"It's not hand-rolled dough. ”

Zhang Han chuckled and shook his head, "It's to make thin ramen." ”

"Of course, Meng Meng wants to eat thin noodles, and the boss must make them very fine. Zhao Feng said with a smile on the side.

"Oh, hum, I said, how to make noodles, it turns out that Meng Meng wants to eat it. Liang Mengqi snorted lightly, the boss basically responds to Mengmeng's needs.

I don't pay so much attention to them, and Liang Mengqi also knows that they don't have the treatment to order food now.

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Han nodded, and his hands moved.

His hands grasped the dough, and his spiritual power continued to throw his palms to gather on the dough, and as soon as his arms were spread out, the dough was pulled into a column as thick as an arm.

As soon as Zhang Han made a move, the eyes in the room gradually converged.

Every time Zhang Han started cooking, they would always wait and see for a while, because Zhang Han's movements were like artists to them.

In the eyes of everyone, Zhang Han's hands moved according to different frequencies.

The long dough on the palm of the hand began to whirl, and gradually, the dough became thinner and thinner, and the amplitude of the rotation became larger and larger, like a vortex gradually forming in the middle of the sea.

At the same time, Zhang Han's spiritual power gathered on his right hand as if he didn't want money, his five fingers and a half clenched fists, and under the guidance of his spiritual power, wisps of noodles as thick as little thumbs floated through the gaps in his fingers to the boiling pot.

Finger-thick noodles?

Of course, what Zhang Han wants to make is thin noodles, to what extent? Of course, it is fine to the limit!

I saw that Zhang Han's right hand was still drawing circles with a rapid melody, and the noodles through his fingers were constantly rotating forward, as if he was holding a tasting ribbon in his hand and waving it continuously, making it form a cone-shaped spiral.

At this time, the noodles are like this, and the noodles start to become thinner as they rotate.

Little by little, it becomes thinner, until when it falls into the boiling pot, the noodles are as fine as hair!

And the noodles that go into the pot will break every 20 centimeters, which is a feat that can only be accomplished under the control of spiritual power.

In this way, the noodles kept flying, and the process of turning from dough into silk threads stunned the eyes of the ground!

I all know that the boss is showing off his skills when cooking, but I didn't expect him to show off to such an extent! This can't help but make the people around him gasp and exclaim:

"W-How is this possible?"

"Oh my God, that's terrible, isn't it?

"It's the first time I've seen ramen noodles like this, look at that noodle, I'll make it up, and it's all fine into silk threads!"

"It's shocking, it's shocking, the boss has such craftsmanship, it's just, it's an inhuman feat. ”

"I'm afraid that the No. 1 ramen king in the mainland is not as good as one-tenth of the boss! ”

“......”

In the northern Shaanxi region of the mainland, there is a ramen master who is very good, and the noodles he pulls out are very thin, which is known as the reputation of being as thin as a hair, but there are some exaggerated ingredients in it, and the noodles actually do not have the fineness of a hair.

But now, people look at the blurred thread of noodles and are really stunned.

This is the real thin as a hair, and they can't understand what this skill is all about.

I only know how appalling and terrifying the scene of the noodles that are dancing like a whirlpool!

At this time, the most shocking thing was Zhao Feng, when Zhang Han's palm moved, his eyes became bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, and finally stared like a bull's eye.

The pupils in his eyes narrowed as the noodles took shape, and his expression seemed as if he had seen something terrible.

"This ....."

Zhao Feng was stunned for a while, and suddenly remembered a legend that the captain had said, and couldn't help but be startled.

"What!"

"Isn't it?"

"Could it be that the boss is ......?"

Zhao Feng was shocked, staring at Zhang Han in disbelief.

I remember when he was in the special forces, he fought with the captain privately, fought for half an hour, and was finally easily won by the captain, Zhao Feng was defeated very completely and convinced, but the captain said: In this world, there is an invisible society, where there are countless strange people, and even I can't touch that circle.

Zhao Feng asked what kind of invisible society it was, but the captain smiled and said nothing, leaving a sentence far away when leaving: Although you and I are powerful, we are still frogs at the bottom of the well after all, and those people are unimaginable existences, just like... Martial arts.

Martial arts? Like the martial arts with internal strength in the story?

Zhao Feng guessed in disbelief that until now, he had to forget about that incident, but after seeing Zhang Han's skills and the scene in front of him, Zhao Feng was really shocked and couldn't help himself.

He vaguely felt in his heart that the boss was the master in the invisible society! The boss was very likely to be a strong man with 'internal strength'!

Otherwise, how could the boss reach such a level? I'm afraid that even pure power can't do such a scene in front of him!

As everyone knows, Zhao Feng's guess is almost close to the truth.

Relatively speaking, Zhang Han, who is in the Qi training period, is indeed equivalent to a martial arts master with internal strength, but in essence, Zhang Han cultivates the path to becoming an immortal, the most orthodox path, while others may not be the case, especially in this earth where the aura is exhausted.

Yes, the earth is now developing faster and faster, the aura is gradually dissipating, and only some feng shui treasures will have the existence of aura, Zhang Han of course also knows this situation, to put another example to analogy, without aura, the spiritual power in the body can not be replenished, can only rely on the magic in the body to slowly cultivate, this method is a lot more difficult, and the recovery is slow, which is also a very helpless fact.

His gaze returned to Zhang Han.

The swirling noodles gradually enter the boiling pot, and the whole process is only a minute.

A pot of noodles, in a minute, all turned into noodles as thin as a hair, if this is spread, I am afraid that many people will not believe it.

Even the people in the restaurant now don't believe their eyes, they just blame the picture of this scene is too scary.

The noodles were put into the pot, and Zhang Han exhaled softly.

After making these noodles, it actually consumed more than half of the spiritual power in Zhang Han's body.

This half of the spiritual power, Rao is Zhang Han practiced the treasure hunt, and it will take an afternoon to recover.

While the noodles were boiling, Zhang Han started the egg fried rice at noon today.

It was only when his body moved that people came to their senses.

"Oops!"

Liang Mengqi at the bar stared and shouted: "It's so handsome, the boss is too handsome, what should I do, I'm going to be fascinated by you." ”

"Yes, if it's a girl, it's definitely chasing the boss!" Zhao Dahu's tone turned into a soft voice due to surprise.

At this time, Yu Qingqing didn't care about Zhao Dahu's posture, his eyes were shining and he looked at Zhang Han, the admiration in his expression, everything was silent.

In the face of praise, Zhang Han didn't have any expression, nor did he react, still stir-frying the egg fried rice as usual.

It's just that I'm wondering in my heart, isn't the action and way just now a little too exaggerated?

You must know that this time the ramen is a waste of more than half of the spiritual power in the body, although it is for the pursuit of speed, but looking at the reactions of these people a little excessively, it seems that the way is a little wrong.

'Forget it, let's be normal next time. ’

Zhang Han shook his head gently.

While cooking egg fried rice, Zhang Han put salt and tianxiang wood powder on the side of the clear soup noodles.

Soon, the egg fried rice and the clear soup noodles came out of the pot at the same time, and Zhang Han made the shredded potatoes and cucumbers one after another, and people came to serve the rice as usual.

"Wow, it's so fine, it's so fine, it's crystal clear, it's so beautiful, it's like a work of art!"

Liang Mengqi sighed as she filled a bowl of clear noodle soup, turned her head and returned to her seat, ready to eat.

In fact, Liang Mengqi also likes pasta very much, the last time I ate dumplings, the dumpling skin was soft and delicious, but it made Liang Mengqi have endless aftertaste, now that she has pasta, even if it is a very light clear soup noodle, she still has to taste it first, and even temporarily gave up egg fried rice.

And Zhao Dahu is a person who likes to eat spicy food, for many years, there are some small problems in the stomach, sometimes eating some stimulating food will hurt his stomach for a while, but since he came to this restaurant, his stomach has not hurt once, at this time he wants to add some chili oil to eat clear soup noodles, but there are no condiments prepared here, soy sauce and vinegar, so he can only eat like this.

Yu Qingqing is very fond of noodle food, and her favorite food is Anhui plate noodles, but now there are clear soup noodles, which she thinks is also good.

The three people who served the noodles first began to make a move and enjoy their lunch.

"Hoo ......"

They all scooped up a spoonful of the broth, blew lightly, and drank it.

The light noodle soup has an extremely rich pure aroma of flour, and when the soup is drunk, they only feel an indescribable sweetness pouring into their throats, and at this moment, the soup seems to turn into a clear stream, moisturizing their body and mind, and they only feel that the whole person is comfortable.

"Drink it. Liang Mengqi said with great admiration.

"Taste the noodles!" Yu Qingqing couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks and tried to pick up the noodles gently, because the noodles were too thin, and she was afraid that she would break the noodles with a slight force.

But what she didn't expect was that the noodles as thin as a hair would be so strong, and her strength gradually increased, and she didn't cut the noodles at all.

"Hiss..."

Yu Qingqing took a big bite, and the noodles entered her mouth, making her mouth full of the fragrance of white noodles for a while, and such thin noodles did not look like batter in her mouth, but made her feel that each noodle was elastic and full of strength, and this taste was really a graceful enjoyment.

"I, the first time I discovered that the clear soup noodles turned out to be like this! This is the real clear soup noodles!" Yu Qingqing sighed with a blurred look, and then the movements in his hands sped up.

"Hiss ....."

The people at the members' table ate almost regardless of their image, and they ate very devotedly, causing the sound of eating noodles to become a little louder, attracting the people on the other side who were eating egg fried rice to look sideways.