Fang Yu thought that Wang Jinrong had come to the kitchen, and subconsciously looked back and saw that there was no one.

"I'm actually hallucinating, and today's dizziness won't leave sequelae." Fang Yu muttered to himself.

"That's not how I said it."

The voice rang out again.

"Who! Who's talking? ”

Fang Yu was so frightened that he retreated to the corner and looked around.

He was the only one in the kitchen.

"Hey, you shouldn't be too ambitious, and you should look at your feet more when you look into the distance." The voice was still babbling.

Fang Yu hurriedly looked down at his feet, and a gecko hid in the crack of the wall under his frightened gaze and looked at him.

"I'm going, didn't I say that I won't be allowed to become a fine after the founding of the country? It's going to be like that. Fang Yu jumped away from the corner while still thinking nonsense.

"Oh, boy, your IQ is a bit in arrears. I said that looking at the foot is just a rhetoric, and bowing the head is the key. Come on, shake your hands and ......, by the way, shake hands when you meet for the first time. ”

Fang Yu subconsciously shook his hand, and suddenly found that he was holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand.

"Chopsticks...... Where do you get chopsticks? ”

Pour the flour, pour the water, mix the dough, and ...... Fang Yu tried hard to recall, no, I didn't take chopsticks, where did the chopsticks come from???!!!

"Chopsticks are fine!" Fang Yu's hairs stood up, and he shook his hand and threw out the chopsticks. The chopsticks flew to the other end of the stove with a "whoosh" and disappeared like a phantom.

Fang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the chopsticks in his right hand to his left hand, and wiped a handful of cold sweat. "Hey, this illusion is too real."

"Chopsticks!" Fang Yu's hairs that had just fallen down stood up in shock, and the chopsticks he had just thrown out were still in his hands.

"It's not good, you dumped people when we met for the first time, it really hurts feelings." The voice came out again, "I'll go, you're still dumping... You're throwing again.... Do you dare to dump ......... again Aren't you tired? ”

Fang Yu kept shaking his hands as if he was shaking something dirty.

But no matter how he shakes it, the chopsticks will always reappear in his hand. The left hand is thrown back to the right hand, the right hand is thrown back to the left hand, the two hands are thrown together, and the hand is just thrown out and withdrawn and is in the hand.

Thanks to the blessing of the nerves, the helpless Fang Yu slowly calmed down, "Chopsticks Daxian, please spare me, I will make incense offerings to you when I turn around." ”

The voice replied disdainfully: "First, I'm not a chopsticks master, please don't call me Daxian, this title is too vulgar." Second, the relationship between me and you is like siblings, we are inseparable, you have to call me chopsticks brother. ”

"I'm still an old boy." Fang Yu couldn't help but vomit, "That chopstick... Brother, what are you looking for me? ”

"The first is not that I have something to do with you, it's that you have something to ask me. Second, although we are one, I also have a name now, and I have decided that my name is Mitsuki. ”

"Feed the pigs? Your name has a personality. Fang Yu found that this chopstick spirit didn't seem to have any malicious intent, and his courage also increased.

"It's a miso chopstick... You also inherited the Taoist thoughts of the taste saint, and you have no cultural background at all. ”

"Dao Nian? That one... What is it? ”

The strange pair of chopsticks jumped on the food preparation table, and a pair of eyes suddenly popped out of the chopsticks, making Fang Yu tremble, "When I entered your body today, I already passed the Dao Nian to you." However, you can't accept the complete Dao Nian now, I'm just letting you have a rough experience of the taste of the saint. ”

"That dream? It's you who stabbed me today! Only then did Fang Yu realize why he felt that the chopsticks were quite familiar, "I'll go, you almost didn't kill me today." ”

"An-la, when you saw me, I was just a formless thought. The avenue melts as you like, chopsticks or something, it's just a mental image after you see the 'way of taste'. ”

"Are you saying being stabbed with chopsticks is just my hallucination? But why did it make me faint? ”

Wei Zhen snorted, "A saint can reincarnate in the world with a single thought, how can a physical mortal be able to bear it, not to mention that you are still in contact with the Dao thoughts that contain the Supreme Dao." You only accepted one-ten-thousandth of the Dao Thought today, and the rest of the part combined with your spiritual incarnation gave birth to me, otherwise you wouldn't even have time to feel the pain, and you would be turned into nothing by the Dao Thought. ”

As he was talking, Wang Jinrong, who was sitting in the outer hall, sneezed loudly, and Fang Yu realized that he was not talking to Wei Zhen in a voice.

"Of course, what you hear is your own heart." Miji's voice sounded again, "I was originally a part of your soul and changed, but I was formed by the Great Dao, and I was a little higher than you. But you don't have to feel inferior, just think I'm your conjoined twin. ”

Fang Yu touched his chin, no wonder he felt that the way this thing spoke was so familiar, it turned out that I usually gave people the feeling of being so cheap?

"Hey, brother, be careful when you speak, your superficial thinking is all in front of me, please don't let me know if you say bad things."

Fang Yu sweated a drop of sweat in his heart......

"Okay, don't waste time, I'll explain to you if there is any problem, there are still people waiting outside, let's make noodles quickly." Miso urged impatiently.

"Aren't I just about to do it, I was interrupted by you just now" Fang Yu rolled up his sleeves and continued to face.

"Let go of that dough!" Mitsuki shouted, "Didn't I tell you just now that this is not okay?" ”

"What's the matter, don't you need to make noodles?"

"It's not that you don't have to make a face, it's that your method is wrong. There are two keys to this noodle you make, one is the ingredients, and the other is the noodle itself. Your method of mixing noodles is definitely not good. Miso explained.

"So how?" Fang Yu asked suspiciously.

"The flour you bought was made into dumplings, and it was okay to make noodles. However, the protein content of wheat varieties in the south is lower than that in the north, and the weather is relatively hot now, and the water temperature is too high, so it is difficult for the dough to meet the requirements if it is directly mixed with the dough. ”

"The water temperature ......" Fang Yu thought for a while, "I can use the refrigerator to ice the water, what do you think?" ”

"Not good." Miku sneered, "Although your expression is a little silly, I don't get your idea." Not to mention that we don't have a refrigerator now, even if we do, how long do you want to wait for the person outside, do you want to make a cold drink and send it over. ”

Fang Yu laughed embarrassedly.

Miso continued, "But I still have to praise you, but luckily you bought a few eggs and came back." Come, do as I say. ”

Fang Yu opened all the eggs he bought according to the words of the chopstick, hurriedly separated the egg yolk from the egg white, then added a little salt to the egg white, and stirred it.

Wei Zhen continued to instruct Fang Yu: "The lack of protein in the noodles can be compensated for by egg whites, and the noodles with egg whites will have a smoother texture. Originally, egg yolk was more nutritious when added, but our noodles already have a lot of flavor levels, and you can't grasp it at all now. ”

Fang Yu poured the flour on the cutting board, opened a "nest" in the middle, poured in some egg whites first, and according to the guidance of the flavor chopstick, opened the five fingers, and gradually rotated from the inside to the outside.

While making noodles, Fang Yu felt that a certain feeling in his body was germinating little by little, and he no longer seemed to be afraid of cooking, and the movements of noodles became more and more proficient, as if he had done it a thousand times.

The flour and egg whites slowly mixed into a snowflake shape, and Fang Yu was asked to add a little more egg whites and continue to mix the dough until it was kneaded into a smooth dough.

"Hehe," Miki chuckled twice, "now is the time to witness the miracle." Xiao Songzi, rub the dough thirty times like washing clothes, and then beat it on the cutting board thirty times. ”

"Why, we switched to flying cakes?" Fang Yu said he didn't understand.

"Hehe, the secret is all in the details, and this can make the dough gluten in the shortest time. But remember not to play with it, if the dough is too chewy, it will not be suitable for this dish, just just right. ”

After listening to the guidance of the taste chopstick, Fang Yu couldn't wait to start ravaging the great business of dough.

"Okay, put the dough aside and let it go for a while, and we'll make the toppings. Do as I say, time is running out now, and there is no chance to do it again after making a wrong move. ”

Under the command of Wei Zhen, Fang Yu began to get busy nervously.

"Add three more to this, count fifteen peppercorns... The oil should be fast, the countdown is three, two, one, and the pot is too slow, two more seconds... Roll out evenly and then cut the dough, busy and busy, can't mess up... This one hurriedly crossed the water with the noodles... Listen, you can't shake your hands, a spoonful of soy sauce, half a spoonful of sesame sauce, stupid, crushed peanuts added more... Plate the noodles and pour them with crispy sauce..."

"I'm tired, finally well. It tastes so good. Mikushi, this side must be fine. ”

"Hmph, my guidance alone can exceed a hundred points."

"The degree of completion is off the table, no wonder I think this side will shine."

"That's reflective, stupid. The remaining 900 points are deducted because your basic skills are too poor. ”

"I'll go, I won't pass, I'm going to die now." Fang Yu wailed in his heart.

Wei Zhen said dissatisfiedly: "What a howl, I scored according to the standard of Wei Sheng, even if I failed, I threw the average chef out of the Yangtze River." ”

"Don't worry, I'm optimistic about you." Wei Zhen leaned on the pot table and waved his hand, asking Fang Yu to hurry up and serve the food.