Chapter 151

You must know that pasta is a very big test for finger strength. If it is too brute force, you will not be able to bite after steaming the pasta. If you are not strong enough, the steamed pasta will not even have shape, chewiness and toughness. This one hand can make his chopping board die. If it is used for pasta, the food made can't be eaten at all!

It's just such a windy song, I have long forgotten everything in front of my eyes, my slender fingers gently pull in the dough, it looks like a girl who is a female celebrity, pulling needles and threads and passing by. It's just that the dough in her hand was divided into two, and it was neatly divided into two halves.

"The Nine Hands of Purgatory." A deep voice came from her mouth, like a cheetah hiding in the jungle. Ten fingers flew, and those small hands seemed to be broken, and suddenly fell on the dough. Her strength was soft or firm, and the whole person's palm seemed to be broken, slapped on the dough in a strange arc, and spun away. The dough danced with her strength.

"This is..." Bu Jinyu's face was even more ugly.

Feng Qingge's palm was extremely strong, and she wished she could beat this piece of dough to shreds, while the other hand seemed to be stroking a child's mother, so kind and gentle, the dough turned around in her hand and drew out A rounded arc.

When outsiders see it, they can at most sigh, it's amazing. But for Bu Jinyu, it was as if he had discovered a new continent, his eyes widened and he wrote down all Feng Qingge's movements. As a chef, what you want is the harmony of both hands, the balance of power in both hands. But now Feng Qingge has completely broken this rule. If he wants to cook softly and hard, even the legendary chef can't do it. Now that he is here, how can he not be excited?

Gently pulling her hands, the dough in her hands seemed to be alive, spinning around her. The round dough is in her hands, and her whole body is like a top. She holds the dough in front of her head with both hands, gently spreads the steps under her feet, taps the index finger and the middle finger on the dough, and the two-finger-long noodle pieces fall off automatically. .

"Hi!" Can you cut noodles with your hands without using a knife?

Bu Jinyu's eyes widened even more, and his whole heart almost jumped out. The thickness and width of the noodles are the same, and there is no deviation of half a point.

The white clothes beat the snow, spinning in circles in the hazy fog, the pieces of noodles that were cut off were connected, surrounding her body, falling in circles, like a cicada chrysalis, slowly wrapping herself, she circled very slowly , the surrounding blocks do not touch the ground, forming a beautiful landscape.

"啾啾!" In the darkness, the hidden little thing wiggled its little butt, both eyes were wet, and the little feet were clasped to the cane, and looked at the person in front with teary eyes.

"Om!" When the dough in her hand was completely pulled apart, the spinning figure paused, and the two rolls of dough in her hand quickly came together. She circled her hands and subconsciously touched the Xuanji knife at her waist. It's a pity that this hand went down, but he didn't touch his own blade.

"Use mine!" With his right hand, a silver-white light shot out.

Without any hesitation, Feng Qingge held the hilt of the knife and let the dough in front of her fall. As she picked up the knife, countless pieces of dough were flying, but before it fell, she was picked up by the tip of her knife and blended into it. Inside the two pieces of dough.

The cold light shines everywhere, and the knife cuts like a shadow.

The white figure had no temperature at all, and the indifferent blade cut through the face. She picked it up with one hand, and the whole piece of face suddenly flew out.

"My God..." Bu Jinyu's face suddenly changed, and the noodle that flew out unexpectedly turned into a blue dragon at this moment. The speed of Feng Qingge's knife is too fast. Every time the knife falls, dozens of knives have been cut. The lifelike scales are flying. The dragon body and dragon tail have been carved, but there are no dragon heads and dragon claws.

"Kanglong has regrets. What's the use of this dragon's head and dragon's claws. I didn't mean to hurt someone, but I took his life. Everything is my fault." Looking at the unfinished work above, Feng Feng Qing Ge just smiled bitterly.

The soul of the standing person trembled, she closed her eyes in despair, and a crystal teardrop slowly fell down the corner of her eyes.

"啾啾!" The green figure was like lightning, and it wanted to fly out, but it jumped onto another vine and looked at the tearful figure.

"Okay!" Bu Jinyu hurriedly opened the steamer when he smelled the fragrance, and white tender butterflies appeared on the plate one by one. He took the sauce in his hand and poured it out without thinking. For a time, the finished butterfly was stained with brown liquid, and it seemed that there was no appetite at all.

If you see such a work being destroyed during the cooking competition, I don’t know how many jury members secretly feel distressed.

But in just a moment, the butterfly that was originally stained with the seasoning trembled, and the liquid actually turned into colorful, compatible with the butterfly noodles made, and it looked like a real butterfly, wanting to spread its wings high Fly normally.

Looking at Feng Qingge on the opposite side, the falling noodle pieces mercilessly fell into the abyss and were buried by the fog. Her desperate expression and the tears in her eyes deeply stimulated the little guy hiding in the dark.

"啾!" Couldn't bear it any longer, the fat body shot out like lightning, the green figure moved towards Feng Qingge, the pitiful eyes looked at the person opposite, extremely annoyed.

"Come on!" The two who had already observed the movements of the three-eyed phantom butterfly, how could they miss this opportunity, just at the moment when the three-eyed phantom butterfly rushed out, a big net made of star power fell, "swipe" The sound of rushing worms enveloped them.

"Chiu Chiu, Chiu Chiu..." Continuing to struggle, the three-eyed phantom butterfly looked at Mu Cangyun and the Burning Fire Stick in horror, but it was looking at Feng Qingge, showing a look of prayer. .

The fire stick couldn't help frowning, and stretched out his hand to hold the meat worm in front of him. It looked like an ordinary vegetable worm. The third eye on his forehead was also tightly closed, and he could only see a green pattern, which had not evolved yet. The completed three-eyed fantasy butterfly, dare to touch his contract master?

"Little thing!" Holding the three-eyed phantom butterfly, the fire stick can't wait to kill the little bug in his hand now.

"Chirp, chirp..." Continuing to struggle, the three-eyed phantom stared at the fire stick, feeling his majesty, and the small body curled into a ball, trembling uncontrollably.

His eyes lit up involuntarily, and the fire stick looked at Mu Cangyun with some doubts, and said in a low voice, "It says that there is a way to make people's souls return to their place."

"Three-eyed Phantom Butterfly is greedy and fun, and doesn't put human life in its eyes at all, how can it easily make people's souls return?" Mu Cangyun's face was cold, and the cold light in his eyes shot into Three-eyed Phantom Butterfly's eyes like sharp knives. , looking at its pleading eyes, he whispered: "Let it try. After giving up the food and being influenced by the girl, this little thing also has inner demons."

"If you dare to play tricks again, I will break your neck!" Gritting his teeth, he said coldly with the fire stick, just in case the big net was not loosened, he tied the little thing with one end of the star power, watching It rushed forward.