The next morning, Chen Ze got up especially early because he needed to go to the supermarket to buy so olive oil.
"Pork soup is definitely not going to cut it, maybe I should try using pork rib and kelp soup?" Chen Ze walked along, pondering over the Goubuli buns issue.
Goubuli buns are indeed Goubuli buns, their production technique has practically been lost. Chen Ze was a bit distressed on how to recreate this rather nice bun.
"Speaking of which, people from Tianjin don’t generally choose buns for breakfast, right? I rember it’s supposed to be jianbing guozi?" Chen Ze stroked his chin, then walked into the supermarket.
This is probably the difference between locals and out-of-towners; outsiders tend to think that locals often eat their regional snacks, but in reality, locals may not frequently consu those items.
"Sir, would you like to try a fresh flower pastry?" The supermarket’s attendant was very enthusiastic and had a lovely smile, but Chen Ze still shook his head.
Chen Ze didn’t like eating fresh flower pastries; he’d rather have so Yuntui instead.
"But it seems that the Dragon Boat Festival is coming up." Chen Ze, looking at the various zongzi in the supermarket, realized that the Dragon Boat Festival was almost upon them.
"Let’s buy so glutinous rice, and add so cured ham..." Chen Ze bought a bunch of stuff at the supermarket, but fortunately, the supermarket provided delivery service, which saved him a lot of effort.
"Manager~ Good morning!" Betty cheerfully ca in through the door and greeted Chen Ze.
"Hmm, good morning Betty, go change your clothes first, co down for breakfast later," Chen Ze nodded. He planned to prepare breakfast.
"Okay!" Betty imdiately dashed upstairs with lightning speed, reminding Chen Ze of a Huaxia captain who could run a hundred ters in only eight seconds.
Chen Ze turned on his phone; he intended to make Lanzhou Ran. After all, when talking about Lanzhou, ran is an unavoidable topic. Furthermore, Lanzhou Ran, together with Shaxian Snacks and yellow-braised chicken, is known as one of Huaxia’s top three fast-food chain brands.
"From a certain point of view, Lanzhou Ran could also be considered beef noodle, right?" Chen Ze took out the flour, then put the beef and bones into a pot to start boiling the soup.
Whether Lanzhou Ran is authentic or not, the most crucial point lies in the taste of the soup.
Chen Ze had been to Lanzhou once before, and there, Lanzhou Ran shops like to place a soup pot at the entrance, filled with beef and bones to tell custors that their soup is made from beef.
Seeing the soup starting to boil, Chen Ze relaxed a bit, then washed his hands and began to knead the dough.
Ran, after all, is also an essential part of the dish; this ti Chen Ze used flour produced in the north.
For so reason, there tends to be a noticeable difference between southern and northern noodles. Chen Ze’s personal taste tells him that southern noodles tend to be softer, while northern noodles are chewier.
"Let think, how did that breakfast place I went to make their dough?" Chen Ze placed the dough on the chopping board and frowned in thought.
Making ran isn’t sothing that can be easily achieved, plus it’s skill that requires expertise. To actually make ran, and make it well, is even more difficult.
Chen Ze managed to finish making the ran, but then was faced with gloom.
"I feel... this thing might as well be the noodles I could buy outside, this thing... might as well be called dough..." Chen Ze couldn’t help but slap his forehead, feeling like an idiot.
In the end, Chen Ze switched to using noodles sold in the supermarket, which were more expensive, but he wasn’t sure if he could make Lanzhou Ran to his own satisfaction.
[You made an ordinary Lanzhou Ran, and your experience in making noodle dishes increased by 3 points.]
"Ah... just ordinary..." Chen Ze shook his head, a bit disappointed, it seems the soup and noodles were still lacking sothing.
"Manager~ What’s for breakfast~" Betty ca over, having already changed her clothes.
"Here, Lanzhou Ran." Chen Ze handed the bowl of Lanzhou Ran to Betty, which had a good amount of beef in it, probably enough to last Master Kang for a month.
"Hmm... how should I put it, it feels so-so..." Betty slurped so noodles and then took a sip of the soup.
Chen Ze didn’t mind, as Betty was telling the truth, and after all, she was used to eating the cuisine he made, so her tastes must have beco rather discerning.
"This is an experintal dish, not the final quality yet, so it still needs gradual improvent." Chen Ze also slurped so noodles, feeling that the noodles he made were more like beef noodles.
The beef was plentiful, and the noodles were a bit too soft for his liking, not all that delicious.
After finishing his breakfast, Chen Ze cleaned up a bit, then washed the other pig tails and put them into the brine pot.
"Ah... I’m so tired, Mr. Manager, give the sa fish dish as last ti." The door opened and the sound of the wind chi ca in.
"Miss Alice, Mr. Jack, long ti no see, please wait a mont." Betty’s voice also ca in, and Chen Ze imdiately understood who these people were.
The Gladiator siblings, or to be exact, siblings from a strange world, able to use equipnt akin to Rune Words and even possessing devices similar to future technology for scanning.
"Sister, can’t you act like a normal person for once... It’s really embarrassing when you do that." Jack rolled his eyes; he was truly in awe of his sister—who needs to kick down doors when hands would suffice.
"Ahaha, I just ca from the dueling arena, so I’m a bit overexcited... Jerk! I am your sister after all!" Alisa angrily landed a punch on his head.
"Miss Alisa, Mr. Jack, would you like the sa Iceberg Fresh Mountain as last ti?" Chen Ze asked.
Alisa, clad in heavy armor, nodded and looked at Chen Ze expectantly, "Yes, yes, I want the Iceberg Fresh Mountain."
Jack, wearing a long black robe, also sat down and then rubbed his head, "You violent woman... Mr. Manager, I’ll have the sa, but do you have beer?"
Chen Ze smiled even more cheerfully, "We do, would you like a Thunderbrew Lager?"
"Eh? The dwarven Thunderbrew Lager? Sure, give one, it’s been a long ti since I’ve had an authentic Thunderbrew Lager." Jack imdiately nodded, then licked his lips.
"Alright, just a mont." Chen Ze went back into the kitchen, then took out the Ice Fish and began to prepare the Iceberg Fresh Mountain.
"Betty, co in and pour Mr. Jack a glass of, uh... Thunderbrew Lager!"
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