After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

Song Weitang sat down here and began to handle the screws.

The Song family mainly serves royal banquets, but few people know that the Song family's handmade snail noodles are a must.

When the ancestors of the Song family were in the palace, there was a nobleman from Liucheng who was very favored after entering the palace, but because he was far away from his hometown, he was unhappy.

The imperial doctor prescribed many medicines, but none of them worked.

Only the ancestor of the Song family who was still a little imperial cook in the imperial dining room at that time quietly made a bowl of stinky rice noodles.

It is said that the head of the imperial dining room even thought that the ancestor of the Song family had poisoned him.

If the nobleman hadn't smelled the smell of snail noodles and searched all the way, there might not be the later Song family.

After the nobleman ate it, his energy improved instantly.

His Majesty was overjoyed and rewarded the Song family.

So the Song family is really an absolute professional in making snail noodles.

Song Weitang cleaned all the snail meat, then put the snail meat into the pot to fry, added various seasonings, put it aside and started to simmer the soup.

Another stove was set up and the red oil was boiled.

First put the red peppers into the pot and stir-fry over low heat. The fried crispy peppers are pounded into noodles, then oil is added, and various spices and seasonings are used for a low heat.

When the aroma of chili is stimulated, everyone feels that the sense of taste is instantly activated.

Yubai while eating steamed buns: ...

Looking at the white steamed bun in his hand, the more he looked at it, the more he lost his appetite.

At this time, what everyone smelled was the aroma of screw soup and red oil.

When Song Weitang took out the sour bamboo shoots he bought.

"Ouch...! What kind of smell is this!"

"Did someone shit! My God, it stinks!"

The aroma just now was completely covered by the strong stench in an instant, and many people present covered their mouths and vomited for a while.

The fermentation of sour bamboo shoots takes time.

This sour bamboo shoot was finally found by Song Weitang after wandering around the market.

Also barely usable.

"Well, that seems to be coming from over there!"

At this time, a staff member pointed in Song Weitang's direction and said.

Everyone's eyes shot towards Song Weitang in unison.

Song Weitang calmly cut all the sour bamboo shoots into strips.

She got up and walked to Jiang Moli's side, and kneaded the sticky rice again.

Jiang Moli, who was pounding the rice so softly, saw Song Weitang beating the rice leisurely and vigorously, with such a relaxed look.

Jiang Moli: ...

It's also a girl, doesn't she want to lose face?

After the flexibility of the rice came out, Song Weitang put all the rice into the woven basket, put it in front of the boiling water, and pressed it hard.

The slender white rice noodles leaked from the gap in the basket. In the scalding water, the white rice noodles kept rolling. Song Weitang scooped them all up and put them into the cold water.

Boil the water again, scald the rice noodles, and pour all the soup base and seasonings on top of the rice noodles.

Deep-fried chunks of bean curd sticks and crispy peanuts cover the whole bowl.

Song Weitang handed the first bowl directly to Jiang Moli.

Jiang Moli looked at Song Weitang with teary eyes.

"Thank you!"

Song Weitang waved his hand, then prepared several other bowls and handed them to Fu Junyan and Lu Wenchu.

It was the first time Fu Junyan ate something like this.

When the strong stench hit, his eyebrows were almost knit together.

If he was asked to eat something like this before, he would definitely not eat it.

But it was done by Tangtang himself.

Tangtang worked so hard, if he didn't eat, Tangtang's hard work would be in vain.

Thinking of this, Fu Junyan took a bite and put it in his mouth.

On the other side, the program group is completely polarized.

Some felt that they were about to vomit, so they stuffed their noses with tissues. Of course, there were also those who always liked to eat snail noodles.

"Oh my god, this soup base is so rich and authentic."

Some people even couldn't bear it anymore, and ran over in a hurry.

"Miss Song, do you sell your snail noodles?"

Song Weitang smiled slightly at the man.

Compare five fingers directly.

"Sell!"

The program group did only give 50 yuan as activity funds, but they didn't say that they couldn't make money.

So from the very beginning, she chose to make fusilli because of comprehensive considerations.

The materials that can be bought for 50 yuan can probably make hundreds of thousands of snail noodles.

While making money, it can also satisfy Jiang Moli's wish. Why not do it.

Although 50 yuan is not cheap, you can eat snail noodles in this wilderness, and the staff member pays for it without saying a word.

Snail powder is just like durian. Those who don't like it are very repulsive, but those who like it are very fond of it.

There are quite a few people in the program group who like it.

With the first, there is naturally the second.

Netizens watching the live broadcast: ...

Can it be so!

"Don't tell me, Song Weitang's snail powder is full of ingredients and authentic. Although I haven't tried it, I think it's delicious just by looking at the color!"

And the snail noodles merchants kept up with current events, and immediately sold the snail noodles that Song Weitang never forgot to make on variety shows.

Sales soared instantly.

Zhou Mo is an intern employee of Juzitai. He also loves to eat snail noodles, but at the price of 51 bowls, he swallowed his saliva to hold back.

When Sister Kang, who was next to her, came back with snail noodles.

Zhou Mo couldn't help but sniffed.

Oh my god, it smells terrible!

This is an extra in the wilderness. Recently, in order to record the program, their entire program group has been eating dry food most of the time. He hasn't seen hot soup for many days.

Zhou Mo swallowed his saliva, the smell was too sweet.

In fact, fifty is not too expensive!

It's a big deal for him to eat a few more instant noodles this week.

Zhou Mo couldn't help asking.

"Sister Kang, is this snail noodles delicious?"

What responded to Zhou Mo was that Sister Kang didn't stop her movements and her head kept clicking.

Crispy peanuts, every bite, crunchy, soaked yuba snail powder, with a thick soup, bite down, the soup explodes in the mouth, red and rich snail soup, accompanied by Red oil, without a bite, sour, spicy, refreshing...

The weather in the past two days was still a bit cold, but Sister Kang insisted on eating steaming hot food, which made her whole body feel refreshed.

Seeing Sister Kang like this, Zhou Mo's inner scale finally tilted.

He made up his mind to get up, and walked quickly to Song Weitang's side.

"Hi, Miss Song, I want a bowl of snail noodles too."

"Sorry, no more."

Song Weitang turned sideways, revealing the few sticks of rice noodles left in the basin.

Zhou Mo: ...

Woohoo!

His snail noodles!

Zhou Mo, devastated, looked at the snail soup left over there.

"Miss Song, can you sell me that soup?"

Looking at the less than half a bowl of soup, Song Weitang directly picked it up and handed it to Zhou Mo.

"No money, I'll give it to you."

"Thank you Miss Song!"

Zhou Mo happily ran back with the soup.

The lunch of the program group today is steamed buns again.

Zhou Mo broke open the cold steamed bun and threw it into the soup.

Drink it in one gulp.

Omg!

So spicy, so sour!