With Pei Huai rolling out the noodles, Jiang Ran went to deal with the chicken thighs.
After the chicken thighs were cooked, he took out the cold water.
He tore off the chicken skin and put it aside. Then he tore off the chicken meat and tore it into shreds to keep it for later use.
Compared to the chicken breast, the chicken thighs were more tender and would not feel dry when eaten.
After boiling the water, Jiang Ran began to prepare the sauce.
The sauce was the key to whether the cold noodles were delicious.
Pei Jing was young and could not eat spicy food. There was no chili oil in his bowl.
Jiang Ran knew Pei Yang's and Pei Shanshan's tastes. The two of them were also people who liked spicy food. Jiang Ran did not hesitate to put chili oil in their bowls.
When it came to Pei Huai's bowl, Jiang Ran was a little uncertain.
Jiang Ran turned to look at Pei Huai. "Do you eat spicy food?"
Pei Huai was already cutting the noodles. When he heard Jiang Ran's question, he paused for a moment before answering, "Yes."
"Oh."
Jiang Ran retracted his gaze and continued to mix the sauce.
When Pei Huai finished cutting the noodles, the water in the pot was also boiling.
The noodles were put into the boiling water. Not long after, they began to roll with the water.
The handmade noodles were relatively easy to cook. After boiling the water twice, the noodles were completely cooked.
He scooped out the cooked noodles and put them into a porcelain basin filled with cold water.
After boiling the water twice, he put the noodles into a bowl.
Then, he put the sliced cucumber and carrot shreds on the noodles. He mixed the noodles well and let the sauce evenly wrap each noodle. Then, it was ready to eat.
If the noodles were not eaten with garlic, the fragrance would be reduced by half.
Jiang Ran opened the pottery jar in the shade of the kitchen. He picked up the pickled garlic and placed it on a porcelain plate. He carried it to the table.
The garlic had been pickled for a while. It had no spicy taste at all. When he took a bite, there was only the crisp texture of the garlic clove and the sweet and sour taste.
The sugar garlic was delicious, but after eating the garlic, it was inevitable that there would be a taste in the mouth.
However, it was fine as long as it tasted good. As for other things, they would have to wait until they were done eating.
Although Pei Jing was still young, he could already hold chopsticks and eat noodles by himself.
However, he didn't pick up a lot of noodles. He only picked up one noodle at a time and chewed slowly.
Pei Jing ate his noodles and looked up at Jiang Ran and the others.
Seeing that they were all eating the sweet garlic, she pursed her lips and asked, "Mommy, is the sweet garlic tasty?
I want some too. "
Jiang Ran didn't say whether it was delicious or not. He just picked up a garlic clove and gave it to Pei Jing. "What others think is delicious, you might not think so too.
So you have to try it yourself to know if it's good or not. "
Pei Jing nodded heavily when he heard what Jiang Ran said. He deeply felt that what Jiang Ran said made sense.
The surface of the sugar garlic was quite slippery, so it took some skill to pick it up with chopsticks.
Some adults weren't skilled enough with chopsticks and couldn't even pick up the sugar garlic, let alone a child like Pei Jing.
Jiang Ran wanted to say that since he couldn't pick it up, he might as well eat it with his hands.
But when he saw Pei Jing pursing his lips tightly and fighting seriously with the sugar garlic, he swallowed the words back down.
Pei Jing took a while and finally picked up the sugar garlic. Suddenly, his eyes curved into crescents.