"Don't be impatient, little one, you better prepare all your ingredients! Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info and when you make this noodle, remember that the sauce must be ten times your usual one!Otherwise, don't blame me for not reminding you. Tang Huo, whose face was full of mystery and confidence, grinned and stood there leisurely.

The student couldn't help frowning slightly when he heard Tang Huo's words, but he still obeyed his words and hurried to prepare his own ingredients.

An attentive diner couldn't help but look at the already kneaded dough when he heard the soup fire.

After looking at it, he pulled the companion next to him and said with some suspicion. "Isn't this dough bigger than it was just now? Why do I feel like I've gained weight?"

"How can it ferment so quickly? This has just been done, don't be dazzled!" the companion next to him glanced at him with some disbelief and turned his gaze to the soup fire again.

The man turned his gaze in disbelief, and then pulled his companion beside him in surprise and said directly. "Don't believe it, take a closer look at the dough. He's bigger than just now. ”

His companion thought he was joking and looked at him with some exasperation. Seeing the serious look of his companion, the man turned his gaze to the dough, but he was dumbfounded.

"There's no mistake, is it? Why is this dough getting bigger and bigger? It was just piled up in the basin just now, and now it's bigger than before. ”

Hearing the two of them shouting, they were heard by the people around them, and everyone turned their attention to the huge basin that the soup fire had placed on the stove.

When they saw that the dough in the basin was already five times larger than the original appearance, the people around them were directly dumbfounded.

"Is this a balloon?

"How do I feel, it's like a little hot air balloon!" a curious little boy called out directly.

The people around him chattered and discussed, but no matter whose opinion it was, it was not agreed by those present.

As the people around them continued to discuss and argue with each other, the dough in the two pots began to grow violently like inflated balloons. It began to expand immediately at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it expanded nearly ten times more.

"Mom, that's nearly twenty or thirty times bigger! I've never seen such a strange thing in my age. ”

"I don't think the speed has stopped, to say more than 100 times, I guess it's a problem whether this basin can fit or not. Not even I, a person who has traveled through the north and south of the river, have never seen it. ”

"I guess this is some special chemical added to it!"

"Fuck your shit!"

The people around were all chattering and discussing with each other, but the fat fat mercenary beside Tang Huo really couldn't resist the temptation. put on a very attentive face and said curiously to the soup fire. "Marshal, what the hell is this? How can it be so inflated, even if it is the super yeast fermentation in the laboratory now, it is not like this!"

Tang Huo, who enjoyed the feeling of the stars holding the moon, glanced at the fat man with disdain. Ignoring him, he walked slowly to the basin and lifted it gently. The dough in the basin flew upwards at close range, and the dough continued to rotate upwards.

At this time, in the eyes of everyone, a hippie smile was very enjoyable, and the soup fire of everyone's flattering words became extremely serious at this time.

The solemn soup fire gently and quickly grabs one end of the dough as if it were a lover, and then begins to spin and move as quickly as a dancing bamboo. The dough that was constantly waving in his hand was like a lively little snake coiling and moving quickly. This trip was spinning round and round, and the little snake seemed to have experienced a long snake life. The surface of the snake is like scales fading away layer by layer, while the fallen snake scales are intact but not broken. Layer by layer fell on the board of the stove, piling up little by little.

At this time, the voice of Tang Huo sounded at this time, "The snake demon has been seeking Taoism for five hundred years, and the flesh horns on his head have come out, and he has cultivated his limbs for another five hundred years, and his limbs have broken and turned into a dragon." Waiting for 500 years is just to turn into a dragon, and waiting for 500 years to shed 500 snake clothes. Grinding, tearing, remorse, confused, just for the original end of the bloodline. The voice was desolate and confused, but it felt unusually hollow and shocking.

As the soup fire continued to rotate and sing, the dough in his hand was like a snake demon that had undergone five hundred years of transformation. More than 500 noodles have faded from the board, and they are piled up like a mountain.

And the noodles in Tang Huo's hand seemed to be truly transformed at the last moment, and the noodles flew and soared like a dragon dissolving, but it made people feel unusually distant and sacred.

And the soup fire that constantly waved his arms was as brilliant as a dancer dancing with a dragon.

"Mom, what that uncle is holding in his hand really looks like a dragon! It's different from the dragon in the family! It's so beautiful, it's so beautiful. A little girl pulled his mother very immaturely, and then said delicately.

At this time, the little girl's mother actually shed tears and gently hugged her and said. "This is the dragon of Huaxia, this is the dragon transformed into a snake. It represents auspiciousness, auspiciousness, and sacredness, and also represents the wind and rain. ”

"It's so beautiful, at this moment I seem to think of my mother's smile, and I think of the beautiful osmanthus in my hometown. Peaceful, serene, yet so calm. Is this the dragon of the hometown, is this the love of the hometown?" an old man silently shed tears, but his trembling voice slowly drifted into the ears of the people around him. There was sadness in his voice, but it was so quiet, as if he was born to be like this.

As the dragon-shaped noodles continued to spin, they shrank more and more, and the soup fire slowly slowed down. And the flying dragon circled into a small ball, and finally lay quietly in Tang Huo's hands.

The people who had already attracted their attention immediately quickened their pace and gathered around Tang Huo, wanting to touch this sacred and novel dough.

The dizzying students who had already been attracted by Tang Huo's fantastic and strange techniques immediately appeared beside Tang Huo as if they were teleporting.

"I said, Marshal, what is the matter with the dough and the balls? It's incredible, it's incredible, it's too shocking?"

"This noodle is called Huajiao noodles. Five hundred years of waiting to turn into a jiao, five hundred times molting into white noodles in a bowl. Loneliness, unbearable, bitterness, hope. The four senses are intertwined, as if it is a moment in life waiting for success. Out of reach, but within reach. As if he had experienced a class of soup fire for 500 years, he sighed, and his voice seemed to reveal the vicissitudes of life and the sorrow of the 500 years.