"The King of Peeling and Peeling?"

The corners of Sang Shi's mouth twitched, and his face was full of question marks.

"Not bad." Xiao Can turned slightly, squinted his eyes and looked up at the starry sky, exuding a cold and arrogant temperament that was unbearable from a high place, and remembered: "This is my nickname before I joined the Holy Sect. The two of us tried for three days and three nights, and in the end I lost in one move, alas! Since then, I have learned what it means to have someone outside of the world, and I joined the Holy Cult to practice my cooking skills, hoping that one day I will be able to make a perfect shaved noodle and challenge him again. ”

Sang Shi slowly withdrew his right hand and secretly laughed at his suspicion.

The vast Western Regions is a vast sea of people, so Xiao Can is the young master of the Eight Tiger Village, how could he be encountered by himself?

"No one wants to listen to your dogskin, go help with Dogul unloading!"

"Okay, let's go."

Sang Shi frowned and ordered, Xiao Can no longer dared to pretend to be a master, and ran to unload the daily necessities purchased from Dima City with the wolf rider. It's just that no one noticed that his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

Yun Mianmian breathed a long sigh of relief and couldn't help but wipe his forehead. She couldn't have imagined that seeing that she had fallen into a mortal situation, Xiao Can relied on his extraordinary wisdom and superb acting skills to escape death under Sang Shi's nose again and again, why was he so smart?

Maybe she didn't even notice it, Xiao Can's back was always reflected in her pupils, and she couldn't bear to blink it, and there was tenderness in the depths of her eyes.

"Wait a minute."

Sang Shi walked out not far away, suddenly stopped his steps, turned his head to Xiao Can and asked, "You just said that you can make noodles?" ”

Xiao Can shuddered all over, secretly scolded the little milk dog, and said with a blank face: "Yes, what does the big witch command?" ”

Sang Shi said: "It's nothing, after eating dry food and steamed buns for too long, it is rare to have a water source next to it, and Dogul bought flour again to make some noodles to satisfy the hunger of the warriors." ”

Jin, your mother, really treat Lao Tzu as a servant.

Xiao Can greeted the eighteenth generation of the little milk dog's ancestors several times, but the person had to bow his head under the eaves, so he had to carry it to the oasis with a few wolf riders to fetch water, and also took advantage of everyone's inattention to sprinkle a soak of urine in the bucket.

"Crackle, crackle!"

The bonfire was blazing, and the water in the iron bucket was gradually boiling. All the wolf riders sat in a circle, no longer the ruthlessness and ferocity of the enemy, and one by one they looked forward to it, and their rolling Adam's apple revealed their desire for food.

Next to the bonfire, Xiao Can barely made a desk out of a piece of wood, and the spring water mixed with urine was slowly poured into the iron basin, which became one with the flour.

The preparations were ready, Xiao Can took a deep breath, just looking at his calmness and composure in the face of food, he had his own master.

He deliberately acted coquettishly, slowly put his hands into the basin, and his eyes shot out two fine lights, not moving himself, moving like a dragon.

Press!

Flour and water, pressed with even pressure, gradually take on a shape. Not only that, but every movement of his was dashing and powerful, as if falling into a special rhythm, and everyone's necks fell with his arms.

Knead!

The dough is formed, the four sides are forced, each palm is kneaded, the white dough is dented into a nest, and the elastic transformation makes a group of men look at it, as if they think of the soft body of the mother-in-law in the distance.

Twist!

When the flour turned into a soft ball, Xiao Canfeng rubbed his hands like a wind, and the finely broken pieces of dough fell, and when he held up a huge round ball of noodles, his hands were clean, as if he had never done anything.

It didn't take long for Xiao Can to place the ball above his head and dance the scimitar borrowed from Yun Mianmian into a phantom. The Dark Wolf rode only to see the ball disappearing from its head at a speed visible to the naked eye, and pieces of white foliage fell into the pot like the wind.

"Flattened."

Xiao Can roared, nearly half of the thin dough slice was put into the pot, and suddenly rubbed slightly, and the remaining half of the dough ball fell into his hand like a tame sheep, and then the knife was oblique, and he began to cut the dough at an angle like laundry.

"Oblique cut."

The dark wolves were dumbfounded, as if they had never thought that cooking could be so elegant. When the dough was half left, he threw the dough into the air with his left hand, and raised the scimitar in his right hand to start making circles.

"Rotary type!"

Xiao Can roared again, the scimitar was like a tornado, cutting the last section of dough into dough leaves, and the thin dough sheet as thin as a cicada's wings turned into a burst of rain, which never broke from beginning to end, turning around Xiao Can's body into a circle and a circle, which looked pleasing to the eye and was breathtaking.

Such sword skills are simply unseen and unheard of.

All the Dark Wolf Riders were dumbfounded, they had never thought that cooking could be so elegant, so agile, even Yun Mianmian was dumbfounded, they couldn't believe the person in front of them and the obscene and lewd in their minds. The swinger guy is the same person.

He...... So handsome!

She had never seen Xiao Can cook, she only felt that his movements were chic and neat, his eyes were focused and sharp, and his body exuded an indescribable charming temperament, which made her instantly turn into a little fan girl, and her eyes were full of little stars.

The cooking show continues.

After the noodles were put into the pot, Xiao Can was not idle for a moment, and put the dried meat and salt in the soldiers' bags into the pot, fully turning waste into treasure. In the case of extreme scarcity of ingredients, the delicious soup stock is boiled to the greatest extent so that the noodles will not taste too bland.

I don't know how long it took, when the noodles in the pot were bone-like, and bursts of tantalizing aroma drifted into everyone's nose with the rising white mist, the steaming noodles were finally finished.

Xiao Can stirred twice more in the pot, and announced aloud an exciting good news: "Peeing and shaving noodles are done, please use it slowly." ”

Sang Shi couldn't wait to take out the dishes and chopsticks, was stunned when he heard the words, and asked, "Why is it called 'peeing and shaving noodles'?" ”

Because there's a bubble of genuine boy urine in it, to make it fresh for you bastards.

Xiao Can snorted and calmly explained: "Because in our hometown, shaved noodles are supplemented by soup meatballs, and the soup is sprayed with chopsticks, just like a boy peeing." It's a pity that the materials are limited at the moment, so I can only make do with it. ”

"Oh~~" Sang Shi suddenly realized, and watched Xiao Can scoop a spoonful of shaved noodles into the bowl, and couldn't wait to take a bite. The chewy taste, combined with the salty and fresh soup, made him close his eyes and sigh, and his facial features slowly stretched, as if he was refreshed to the end of his life.

Crossing the desert from the far west, staying in this place where birds don't for months, except for water every day, is dry food, which made him forget the taste of food several times. Although the noodle soup is not complete, it is like a heavenly delicacy compared to the dry cakes that look like stones, and when you drink a mouthful of fragrant soup, you don't know where you are.

The fly in the ointment is that there is a hint of anger in the fresh fragrance, and I don't know if the dried meat in the soup has been left for a long time, otherwise it must be delicious.

"Good!"

Sang Shi praised and not only ate the noodles cleanly, but also drank a big mouthful of soup. The intoxicated look with his eyes closed made Xiao Can feel a chill.

At this moment, not only did he no longer have any doubts about Xiao Can's identity, but he felt that it was necessary to bring a cook when marching in the future, at least so that his stomach would not be wronged. Andy in front of him is very good, although he is a Han man, but he has good craftsmanship and is loyal enough, it is a pity that this kind of talent stays under the small shrimp tent of Zhu Xichen, and he will discuss with Zangma Dawu another day to dig him up.

He ate another bowl, sighed very comfortably, patted Xiao Can on the shoulder like encouragement, and said, "You are worthy of being the king of shaved noodles, it is really good, and I am very optimistic about you." ”

"Thank you, Great Witch."

Xiao Can bowed his head in the wrong way, and secretly sneered in his heart: Lao Tzu's boy urine tastes good, right?

Sang Shigui is a great witch, and he should be the first to enjoy the food. When he was full of soup and food, the soldiers who had been impatient for a long time rushed to Xiao Can, handing the bowl to him like a refugee, and their eyes flashed with a pitiful luster, like a group of wagging tails and begging dogs.

"What kind of gun to grab, no one has to eat if you spill it, roll to the back and line up obediently!"

Xiao Can has long been holding back the fire in his belly, and it is rare to have a chance to vent, so naturally he will not give these bastards a good look. He frowned and reprimanded, and instead of being angry, the already drooling warriors were like good students facing the teacher, and they really consciously slapped the team, but the desire flashing on their faces continued unabated.

"Hey, it's delicious!"

"It's so enjoyable, I want to have another bowl."

"It's worthy of being the king of shaving noodles, I'm convinced!"

"Andy, can you get me two more?"

A few wide and long shaved noodles under the belly, the Dark Wolf Rider was completely convinced. Compared with the steaming, delicious, and fragrant peeing noodles in front of me, the food I ate a few days ago was like, and I really don't know how I survived these days.

In addition to the comfort, everyone no longer skimped with beautiful words, and expressed their gratitude to the figure by the bonfire. The dignified dark wolf rode without frowning when the blade entered the flesh, but at this time, they lowered their eyebrows one by one, and tried their best to flatter, just to let this gourmet messenger get an extra bowl of noodle soup for himself.

A bowl of noodles to conquer a group of people.

Against the backdrop of a bunch of strong men waiting to be fed, Xiao Can looked at the starry sky with his hands behind his back, just chic.

Yun Mianmian bit her lower lip lightly, and looked at Xiao Can's eyes with tenderness.

This guy, who is calm in the enemy camp, uses his wisdom to save the day, and can also rely on his skills to conquer everyone's taste buds, just like the brightest star in the night sky, no matter where it is, it is so dazzling.

Yun Mianmian, you really have a vision.

I don't know what she thought, two red clouds flew on her face, but she suddenly remembered that this guy had traveled a long way to come here, and she must have been exhausted, and said distressedly: "Andy, you can also eat a bowl." ”

Xiao Can's back trembled slightly, and he turned around and smiled dryly: "Hehe, no need, I'll just eat a piece of steamed bun." ”

Just kidding, Lao Tzu added a fierce ingredient to the soup, and the liver fire and old yellow urine learned about it.

Sang Shi had already been conquered by the delicacy, and said, "Yes, Andy is the hardest, give him a bowl." ”

The Dark Wolf riders were impressed with him, and filled a large bowl with enthusiasm, and at the end they scooped a spoonful of old soup, and without saying a word, they stuffed it into his hand, and persuaded him to eat noodles in a nonsense language.

Xiao Can swallowed his saliva, still prevaricating: "No need, really no need, I'm satisfied when I see everyone full......"

"Don't give face, isn't it!"

Food was scarce in the Far West, and refusing food from a friend was tantamount to trampling on human dignity, and Dogul felt insulted, his eyes widened like brass bells, and the faces of the people around him changed one after another, and there was no longer the same enthusiasm as before.

"Well, I'll just eat it."

Seeing a group of fierce wolf cavalry blowing their beards and glaring, Xiao Can forced a smile and sucked a noodle into his mouth with difficulty.

"That's a good brother!"

A group of dark wolf riders turned their anger into joy, expressing their appreciation with the customs unique to the Western Regions, and their fists the size of vinegar bowls hammered back and forth in his chest, and he almost vomited blood.

"Hehe, good brother, good brother, vomit-"

Xiao Can's smile was more ugly than crying, and he ate the whole bowl of noodles under the surveillance of a group of people, and his mouth was full of bitterness.

Peeing and shaving noodles, this taste is sour and refreshing.