The screen suddenly turned black, majestic music sounded, and thick raindrops appeared on the black and white screen. There were two men sitting in a truck. The driver wore cowboy hats and his faces were all hard lines, which looked like Takakura Ken at first glance. The assistant picked up a book and read: I went to eat noodles with an old man who has been studying noodles for forty years. The lens changed, and it was a big city with blue sky and green grass. The old and the young sat down in the noodle shop and held up the noodle bowl in front of them. The old man spoke:
First, observe the entire noodle bowl, be grateful for its shape, and enjoy its fragrance. It can be seen that the pickles are shining on the gem-like brilliance on the surface of the soup, the seaweed is sinking slowly, and the spring onions are floating on the noodle soup. Please focus on the three pieces of pork, they are the key, but they are politely hidden. The next thing to do is to treat the surface of the noodle soup: use the tip of the chopsticks to expand the noodles, and then touch the pork-use the tip of the chopsticks to lightly press the pork slices into the soup, then gently pinch them to re-soak them On the right side of the bowl. The point is to apologize to pork: see you again soon. Only then can you start eating noodles. First sandwich the noodles, while looking at the meat, watching affectionately, eat some pickles, and then drink some soup. Picking up a piece of pork is like making the most important decision in life. Finally, gently shake the side of the bowl three times and put it into your mouth.
After reading this paragraph, I have to laugh anyway. Just eat noodles, as for. The soup has a jewel-like luster, and the spring onions are spring onions-like writing haiku. I have to say sorry to the pork because I will see you later-actually eat it.
The driver said something stupid after listening to it, which made me want to eat noodles. The two parked their car on the side of the road and walked into a "Lai Lai" noodle shop with a red slogan. The shop was dark and old, and the proprietress did not lift her head to say welcome. The assistant had just read the book and gained some knowledge of noodles, so he shrank his nose and said that the water for cooking the noodles was not boiling. When the noodles came up, they didn't taste very good. At this time, another customer in the shop harassed the proprietress, and the driver couldn't see it and had a fight with him. The next morning, the lady boss cooked breakfast for them.
Steaming white rice, tofu miso soup, minced beef mixed with eggs, pickled cucumbers in rice bran, seaweed rice and grilled fish. The proprietress was grinding the grated radish, put the grill on the gas stove, and turned over the dried fish with a pair of long chopsticks. The proprietress’s youngest son said that my mother’s pickled cucumbers and noodles are the best in the world. The driver nodded and said that pickled cucumbers are definitely, but noodles...the
lady proprietress begged him to help and train her to make delicious noodles. The driver said: Your face is sincere, but you have no guts.
At the beginning of training, the two went for a run. Cooking noodles is also an individual effort and requires muscle support. Tired of running, I stopped to rest, and a small group of people walked out behind him. The old men were all in black suits, and a young man followed with a large stack of documents. Entering the private room of the high-end hotel famous for its seafood dishes, the black suits looked through the recipes and ordered only a flounder cake, broth or salad, and ale without enthusiasm. The young man rolled his eyes, smiled, and began to order: gnocchi, Bodin-style, and French Terrifant also has this. The manager immediately said: Our chef has been trained there. The young man continues: The caviar is also together. Is the snail wrapped in sweet cream dough? The manager said that it was slow-cooked with straw mushrooms, and then cooked with sweet buttery dough. The guy said I order this and add apple vegetable salad. The manager praised: a great match. The wine should be Den Chamir, 81 years old. This time he ordered the food, some of the old men in black suits stared, some opened their mouths, some were ashamed and ashamed, and some disapproved—that was just pretending. Ordering is knowledge, knowledge, and appreciation of good taste. Although the young man is a low-level clerk, he finally caught the opportunity to taste French cuisine, or he arrogantly pretended to be in front of the higher-ups.
The manager took the menu and went out. There was a female teacher in the lobby teaching the ladies to eat spaghetti: Use a fork to pick up three or four sticks, roll them up in a spoon, and put them slowly in your mouth without making any noise. The girls did the same at first, and snored and sucked up the noodles after two or three blows. How can you not make a sound while eating noodles? The voice is a compliment to the noodles. At the edge of the lobby, a waiter pushed the dining car into the hotel room. The man who opened the door was the man in the white suit at the beginning of the movie. The dining table in the room is already a mess. His beautiful woman was leaning against the head of the bed, half naked. The man in the white suit tastes a woman as a big meal: salt, squeeze lemon juice, dip in butter icing, raw eggs, put live shrimp in a wine bowl, and put it on the belly-drunk shrimp. Food and sex are also good, these two people really know how to enjoy themselves.
The lady boss and the driver went around stealing the teacher. How do two people change the water in a narrow place; the soup is the key to the noodles, because the noodles are delicious; remember that everyone ordered, pork, sun spring, wonton, softer, and fatter meat , No pickles... The
two went to Chinatown again and asked an old chef wearing a Chinese placket to learn how to learn Chinese soup. After being rejected, an old man in a melon hat quietly asked the proprietress for 30,000 yuan and took her. Go to the back of your store, open a seam in the wall, and look from there. Pork bones, bunches of green onions, carrots, whole chicken. The idiom says gouging the wall and stealing light, here is stealing art.
The driver took the proprietress on a pilgrimage again. The park at night, the homeless home base. Although the hobos are dressed in tatters and have dirty faces, they have their own unique tricks. The driver invited an old mage. The homeless people knelt down on the stone steps and sang a song to see him off: Time flies, we must be separated... The
voice of the song spread into the hotel room, and the man in white suit borrowed a raw egg yolk this time with him. Woman lingering upside down. Then he went to the beach alone, and saw the maiden in white—a girl who digs oysters. He asked her to buy one that had just been picked. The oyster shell cut his mouth, and the girl held the oyster with her pink palm and asked him to eat it. No matter how you look at this lens, there are strong sexual cues and sexual symbols. ——Everything related to this man is full.
Behind the man, there was a speeding train. There was a man in the carriage, holding half of his cheek in pain. At this time, a young girl carrying a burden came over from the carriage: black clothes, a Chinese-style bun head, two small braids hanging down, her eyelids and lips were painted bright red, like two pieces of rouge in a Peking opera horn. The girl smiled and opened the lid of the big steamer, which contained three small steamers and a teacup. Then uncover the lid of the small steamer, it is shrimp siumai, crystal buns, and glutinous rice chicken. The essence of Cantonese refreshments. The man endured the pain and ate two bites and went to the dental clinic. Such delicious food, how can you do without a good tooth? After the tooth was cured, the doctor asked him to eat something soft first. He went to buy a pink ice cream. Just after taking a sip, a two-year-old child stared at him baffledly. The kid was carrying a small schoolbag on his shoulders, half a carrot and a sign hanging around his neck: Don’t give me sweets and snacks, his mother’s message. After reading such a message, everyone should pity this child. The man handed the ice cream to the child, and the child’s chubby squeezed and squeezed, and finally took it. How come carrots are delicious with ice cream. Life is too short, so try dessert first. I haven't tasted the sweetness of ice cream when I was a child. How could it be a major loss in life.
The lady boss, under the guidance of the teacher, formally boiled the soup. Pork bones and chicken should be fresh, and vegetables should not be cut. The teacher offered a magic weapon: a whole pig's head, scared the proprietress to faint.
The four of them went to eat cold noodles, and they met an old man who was trembling when he walked. The old man ordered fish and shrimp, tempura, and red bean soup, but he almost choked to death by the glutinous rice cake in the red bean soup. Fortunately, the proprietress was so knowledgeable that she used a vacuum cleaner to suck out the rice cakes that were stuck in her throat, saving the old man's life. The old man invited them to eat wild turtles in a manor-like home, and lent the family cook to the proprietress to thank her for saving her life.
All is ready except for the opportunity. The teacher named the noodle shop "Dandelion", using the name of the proprietress. At this time, someone came to help. The person who fought with the driver at the beginning was a decorator. He promised to decorate the store. The proprietress went to make a model and drew makeup. White clothes, denim blue work overalls, tall chef hat, like the executive chef of a grand hotel.
The driver and the proprietress love each other and go out to eat, eating grilled eel and lettuce outside. The two returned home drunk, and an old woman downstairs knocked past the door and entered a supermarket that was open at night. She and the cashier were playing hide-and-seek in the store, squeezing and squeezing the peaches, cheese, bread, and cakes in the store one by one, pressing and pressing. The clerk closed the door and went to eat supper. This time I ate roast duck. The lotus leaf cake, Beijing onion, sweet sauce, sliced duck skin, each kind of small chopsticks, wrap it up and put it in your mouth.
Opposite an old man who was eating deliciously, deceived the person who wanted to cheat him to steal his wallet, and was arrested on the spot by the police who had been staring at him for a long time. The old man said: Let me have another bite. He pretended to be a retired university professor to cheat, but he wanted to cheat and eat delicious food. Is it easy? The police handcuffed him out and was knocked down by a running man.
The man raced with the train all the way and ran home. The doctors and nurses were all there. His wife was lying down, almost dying. The man shouted: Don't sleep, or you will die. You can sing, dance, or do anything. The wife still did not respond. The man said again: Go cook and get ready for dinner. After hearing these words, the wife miraculously got up, chopped green onions, and fried rice. The three children waited with empty bowls. When the rice was cooked, the child and the man rushed to Sheng. With thin eyebrows and narrow eyes, a snow-white face, the wife who resembled a Japanese beauty portrait smiled contentedly, fell down, and died.
The noodle shop is about to open, but it lacks distinctive noodles. The decorator contributed his own practice: cut the pork into shreds, fry it, sprinkle with scallions cut diagonally, and pour a spoonful of sesame oil. It's called special spring onion noodles. The store must be distinctive, only selling pork noodles and special spring onion noodles. At this time, someone was already standing and eating noodles. The noodle shop not far from her was the one where she had stolen the teacher. The shop was deserted and the buddy was dozing off.
At this time, the life of the man in the white suit came to an end. He was shot and fell on the street in the heavy rain, with three wooden carved red-painted fat pigs beside him. His woman ran over, crying dear not to die. The man said: I want to tell you the story of hunting wild boars. They don't eat anything in winter. They dig potatoes from the ground. They only eat this. When you shoot wild boars, cut open their stomachs, take out their guts, and put them on the iron rack on the fire pile...The intestines are full of potatoes. Have you ever seen potato sausages? Put it on the shelf and slice it while it's hot. Sounds good? ... His woman said: Yes, soy sauce and wasabi is better. The man said: I really want to go with you. The woman wailed, and he said: Hush, be absolutely quiet, my personal movie begins.
There is life and death. There are sorrows and joys in life.
The decorator refurbished the shop. The storefront is made of white wooden boards with a dandelion painted in indigo on it, which is refreshing and eye-catching. The interior of the store is white walls, soft green light hits the cupboards, and the wood-colored dining table. It makes people's eyes bright when seen. The proprietress hung the red curtain to greet the endless stream of guests.
Throw the egg-yellow noodles into the boiling noodle pot, roll it up and down, pick it up, slap it a few times in the fence, drain the water, put it in the light sauce-colored noodle soup, pick and straighten it out. The noodles stretched in the gem-like soup. This is a good bowl of noodles.
The driver left the noodle shop, and there was a long line at the door early. Above the lintel, the dandelion was shining brightly in the sun.
After watching this movie, I want to open a noodle shop.
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