Chapter 441

"It's so despicable, you actually did it first!" Chu Chi almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, "pop" to reconcile the flour, his speed was very fast, those strong hands smashed On the dough, the whole chopping board trembled. Under his kneading, the dough twisted and deformed continuously, and began to harden.

With one hand shaking, the dough in his hand slammed into the air, Chu Chi snorted coldly, and caught the dough with both hands, as if juggling, holding the dough and turning it around.

"Okay!" The stickiness spins the dough around, and it can't be practiced within a few years. The people around were applauding, and the pair of eyeballs almost popped out.

As expected from the Chaoyang Sect, how long will it take for this skill.

"It's over, what's going on with Xiao Bingzi? Didn't you do a good job of making the dough just now? Why is she just like the old lady now, slow and fast, the flour of the boy on the opposite side is all healed up, she is still there Turn around here." The louder the cheers from Chu Chi's side, the colder Li Hai's heart became, most people's eyes were attracted to Chu Chi, and no one paid attention to them at all.

And now, Chu Chi was already preparing the side dishes to be used next, and Feng Qingge was still spinning the flour.

"Hmph, boy, it's just your skill, you should go back and practice more." After glancing at Feng Qingge, Chu Chi smiled disdainfully, cleaned up all the seafood, peeled off the head, and cut off the roots of the lobster. , and peel off the shrimp inside. The neatly arranged side dishes are completely placed, like works of art.

His movements are very fast, his hands are like phantoms, flashing by, and everyone around him applauds, one by one drooling.

"Drink!" The next moment, Chu Chi turned and walked to the edge of the flour. He turned his hands into double fists and slammed into the flour. His five fingers were in the dough, like a tearing machine, and he suddenly pulled towards both sides. The even five thick noodles appeared in his hands, and he didn't stop at all. The long noodles were folded in half, and then pulled into ten pieces.

The dough in his hand was like a piece of paper, and every time the folds were exchanged, there would always be more than half. The slender noodles were fluttering in the air, but in the blink of an eye, the noodles in his hand had become as thick as little fingers. With a shake of his hands, he continued to exchange, and the thick and long noodles were only as thick as chopsticks, jumping in his hands. on.

Anyone who has made noodles will definitely know that this kind of ramen is very difficult to make. Once the strength is strong, the noodles in the hand will break at any time. If the strength is weak, the dough will be uneven, and the thickness of the noodles will be different. But the noodles in Chu Chi's hands were different. Each one had the same thickness, and with the shaking of his arm, it danced like a skipping rope.

The water that was boiled at the beginning also boiled, he sneered, a piece of noodles in his hand fell off automatically, and hit the plate next to him with a slap, and the seafood inside fell into the pot with a swipe, but there was no one. Just fall, very accurate. And the noodles in his hand continued to shake and thin.

The cold light in his eyes flickered, Chu Chi looked at Feng Qingge who was still drawing circles over there, and the corners of his mouth ticked to both sides. Although there was no time limit, those who ate the vegetables in advance had the opportunity to vote. When the boy's dishes come out late, he will have more opportunities.

What's more, how many people are willing to eat that kind of noodle method.

Hmph, compared to him, it's too much for you!

"Little Bingzi, my grandma's, how long do you have? The opposite is almost done. I'm dying." The cold sweat on his forehead kept dripping, and Li Hai wanted to die. I have it all, staring at Feng Qingge slowly, I really want to go up now and let Feng Qingge get the flour out quickly.

On the opposite side, Chu Chi has chosen so many good things, but she actually only has a piece of pork belly and cabbage on her side, really...

"Huh..." Just when Li Hai was anxious, Feng Qingge was fine. When she pulled out her hands, the dough on the chopping board seemed to stick to her hands like a paste, and it continued to stretch. For a moment, unable to bear such a pulling force, it returned to the dough with a "pop".

How is this going? Li Hai was completely stunned, but he didn't have time to worry about it, so he quickly said: "Come on, Xiao Bingzi, what to do next, the opposite side is almost ready!"

Shaking her aching hands, Feng Qingge glanced at the steamer and said in a low voice, "Help me burn the firewood, I want to steam the buns."

"Pfft, it was steamed buns just now, how do you make buns now? Even if you make a golden bun, it can't be compared to the one on the other side. He uses so many ingredients, so that's all you need..." Besides, the buns are all over the street. Yes, who would take the time to come here to eat?

Feng Qingge ignored Li Hai, washed her hands, and then took out the cabbage and weighed the kitchen knife beside her. She took a deep breath of cold air and slowly closed her eyes. At this moment, the people around her seemed to have disappeared. She stood behind the chopping board, and the lines of the cabbage appeared in front of her.

Slowly raising the knife in his hand, the standing man did not move.

The person who finally waited for Feng Qingge to finish kneading the dough immediately stared at Feng Qingge, wondering how she was going to do it.

Just when everyone was holding their breaths, Feng Qingge moved, the wrist swung, and the cold kitchen knife suddenly fell, and with a "smack", the cabbage on the chopping board was divided into two pieces.

quiet……

The people in the entire street fell silent, staring blankly at Feng Qingge's movements, but the next moment burst into laughter.

"I'm going, what is this, just cut a knife?"

"It takes a while to cut a Chinese cabbage, it's really shit!"

"Hahaha, with this little skill, what's more, hurry back and get milk, boy!"

How did you lose the chain at the critical moment? With both hands on his cheeks, Li Hai jumped up directly, looking like he was about to die. He thought that Feng Qingge was going to start a big move, but it turned out to be this knife. Isn't this fooling people? At least, at least make a gesture with a kitchen knife!

Standing Feng Qingge didn't hear the ridicule around her at all. She had completely immersed her consciousness in the Chinese cabbage at this moment, including every cell on it, she could clearly feel their existence. This knife was perfect. , Divide this cabbage into two without losing the deliciousness of the cabbage itself.

"Da da da..." Just in the jeering sound, Feng Qingge's kitchen knife moved and quickly removed the head of the cabbage. That hand cut the cabbage like a harvester, his right hand sank, and he casually moved towards the cabbage beside him. Pushed out from the bamboo basket, the smashed cabbage spread out, like fireworks bursting suddenly in the air, extremely dazzling.