Only people who often steamed buns would have old noodles at home.
The Pei family also steamed buns, but they ate coarse grains, so the old noodles were naturally coarse grains as well.
Jiang Ran wanted to steam white buns, so he couldn't use old noodles.
Wang Cuilan saw Jiang Ran frowning and thought for a while. "I know someone who has old white noodles. Why don't I borrow some?"
Jiang Ran hurriedly asked, "It won't be troublesome, right?"
Looking at Jiang Ran's cautious expression, Wang Cuilan felt flattered and waved his hand. "It's not troublesome!
It's not troublesome! "
After Wang Cuilan went out, Jiang Ran didn't just wait.
Steaming buns didn't just require noodles.
The noodles were important, and so was the filling.
There were still more than eight kilograms of meat left, so Jiang Ran wanted to use half of it first.
After all, it was the first day, so he had to think carefully.
Besides the meat, he also needed scallions, ginger, and vermicelli.
Jiang Ran didn't know where these things were, so he called Pei Yang and Pei Shanshan over.
Pei Yang peeled scallions, and Pei Shanshan boiled water to soak the vermicelli.
After arranging the two of them, Jiang Ran cut a piece of meat, washed it, and prepared to chop the filling.
Chopping the filling might take a lot of time and effort for others, but for Jiang Ran, it was a piece of cake.
This body was very strong, and Jiang Ran had studied cooking for many years. Jiang Ran was very clear about how to chop the stuffing and how to chop it just right.
When Jiang Ran was done chopping the pork, he realized that Pei Shanshan had already prepared the vermicelli.
Not only was the vermicelli soaked, but she also used another knife at home to chop it up.
The vermicelli used to make buns didn't need to be too choppy, or else it wouldn't taste good and wouldn't look good.
It would be best if it was about one centimeter long.
Jiang Ran looked at the vermicelli processed by Pei Shanshan. The vermicelli was about the same length and could be used. He nodded with satisfaction. "Well done!"
Pei Shanshan only felt a little strange when she realized what was going on.
Just as he was about to say something to hide his emotions, he looked up and saw that Jiang Ran had already turned around and left.
Pei Shanshan: "…"
When Jiang Ran walked to Pei Yang's side, Pei Yang had just washed the onions and ginger.
Jiang Ran didn't take it. Instead, he said to Pei Yang, "Go and chop the scallions and ginger. Chop them up a little. It's best if they look like messy rice porridge."
This metaphor was really too vivid. Jiang Ran secretly gave himself a thumbs up.
Pei Yang took the scallions and ginger to the chopping board without a word. After a while, the sound of chopping scallions could be heard.
When they were almost done, Wang Cuilan finally came back with a bowl in his hand. In the bowl was a piece of old noodles.
Seeing that the old noodles were back, Jiang Ran hurriedly took it and prepared to mix the noodles.
If he mixed them now, it would probably be open by tomorrow morning.
After cooking for so many years, Jiang Ran was very clear about how much filling and how much noodles were needed.
Jiang Ran found two basins and filled them with water. Only then did she wash her hands in satisfaction.