A car accident, our family of three crossed

"It's okay. We are not outsiders. Shuheng's wife, we came here today mainly for you." Zhou Huan really didn't consider himself an outsider. He personally greeted the shopkeeper Liu and invited him to come in together.

Coming for her.

Song Ning smiled. Since the other party didn't treat her as an outsider, she would not be polite when ordering him around. She directly told Zhou Yin to go to the workshop and call Hang Shuheng back.

Shopkeeper Liu glanced at Zhou Huan. They came here to ask for help. Could they be more polite? This old man really treated this place as his own home. If he caused dissatisfaction, wouldn't it be difficult to say what happened?

But after entering the yard, he no longer had the mind to think about these things, but was attracted by the scene in the yard.

I saw several racks set up in the yard, and there seemed to be something drying on the racks. All white strips were neatly hung on the racks. From a distance, they looked like white curtains.

"What is this?" Shopkeeper Liu asked subconsciously.

Song Ning didn't try to hide it. He couldn't hide it anyway, so he said directly, "This is noodles."

"What? You said this is noodles?" Shopkeeper Liu was shocked and hurriedly walked closer to take a closer look. It was indeed noodles. "Why? Why did you make so many noodles and hang them up like this? What's the point?"

Song Ning explained with a smile: "I thought, if I make more noodles at a time and dry them, it will be easier to store. When I want to eat noodles in the future, I can just cook them directly. I don't need to knead the dough again, which can save a lot of effort."

"If you are traveling, it is not difficult to have some hot noodles."

It was only after she learned that Zhou Huan's family would be returning to the capital soon that she suddenly remembered to dry the noodles. She would bring some with them so that they would not have to eat only dry food when dining outdoors.

Song Ning talked eloquently about the purpose of drying noodles, and the two big shopkeepers were amazed.

Shopkeeper Liu murmured, "If this is used on the battlefield, wouldn't it save our soldiers more time?"

On the battlefield, time is life. If soldiers can save time on filling their stomachs, they can eat quickly, which reduces the chances of them going to the battlefield hungry.

Only when you have a full stomach can you have the strength to fight the enemy and have more chances of survival.

Shopkeeper Liu's words made Song Ning and Zhou Huan fall into deep thought.

Qingshuang and Uncle Chai had already said this when she was drying the noodles for the first time yesterday.

She was still wondering whether the man in the capital could be of use to her, and was planning to take a handful of dried noodles to Jubao Pavilion in the next two days. Unexpectedly, Zhou Huan came to her door today.

"Shuheng's wife, these noodles..." Zhou Huan wanted to ask about the production method, but when he thought about whether it involved any secret recipe, he felt it was difficult to open his mouth.

Song Ning understood what he meant, so he smiled and said, "Uncle, this doesn't require any special skills. Just hang up the noodles we normally make to dry naturally."

"Is it that simple?" the two shopkeepers asked in unison.

"Yes, it's that simple. Let's sit down and talk!" Song Ning led the two big shopkeepers to sit at a small table beside the yard, and asked Qingshuang to bring tea. Then he said, "Please sit for a while. I have already dried a batch yesterday. I will take it out for you to take a look."

"That's great. Thank you, Madam Hang." Shopkeeper Liu was still quite polite.

"You're too polite, Shopkeeper Liu." Song Ning nodded and smiled, then stood up and went into the house, quickly taking out a handful of dried noodles. "Please look, these are the noodles after they've been dried. For easier storage, I cut them into short pieces, and I named them dried noodles."

"Noodles, good, very appropriate." Looking at the noodles hanging all over the yard, this name couldn't be more appropriate.

The two shopkeepers each grabbed a few noodles and examined them carefully, but they were not careful and broke the noodles.

"Why is it so brittle? It breaks if you bend it." They were so afraid to touch it.

Song Ning explained: "It's naturally crispy when it's dried, but it will be fine after boiling."

"How should it be cooked? Are there any particular requirements?" As Shopkeeper Liu is in the restaurant business, he is quite sensitive about this aspect.

"It's nothing special, just cook it like normal noodles. As for the seasoning of the noodle soup, it depends on personal preference." Song Ning felt that it would be more practical to just cook a bowl and serve it to them. "If you two don't mind, I'll cook a bowl for you to try. It just so happens that I made some bone soup this morning and it's simmering in the pot!"

"Okay, that's great." Zhou Huan said yes repeatedly, and then boasted to Shopkeeper Liu: "Old Liu! You are in for a treat today. The cooking skills of Shuheng's wife are no worse than the chef at Zui Xiang Ju."

"Uncle Zhou, you're too kind." Song Ning said modestly and went to the kitchen with the noodles.

When Hang Shuheng came back from the workshop, there were only two shopkeepers in the yard, drinking tea in front of noodles all over the yard. There was no sign of Song Ning.

"Uncle Zhou, Shopkeeper Liu, how come you two have time to come to my humble abode for tea?"

"Oh! Shuheng is back. Come, come, come and sit down." When Zhou Huan saw Hang Shuheng coming back, he greeted him warmly, as if he was the host.

After Shopkeeper Liu and Hang Shuheng signaled to each other, he watched the interaction between Zhou Huan and Hang Shuheng coldly. He was very curious as to when this old guy became so familiar with Hang Tongsheng and his wife, and they even called each other uncle and nephew.

Even if Ru Yatou and Hang Madam got along well, Zhou Huan wouldn't have such an attitude towards the couple. It was as if he were his own nephews. It was definitely not just superficial.

"Hang Tongsheng, your wife is no ordinary woman!" Shopkeeper Liu said, motioning him to look at the noodles that filled the yard.

Hang Shuheng took a look and then looked away, smiling: "This is nothing strange. In order to store food for the winter, people can dry meat, fish, mushrooms and fungus. Many things can be dried and stored, so why can't noodles be dried?"