powder when you make it at home in your past life, you can't find this stuff here. It seems as if making bread also needs to ferment dough. Ask your mother how she did it tomorrow. If you can, you can also try these two things, just where to find the steamer?

It took half a day for Claude to wipe his mouth off the saliva and retrieve his mind from the fantasy of food.

The news I received from my mother today was astonishing, and I had no idea that my father would pay so much to ask Miss Christina to leave White Deer Town, which cut off the scandal directly from its source.

It seems that the father is still so clever and sophisticated, apparently he has suffered a great loss, but in fact, as long as Miss Christina leaves White Deer Town and returns even after a while, even if she advertises her and Albert's goods will no longer affect the reputation of the Fields family, because no one will believe that, instead, she will suspect that she is being framed and that someone is behind her back to do so...

Of course, all this presupposes that Albert's goods stop looking for trouble and go back to Miss Christina. However, Claude had great confidence in his father, who would prevent old dreams from happening again.

This is over. Claude pulled open the drawer, took out the magic note, and was ready to start translating.