Ye Hang is challenging everyone's cognition.

Pulling a ball of dough into 65,536 noodles, is that enough?

Of course it wasn't enough, so after sixteen buckles, he started seventeen buckles again.

When he was sixteen buckles, he could already win against Chen Jueyuan, but from the beginning, what Ye Chui wanted was not to win, but to crush.

Of course, he could win Chen Jueyuan with sixteen deductions, but that was not cool at all, crushing, just to crush it happily, so the seventeen deductions came.

When countless people saw his movements, they were muted at the same time, and Sister Han whispered in a trembling voice, "Master...... You don't want to play anymore, that's enough......"

"No, it's not enough." Ye Trai replied with a smile.

The noodles were slowly pulling in his steady and light hands, tugging at the heartstrings of countless people.

The judges in the audience stretched their necks and looked at the stage, Chen Tian, Jiang Yuemei, Shen Zhongda, Tang Shanshan and others, there was no urge to speak anymore at this moment, only their eyes were dead in Ye Chui's hands, at this time they even had a deep fear that saying more would startle Ye Chui, or whether the wind of speaking would blow off the noodles that were already more washed than a hair.

The photographer, host, and on-site director of the BBC Food Channel were all stunned at this moment, and the host who was originally eloquent couldn't say a word, and his eyes opened on the screen as if he had seen a ghost, and he couldn't say a stupid ×.

But no one thought he was stupid ×.

Because everyone's eyes were already completely attracted by the noodles in Ye Chui's hand.

In the office building of the BBC Food Channel in Los Angeles, which is responsible for monitoring the ratings, the lines on the computer screen representing the trend of the ratings suddenly began to rise.

A man and a woman, who were sitting in front of the screen talking and laughing idly, were quickly stunned, their mood changed from relaxed to shocked, and from shocked to frightened - what happened?

There are two curves on the screen, one of which represents the ratings of the BBC Food Channel. The other is the packing curve of another food radio station, which is playing at the moment is Gordon, the world chef god. Ramzigan's showdown with that talented chef livestream.

The men and women in front of the screen picked out the ratings of the two radio stations with a playful mood and put them in a table, just thinking it was interesting, the curve that represents the live broadcast ratings of the world chef vs genius chef is naturally far higher than the ratings curve of Ye Chui single-handing Chinatown, but in just a few seconds, the ratings curve of Ye Chui single-handedly picking up Chinatown suddenly rose a lot in an almost vertical attitude. Soar until you overtake another curve that is high above you.

At this moment, the number of people who pay attention to Ye Chui's noodles has exceeded the number of people who pay attention to the world chef god vs genius chef.

Countless people were amazed by Ye Hang.

131072 noodles are hovering between Ye Tuo's hands, none of them are broken, and the noodles are so small that they are like a stream of water, flowing from Ye Tuo's hands to the other hands.

The seventeenth buckle has been completed.

Of course, this is not the end.

Ye Chu smiled faintly. Once again, the 130,000 noodles were stacked together and slowly unwound.

The eighteenth buckle!

How thin are the noodles at this time?

How fast is everyone's heartbeat at this time?

Countless people subconsciously held their breath, and their eyes didn't dare to blink again.

The fifty judges had already subconsciously stood up straight, looking at the young man on the stage as if they were watching a miracle.

The eighteenth buckle is slowly completed.

At this moment, there are 262144 noodles in total.

260,000 noodles!

A small ball of dough. It was rolled into 260,000 noodles, and it doesn't take much imagination to know how thin the noodles are and how easy they are to break.

But the noodles were not broken at all in Ye Tuo's hands. They are still tenaciously connected.

This kind of picture fell into everyone's field of vision, as if there was a boom, something exploded silently. Their hearts were thrown to the ground by the shocked five bodies.

Of course, it's not over.

Because Ye Shui gently stacked the noodles together again.

The nineteenth buckle!

At this moment, in addition to more than 10 million American viewers, there are also more than 100 million Internet people in China, who watched the live broadcast through the online video broadcast, and the live video broadcast by a domestic video website has reached 150 million viewers at the moment.

Countless people are holding their breath in front of the computer, and countless people are in a shocked and excited mood.

Some masters who make dragon beard noodles can't help but cry when they watch this video.

Chinese cuisine has never been cut off!

With the expectations of countless people, the nineteenth buckle was completed, and none of them were broken.

At this time, between Ye Hang's hands, there were a total of 524288 noodles.

A ball of dough that has been rolled into 500,000 pieces!

Who can believe all this if they don't see it with their own eyes?

The dense noodles are in Ye Hang's hands, and they are as soft as a cloud.

"Enough is enough...... Chen Jueyuan's slightly trembling and hoarse voice sounded softly, his pride had been shattered in a few minutes just now, he had completely turned into a poor old man who was barely breathing at the moment, and when he said that sentence, it was as if he was begging for mercy in the most humble voice.

But that's not enough.

In the indescribable shock of countless people, Ye Chui once again stacked the noodles together.

Twenty buckles!

500,000 noodles overlap and then slowly elongate with both hands.

What kind of picture is that?

Even Hollywood's most perfect special effects technology probably can't bring this kind of heart-wrenching shocking emotion.

Many people know at this moment that cooking can become so bloody, so magical, and so incredible.

At this moment, the hearts of about countless people are already boiling.

They want to learn how to cook.

They want to learn Chinese cooking!

It turns out that the food in China is so powerful and so good.

Maybe the food of China was once lonely and embarrassing, but at this moment, even the world's top chefs and genius chefs could not seize the glory of Ye Chui.

"He's the god of food......"

It seems that it is unanimous, and this voice suddenly rang in the hearts of countless people.

Twenty buckles are complete!

At this moment, the subtle slenderness between Ye Hang's hands. There are 1048576 roots.

One million!

From one dough to a million noodles!

How magical is that?

After completing the twenty buckles, Ye Chui finally stopped.

"Master, are you all right?" Han Yuyan asked softly with a little pale face, pale because in the few minutes just now, she felt a wordless shock like a roller coaster, but soon the pale turned into blood red, which was excitement from the heart.

"Hmm." Ye Chu smiled and nodded, his forehead was slightly sweaty, but his expression remained calm, as if he hadn't done anything shocking just now. It's just that what he said next made Chen Jueyuan, who heard these words, suddenly decide not to cook again in the future-

"Actually, my highest record is 23 buckles, but since 20 buckles, I am not absolutely sure that I can prevent the noodles from breaking."

The highest record is 23 buckles.

It's just that after the twenty buckles, I am not absolutely sure that the noodles will not break......

So, can he be absolutely sure that the noodles will not stop falling before the twenty buckles?

Even if it was Chen Jueyuan's fifteen buckles, he didn't dare to have such a guarantee, but Ye Chui could guarantee that he would completely keep dropping before the twenty buckles.

Chen Jueyuan suddenly felt that he had lived on a dog for the past 60 years......

What else will he do as a chef in the future?

At this moment, he was completely disheartened.

After this competition, nine-star chef Chen Jueyuan really never served as the head chef of a big hotel again. Completely retired.

Even occasionally when his hands itched and he wanted to practice dough stretching again, he was a little helpless to find that even if it was fifteen buttons, or even fourteen buttons, he couldn't pull them.

This is only half of the cooking competition. But everyone knows that this is the end of the game.

When they finally understood that Ye Chui had finished rolling the noodles, and the slightest trace of noodles in his hand that had reached one million roots had been completed, countless people in the audience burst into fierce applause. The judges, Chen Tian and others, the relevant personnel of the TV station. Even the waiters and chefs who originally belonged to Wangfu Noodle Restaurant.

They thought they had witnessed miracles.

And among the jubilation of countless people, only two people are the calmest, Andrew and Mrs. Gao.

"I'm so disappointed." Andrew exhaled softly, he had to admit that in the few minutes just now, his mind was actually attracted by the noodles in Ye Chui's hand, and when Ye Chui pulled out twenty buckles of millions of noodles, he even cheered for Ye Chui in his heart, this feeling made him very annoying, so his expression was very cold after he woke up.

"You lost, you lost so badly, in the future, the Emperor Eater Enterprise will never help you again, and our cooperation with you will end here!" After he said these words coldly, he prepared to leave.

At this time, his eyes glanced at Mrs. Gao lightly.

She didn't move.

Her eyes were still wide open and she was looking at the stage, and there was an extremely shocked look on her old face, which was completely frozen on her face as if it was carved in stone.

"Mrs. Gao?" Andrew frowned and raised his voice.

Jiang Yuemei, who was sitting not far away, was the second to discover Mrs. Gao's condition, she was still a little concerned about this old man, and couldn't help but walk up to Mrs. Gao and gently patted her shoulder: "Mrs. Gao, what's wrong with you?" ”

She and Andrew looked at each other in some surprise, and then Andrew trembled and stretched out his finger to probe Mrs. Go's snort.

More and more people noticed the scene here and watched it.

Andrew's hand retracted with lightning speed.

Looking at everyone's eyes, his voice had long since lost its previous calmness and coldness, but said with some panic: "She...... She's dead. (To be continued......)

PS: Many people may think it's incredible, but it's a fact, the standard of dragon whisker noodles is 10,000 14 buckles, but the highest record is that someone has pulled 20 buckles to reach 1 million, of course...... This is very difficult, but our protagonist is the god of food, right, what the poor can't ~~~