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Chapter 228 A bowl of clear noodle soup

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    Song Haotian didn't pay attention to other people's comments at all. After pouring the water, he inserted his hands into the basin. Under the stimulation of the true energy, the efficiency of kneading back and forth was much higher than that of ordinary people.

    It only took less than two minutes to take out a piece of dough.

    The entire dough kneading process is clean and neat, truly achieving the three-light effect of basin light, dough light, and hand light.

    Now everyone present was dumbfounded. It was the first time for everyone to see such a fast dough mixing speed.

    "This is too exaggerated. It takes less than two minutes to make a dough. If it weren't for the water that was just added, I would have thought he had prepared it in advance"

    ¡°Oh my God, the handsome guy looks so handsome when making noodles¡±

    "Who said just now that I don't know how to make pasta? No one else can learn from this skill"

    Song Haotian still ignored the others, lit the stove and started boiling water, and then said to the two little guys: "Tuanyuanyuan, do you want thick noodles or thin noodles?"

    "Daddy, please be careful."

    "Yuanyuanxi likes thin thin noodles."

    The two little guys said in unison.

    "Okay, daddy will cook thin noodles for you later."

    After waiting for a while, the water was boiling, and Song Haotian started to move.

    He stretched out his hand and grabbed the dough in his palm. Qi continued to gather on the dough through his hands. With both hands on it, the whole dough was pulled into a cylinder as thick as an arm.

    Everyone¡¯s eyes were attracted to him. As for what Zhiweizhai and Busi Shu were doing, no one paid attention at all.

    Even the three judges looked at this side with burning eyes. Only now did they realize that they had underestimated this young man before, and his cooking skills were far beyond their imagination.

    Under everyone¡¯s gaze, Song Haotian¡¯s hands began to shake rapidly.

    The dough in his hand began to rotate. Gradually, the dough became thinner and thinner, and the rotation became larger and larger, just like a whirlpool gradually forming in the sea.

    The people in the audience let out bursts of exclamation. If it were an ordinary person, the dough would have been broken by such a large swing, but in the hands of this young man, it didn't happen at all.

    This is nothing like making noodles, it¡¯s just magic.

    At the same time, Song Haotian's true energy spurted out and completely gathered in his right hand, with five fingers and a half clenched into a fist.

    Under the refinement of the true gas, the thickness of the small thumb's thickness passes through the big pot in front of the wind.

    Of course there is no such thing as finger-thick noodles. If you say you want to make thin noodles for your daughter, you must keep your word.

    While throwing the noodles, Song Haotian's right hand quickly drew a circle.

    Under his guidance, the noodles floating out of his fingers continued to rotate forward, just like a master waving a ribbon in his hand, making it form a conical spiral and moving forward.

    Amid everyone¡¯s exclamation, the noodles became thinner and thinner. When they fell into the pot, they were already as thin as hair and could be used to thread needles and threads.

    What shocked everyone was not only that, the noodles fell into the pot and automatically broke every 20 centimeters or so, which was simply miraculous.

    ¡°Daddy, that¡¯s great!¡±

    The two little guys gathered around Song Haotian and kept clapping their little hands to cheer their father.

    At the same time, everyone in the audience burst into thunderous applause. It was really wonderful. This young man was not making noodles, he was just showing off his skills.

    ¡°Oh my god, this is the first time in my life that I¡¯ve seen noodles like this.¡±

    "What a magical skill, I really don't know how he did it"

    "Look at the noodles, they are too thin. This is not ramen. It's like magic"

    The most shocked thing was the three judges on the stage, each of whose eyeballs almost bulged out of their sockets.

    They are all experts in gourmet food, so they naturally know how difficult it is to stretch noodles to such a degree in such a dazzling way.

    Especially He Xiaoqian, she is also a master in pastry, but she cannot achieve this level no matter what.

    Song Haotian continued his operation, and the whirlpool-like noodles gradually fell into the pot.

    The piece of dough in his hand was turned into noodles in less than a minute, the speed was amazing.

    If you don¡¯t see it with your own eyes, no one will believe it.

    After doing all this, Song HaotianHe secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This operation consumed almost half of his energy.

    It seems that I have to complete the foundation building as soon as possible, otherwise my current cultivation level will still be a little weak.

    "My little brother is so handsome."

    In the audience, Liu Zimei¡¯s eyes shone brightly, and she whispered in Lin Meichen¡¯s ear: ¡°Xiaomei, let¡¯s see if the man I chose for you is handsome or not?¡±

    Lin Meichen rolled her eyes at her: "Are you sure you chose this for me?"

    Liu Zimei smiled and said: "We sisters still know what we are doing. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine."

    While the two of them were whispering here, Song Haotian's clear soup noodles were already out of the pot.

    "Oh my god, these noodles are so thin and crystal clear. They are so beautiful. They are not noodles at all. They are simply works of art!"

    People looked at the noodles he picked out and marveled again, but some people soon raised questions.

    "What's going on? The noodles are just like this. There is no salt or any seasoning. Can this be delicious?"

    "I don't know, although this young man's ramen skills are very impressive, but this kind of noodles probably has no taste"

    "Could it be that he was making braised noodles, but didn't see the braised noodles?"

    ¡°Obviously what Song Haotian makes is clear soup noodles, not braised noodles.

    After the noodles were out of the pot, he took two small bowls and filled a bowl for each of the two little guys.

    "Come on, eat quickly."

    Everyone in the audience was confused. Is this the end?

    You must know that this is a competition. In the end, a dish is about both color, flavor and taste. Good appearance alone will not do it.

    Seeing Song Haotian give the prepared noodles to his daughter, Du Yu was speechless for a while. This was the Master of Cooking competition, and there were three judges waiting to give scores.

    "Mr. Song, are you finished?"

    "Oh, it's over."

    "Then can you tell us what you did?"

    "It's very simple, clear soup noodles."

    Like before, Song Haotian still didn't say anything too much.

    But he seemed to have thought that he was still competing, so he took three more bowls, filled three bowls of noodles, put them on the tray, and handed them back to Du Yu.

    Du Yu was really helpless towards his attitude of not taking the competition seriously. He shook his head slightly and sent the tray to the judges' table.

    At the same time, Zhiweizhai and Busi Shu also completed the preparation of dishes, one is Dongpo elbow and the other is braised pork ribs.

    In this round of competition, they also gave up on high-end ingredients and chose more affordable dishes, hoping to win higher scores for themselves.

    Due to the failure in the last round of competition, Zhou Liguo and Zhou Liguo seemed to be much more low-key this time.

    It was just a brief introduction, and without saying much, the dishes were delivered to the judges¡¯ table.

    The chef made these two dishes, which are full of color, flavor and taste. Not only do they look great when placed there, but they are also full of aroma, which is in sharp contrast to the bowl of clear soup noodles with little water.

    But with the experience of roasting corn before, no one dared to despise this bowl of noodles anymore. Everyone¡¯s eyes fell on the three judges, waiting for them to give the final appraisal result.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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