"George, does it really make sense for you to send us to cover this food festival?" said a short, somewhat balding man. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hey, of course there's no point, it's just about finding some work for the two of us. The man who replied was a tall young man with blond hair.

"Also, maybe the pictures we worked so hard to shoot will not even be published in the newspaper office when we return to the newspaper, and they will be thrown into the editor-in-chief's trash can. ”

"Hey, I really envy those guys who can be sent to report on those big events. Tom, how long are we going to get up?"

"In another two years, if nothing else goes wrong and we can make one or two big stories, then we can be like those guys. Tom looked at the crowd around him with some complaints: "These Chinese food festivals will definitely lose money." You see, there are only so many people. ”

"Let's shoot while eating, we're here anyway, and we'll settle lunch here. George replied.

"Okay. But it looks pretty good, at least it's clean, and I hope you don't let me off, I'm a picky foodie. ”

"Come on, foodie, is there a foodie who eats KFC every day?" George laughed.

……

"Liu Mang, the water is boiling. Li Ruonan glanced at the pot and replied.

"Well, these Americans are in the field, let's start below. Liu Mang replied, then walked to the large disc where the noodles were placed, grabbed one end of the noodles, took a deep breath, and then threw it in the direction of the pot.

Like a white dragon rising into the air, the long noodles made Liu Mang throw them like this, draw a graceful curve in the air, and plunge into the pot of boiling water.

Liu Mang's right hand pulled and threw it with his left hand, and this long noodle continued to bend and undulate, which was very beautiful.

Generally, when the pastry chef makes a 'noodle piece', he is only two or three meters away from the pot, and usually puts a lid in the middle of the pot to fear that the noodles will fall to the ground if he is exhausted.

But Liu Mang is now nearly five meters away from the pot, and there is nothing in the middle, but the noodles in his hand are like living creatures, pulling out a rainbow-like arch in the air and falling into the pot accurately.

"Okay!" Zhou Xiaolong and the Chinese volunteers who came to help couldn't help but applaud loudly.

Soon, Liu Mang cut off the noodles and smiled slightly: "Xiaolong, the portion of this bowl of noodles is relatively large, and it is specially ordered for you." ”

"Don't be afraid, I can eat more. Zhou Xiaolong's eyes stared at the undulating noodles in the pot of boiling water, and unconsciously, a trace of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Alright. After boiling in the pot for more than a minute, Li Ruonan quickly scooped the noodles into a large bowl. Pour a spoonful of snow-white soup and cover with a spoonful of bright red and oily 'hat'.

"Master Liu Mang, I want it too. "A Chinese volunteer smelled the aroma coming from the end of his nose, and his stomach couldn't help but make a 'gurgling' sound.

"Yes, bring me a bowl too, I haven't had breakfast yet." Another Chinese volunteer chimed in.

"And me, and me. ”

"Don't worry, don't worry. Your own people, take care of your fullness. Liu Mang laughed, and then pulled up again.

Zhou Xiaolong picked up the noodles, stirred them with chopsticks, and then found one end of the noodles and put it in his mouth to suck.

This method of eating noodles was also taught to him by Liu Mang last night. You must hold a long noodle and eat it from beginning to end, if you stuff it into your mouth, you will never be able to taste the true taste of 'one noodle'.

"Moist!" The strong noodles are mixed with broth and toppings, as if they automatically burrow into your throat without chewing.

The broth stock, which has been boiled for seven or eight hours with beef bones, is delicious and mellow, and the toppings stir-fried with vegetables, especially tomatoes, are sweet and sour.

"Ziyo!

Zhou Xiaolong was sweating profusely and was overjoyed, as if he had been tired from a busy morning, and under the impact of the delicious taste of this bowl of noodles, all of them disappeared.

"Dude, are you performing Chinese kung fu?" at this time, Tom walked over and asked weakly.

And the blonde George picked up the camera and took pictures at Liu Mang. While shooting, he shouted in his mouth: "Kung Fu! Kung Fu!"

"Uh......" Zhou Xiaolong drank the last bit of soup in the bowl, and then he hiccuped beautifully, and reluctantly put the bowl down.

"This is not Chinese kung fu, this is traditional Chinese food, do you want to have a bowl to try?"

"Oh, yes, yes!" Tom nodded and sat down at the long table, "I'm a reporter for the New York Times, and I want to ask if the noodles made in this magical way taste better?"

"Reporter?" Zhou Xiaolong's eyes lit up: "Don't you see that handsome guy below, he is the god of Chinese cooking! The noodles he produces have magical power, and after eating, people can forget all their troubles." ”

Anyway, bragging doesn't have to be taxed, so Zhou Xiaolong bragged in front of this stupid intern reporter.

"Magical magic, like the Forgetfulness of Worries in a fairy tale?" Tom wondered.

"That's right!

"Alright, hurry up and give me a bowl. Tom obviously believed Zhou Xiaolong's words and couldn't wait to shout.

Master Liu Mang, first bring this reporter friend a bowl of noodles. ”

Soon, a steaming, fragrant bowl of noodles was served to Tom.

"I'm sorry, but I don't eat much Chinese food, so I'm not used to chopsticks. Tom took out a knife and fork from the knife and fork box that Liu Mang had specially prepared for Westerners, stirred it in the soup bowl a few times, and forked up a strand of noodles.

"No, journalist friend, you can't eat this kind of noodles like this. Zhou Xiaolong explained: "This kind of noodles must be eaten from beginning to end in order to taste its original taste." ”

"Oh, is that so?" Tom rummaged through the soup bowl with his knife and fork to find one end of the noodle.

"Yes, please use it slowly! This bowl of noodles is so delicious that you will forget all your worries. Zhou Xiaolong squeezed his eyes.

"Purr!" Tom sucked hard, then bit down and exclaimed, "Oh my God!

When the slightly hot noodles burrow into the mouth, the deliciousness of the soup immediately conquers Tom.

Tom is Italian-American, so he grew up eating all kinds of pasta, but this bowl of noodles is completely different from those pastas.

The noodles are tougher and the soup is more delicious. Chewing it with the delicious sauce makes you forget your worries and just want to eat noodles with all your heart.

"Tom, what's wrong?" said George, who walked over after taking the picture.

"Try this bowl of noodles! We're sure we've dug up a big piece of news that shocked Americans!"