Chapter 153: Chapter 151: Lamb Soup Hui Mian That Sends Your Taste Buds Into Ecstasy

Until all the cilantro and scallions are fried to a golden color, the lamb in the pot also appears golden. The residue in the pot is filtered out, and only the lamb fat is collected in a small bowl.

Chen Mo bent down and sniffed.

There’s no denying it, the spices of Huaxia have a truly magical effect.

Even something as gamey as lamb fat, after this preparation, completely loses its gamey smell and instead emits a peculiar fragrance. Among various flavors, there is a faint hint of lamb that allows people to discern which animal’s fat it is.

The refined aromatic oil is set aside. Although it’s summer, as the temperature drops, the lamb fat begins to solidify at a visibly rapid pace, resulting in a gentle yellow color with a remarkably delicate texture.

The preparations for making lamb soup noodles are finally complete!

He fetched the previously refrigerated noodle sheet from the cupboard and took a piece, causing Chen Mo to pause.

Noodles sure are a test of skill.

Chen Mo worries not about simmering the lamb broth, nor about refining the aromatic oil, but the hand-pulled noodles…

He had no choice but to replay the recipe in his mind, even slowing it down to half-speed.

Chen Mo placed the rolled noodle sheet on his hands and then used his palms and fingers to stretch it towards both ends.

“Impressive, Boss Xiao Chen. You could easily make Ten Thousand Yuan a month at a hotpot restaurant,” LuLu commented, as she recorded a small video and shared it in the information group.

Chen Mo didn’t want to respond to LuLu.

Because this was just the beginning!

The stretched noodle sheet remained broad, and the length was just so-so. Chen Mo, following the image in his brain, pinched the noodle’s ends with his index and middle fingers, then began shaking the noodle up and down.

The dough mixes with warm water, rests, then refrigerates, resulting in extraordinarily resilient noodles. However, they can’t indefinitely withstand lateral stretching, so they need to be shaken up and down at this stage.

The more they are shaken, the longer they become. Chen Mo realized that if he continued shaking, the noodle would break, so he stopped at that moment.

Folding both ends of the noodle back, he pinched it with one hand and tore along the edge of the sheet, stopping as he reached the ends. He tore it again, repeatedly, until each finger held a strand of noodle about two centimeters wide!

Though his operation was slow, LuLu watched in awe.

“So this is Boss Xiao Chen’s true skill!”

This one batch of dough yielded one serving of noodles, and after tearing, each strand reached at least two meters in length, totalling four strands!

Chen Mo pinched off the ends, discarding the untorn parts, placed the remaining noodles on the board, and proceeded to stretch another batch!

After two consecutive batches, he washed the iron pot used for refining the oil clean.

“Alright, let’s eat a bowl of noodles before considering anything else.”

There are several ways to make lamb soup noodles. Some restaurants boil the noodles in clear water and then serve them with lamb soup.

But Chen Mo’s recipe differed; he ladled the simmered milky-white lamb soup into the pot. Once the boiling lamb soup hit the pot, it quickly boiled, and the pulled noodles went into the lamb soup to cook.

Meanwhile, he poured some clear water into the adjacent large black pot, reducing the boiling intensity but keeping it boiling.

The delicately stretched noodles simmered in the lamb broth for a few minutes until done. While waiting, Chen Mo found two large bowls.

These bowls accompanied Chen Mo from Jingzhou to Yu Province, completing their journey from hand-pulled noodles to lamb soup noodles.

He added seasoning to the bowls, chicken essence, MSG, salt, and pepper.

Then, a small spoon of the refined lamb aromatic oil!

Off the heat, noodles scooped!

First, the broth that cooked the lamb noodles poured into the two bowls, and then the two portions of noodles were individually scooped into the bowls. The milky-white lamb broth appeared to exude a nourishing and incredibly savory feeling, with the cooked noodles lying in the bowl, akin to a yellow dragon in a white river!

LuLu could hardly wait, reaching to grab the noodles.

“What’s the rush?”

Chop, chop, chop!

With a swift chop, heaps of cilantro and scallions were cut into fine pieces, as was the lamb rib meat, cooked early in the morning.

The rib from this location was the epitome of lamb meat, showing how generous Yu Hui was towards Chen Mo.

Sliced lamb, the entire slice appeared lean, with a thin layer of fat near the edges of the slices, and some skin on the outer layer.

A modest amount given, three slices of lamb spread over the surface of the noodles, sprinkled with cilantro and scallions, with two wolfberries added by hand.

Creamy white, pale yellow, green, red, meat color.

A mix of colors assembled into a steamy, flowing tableau.

“Done!” Chen Mo said, eyes alight, absentmindedly skimming the foam from the boiling soup, “Try it.”

LuLu nodded, lifted the bowl of noodles, and swirled the bottom seasonings with chopsticks.

Just stirring alone.

The aroma of cilantro and scallions hit first, intermingled with the lamb aroma and an indescribable savory scent.

“Wow! Why am I only now tasting these noodles!”

Just from the smell, LuLu felt like the years spent in Jingzhou were wasted, questioning the noodles she ate daily from restaurants.

Oh no, excluding Boss Xiao Chen’s hand-pulled clear soup noodles; those are noteworthy.

But compared to lamb soup noodles, hand-pulled noodles seem somewhat overly bland.

She couldn’t help, simply couldn’t resist.

LuLu slurps up the noodles, sucking noisily.

’Aren’t these noodles too long?’

Finding no other way, she helplessly bit off the noodles at her lips, knowing well the guilt it brings to a noodle lover when having to sever noodles in her mouth!

The hand-stretched lamb soup noodles were resilient and silky, becoming even more elastic upon cooking in the lamb broth.

After chewing for a while, her mouth was filled with the aroma of wheat, a power attributed only to Chen Mo’s grade A flour.

One bite of noodles down, the body was immediately gratified by the carbohydrates, prompting LuLu to sip the broth hurriedly.

“Aah…”

The painstakingly simmered lamb soup bore no additives, creamy in color, rich and full-bodied, each sip set her taste buds tingling.

Oh my… LuLu resisted the urge to roll her eyes and groan twice from pleasure.

The lamb soup noodles met the savory lamb broth, richly flavorful and palatable. With each bite of lamb, lean meat tender, fat ungreasy, the skin bouncy, the burst of lamb flavor unfolding in her mouth, adding layers to the prior savory experience.

Even Chen Mo wanted to shout in delight, let alone LuLu.

He first sipped a mouthful of the rich lamb broth, its warm and flavorful taste spreading in his mouth and flowing down his throat, chasing away the chill from a night of work.

Then, picking up a mass of noodles, he chewed them slowly, savoring the texture and fragrance of the lamb broth dancing on his tongue.

At this moment, in this peculiar situation.

Chen Mo stopped thinking, unwilling to think further.

Left hand holding the bowl, right hand wielding the chopsticks.

Slurp~

He savored big bites of noodles, large sips of broth, huge bites of meat!

His bowl held five pieces of meat.

What a thrill it was!

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