The quest hint is for him to accept Ozuo's challenge and win the challenge, and there is no restriction that it must be the yang (chūn) side.

He had been thinking about making traditional chūn noodles because Ozuo had mentioned that he wanted to compete with himself on the yang (chūn) noodles, so he would run into walls everywhere.

He hadn't reacted to Ozuo's way of making noodles when he first saw it, but now after seeing through the system's tasks, he realized that Ozuo didn't plan to make traditional yang (chūn) noodles in the first place.

But think about it, the system has always been reliable and will not assign impossible tasks.

Since this task is given, it means that the system task itself can still be fought in some aspects.

Thinking of this, Su Zifang instantly changed his momentum, no longer caring about Ao Zuo's movements, and immersed himself in the dough in front of him.

"Huh, that's interesting!"

On the side, Xia Hanqiu showed surprise when she saw Su Zifang's change (jìn).

"Grandpa Xia, what's going on?" Shen Anyan already knew about Xia Hanqiu's (shēn) from Zhao Xiaoman, and was very respectful to this veteran in the white case world.

"This kid is really a god who appreciates food. Xia Hanqiu said thoughtlessly.

After speaking, he saw Shen Anyan with a confused look on his face and asked, "You're not a chef?"

Shen Anyan shook her head.

"No wonder I didn't see it. Xia Hanqiu patiently explained: "At the beginning, that kid! Oh, it was Xiao Su, obviously stunned, with his hands and faces, but he couldn't see what he was thinking at all. ”

"If he continues like that, the probability of being able to make a qualified dish is less than 50%, and it is absolutely impossible to beat Aozuo. ”

"Even if you cheer up a little bit when you first come to cheer up, it won't be much better. ”

"But just now, I don't know what happened (qíng), his whole being is alive, and you can see his current movements, obviously he has already thought about what he wants to do, and the whole person is very focused, as if there is nothing else (qíng) to disturb him except the mass in front of him. ”

"Now this is the best performance of a chef when cooking, and if he can keep it in this state and finish cooking, it's really hard to say which of the two wins. ”

"He won't lose!" Shen Anyan stood unconditionally on her boyfriend's side.

She didn't know what happened to Su Zifang, but she had seen him like this a few days ago when she accompanied Su Zifang to make Wensi tofu in Guanglin.

Very fascinating, very serious, and fascinating!

"Then how about we make a bet?" Xia Hanqiu seemed to think of something and said with a smile.

"Bet on what?" Shen Anyan didn't answer immediately, but asked cautiously.

"Bet on a dish. Xia Hanqiu stretched out a hand and made a retraction motion.

"But I don't have a recipe......"

"It's okay, you should be a tailor, right? If Xiao Su loses, you can make me a dress." "Summer cold autumn road.

"How do you know?" Shen Anyan was a little shocked, she had only spoken less than five words to Xia Hanqiu since she came over, and none of them had mentioned (shēn), but Xia Hanqiu broke it down.

Xia Hanqiu smiled and unfolded his palm: "Thimble." ”

Shen Anyan swept her fingertips and instantly understood that she was making clothes in the store just now, and knew that Su Zifang came quickly after the competition, forgetting that she still had a thimble in her hand.

"Okay, when the time comes, you choose the ingredients, and I'll make it for you myself. Shen Anyan responded.

The two made a bet and continued to pay attention to the progress of the two.

The dough that Su Zifang has put has been reconciled, and he is rolling out the thin slices with a rolling pin.

The dough is rolled out under the rolling pin into a long piece, wrapped around the rolling pin, sprinkled with dry flour and rolled out again, several times until a long dough is rolled out.

Looking at Ao Zuo again, he also finished the noodles and began to make a second draw, but he did not continue the previous beating, but changed to a soft way.

A rolling pin about two meters long was pinched in his hand, and the whole piece of dough was pulled into a long strip wrapped around the rolling pin, which looked like a large baked gluten from a distance.

"This is ......" Shen Anyan had never seen such a big rolling pin, and she couldn't react for a while.

"This rolling pin is the oldest guy in the Okuzao noodle restaurant, and it was handed down from my master. Xia Hanqiu opened his mouth to explain.

"When my master passed it on to me, he said that this rolling pin has been used for hundreds of years or this appearance, sturdy and easy to use, and the dough rolled out is thin, thorough, and tendonous, and the disadvantage is that it is too heavy. ”

"Now the apprentices in the shop are lazy, and they use small rolling pins, instead of this big one. That is, Ao Zuo is strong enough, and Suo (xìng) is used by him. ”

As he spoke, Ao Zuo held the rolling pin horizontally on the table and pushed it forward vigorously.

The long strips that had been wound were instantly pressed into thin slices, and the whole (tào) was on the rolling pin.

"Thousands of silk films, how about the stunt of the Ao stove noodle restaurant?" Xia Hanqiu Nunu mouthed, signaling Shen Anyan to comment.

"Hmm...... (tǐng) OK. ”

In Shen Anyan's eyes, Ao Zuo's fancy movements are not as good as Su Zifang's use of a small rolling pin to roll out the thin slices little by little, although the movements are slower and the techniques are clumsy, but they are just good-looking.

Summer and Autumn: ......

Although Su Zifang started late, because he had little shēn, he had already completed the action of cutting noodles, sprinkled with dry flour and set aside to wait for the water to boil.

On the other side, Ao Zuo finally rolled out a huge dough and slashed it along the flat knife of the rolling pin, stacking the dough into a stack.

The knife is cut continuously, and countless thin noodles appear on the side of the knife (shēn) in an instant.

At this moment, the two actually tacitly synchronized the progress.

"It's all good to try. Ao Zuo fished out the clumps of floating noodles, and shouted to Yang Qiong after simple ingredients.

As Su Zifang said, although he prepared a lot of noodles, only the last bowl was to be served to Xia Hanqiu in the end.

Absorb the essence of all the previous noodle soup, add the scallion oil boiled with onions, shallots, and chives, then add a spoonful of light soy sauce, a piece of lard, half a spoon of pepper, stir well, and sprinkle with a little garlic sprouts.

A bowl of chūn noodles that combines the three classic pastries of bamboo noodles, scallion oil noodles, and yang (chūn) noodles is out of the pot.

Xia Hanqiu took a small bowl and gave Shen Anyan half of it: "Try it, so as not to wait and say that I won't be dishonorable." ”

"I believe that Grandpa Xia will definitely not be partial. Shen Anyan was full of well-behaved gods (qíng), but she did not hesitate to take the bowl.

Pick up a few and put them in your mouth.

As soon as she entered, Shen Anyan felt that she felt the wheat field in autumn.

A gust of wind blew, the wheat waves undulated, and hundreds of old hens emerged from the wheat fields and clucked and flew into the sky.

Eggs fall from the sky, and the whole wheat field is filled with the smell of eggs.

As soon as you bite into it, the smooth noodles instantly burst out with a strong breaking sensation, and they exploded like eating a mouth full of popping candy.

Pick it up and take a look at the section, the core of the face is slightly white, and the surrounding wheat is yellow.

Even though Shen Anyan can't cook, she also knows that this is a symbol that the noodles are cooked just right.

Combined with the taste just now, Shen Anyan admits that this is indeed the best chūn noodles she has ever tasted.

If the yang (chūn) noodles she ate in Shibu before could score 7 points, then Ao Zuo's improved bowl of yang (chūn) noodles would probably score 80 points.

"Little girl, don't forget to measure me later. ”

Xia Hanqiu smiled and put down his chopsticks, full of joy of winning the bet.

However, as soon as Xia Hanqiu's words fell, Su Zifang stepped forward with two bowls of noodles: "Master Xia, don't you taste this bowl before making a decision?"