After dinner, Bu Fan planned to start refining the remaining nine star fruits. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The next day, he woke up early and helped Li Mengyao clean up the breakfast shop, and after half an hour, only a few people came to buy steamed buns.

Bu Fan frowned, feeling strange in his heart, usually this time is the peak period for the morning shift, how can there be only so few people to buy steamed buns.

Turning his head to see Li Mengyao's expression, he didn't seem to be surprised at all, which made Bu Fan feel surprised.

"Sister Yao's breakfast shop business has always been as good as it is today?" Bu Fan asked Li Mengyao, Sister Yao has always treated him well, her business is his business, he can't do it and ignore it.

Li Mengyao rolled up her sleeves and put the freshly made basket of raw buns into the steamer, then pulled a wooden chair next to her and sat down.

Staring at Bu Fan for a while, Li Mengyao suddenly felt a strange feeling rise in her heart, this feeling was like Bu Fan was her own man, Bu Fan had never talked about his breakfast shop before, what happened today?

No, it seems that Bu Fan has become a little different since the National Day, Li Mengyao thought in her heart, but she enjoyed Bu Fan's change a little, and she had been struggling to support herself for so long.

Seriously, if it weren't for the fear that Shishi would have no one to take care of, she might have collapsed long ago.

But since the National Day, Bu Fan seems to have changed as a person, although his face is still the same as that young man, he has more maturity and responsibility, and a peculiar charm emanates from the inside out, making her look at this teenager a few years younger than herself from time to time.

"This situation has been going on for a while, and a food street has been built in the front block, and many people have gone there, after all, my breakfast shop only sells buns for breakfast, and the food street has a lot of food options and decoration, so the flow of people has been attracted. Li Mengyao talked about the reason for the poor business during this time.

In fact, if she hadn't been born very beautiful, and was called 'Baozi Shih Tzu' by her neighbors in the neighborhood, her business might have been even worse.

Now the business can only barely make ends meet.

"Is there a reason for the lack of variety?" Bu Fan touched his chin, lowered his head and pondered, and after a moment he raised his head, his eyes flashed, and he looked at Li Mengyao.

"Sister Yao, in fact, I can also make breakfast, I can make noodles, why don't you let me come and see you?"

"Xiaofan, will you do it too?" Li Mengyao's eyes showed a look of deceit.

Bu Fan blinked and laughed.

"Why, Sister Yao, don't you believe it? Why don't I make a bowl for you now. ”

"Okay, then I'll see, there are no guests anyway. Li Mengyao chuckled lightly and motioned for Bu Fan to show it.

Looking around, Bu Fan looked as he walked, and then looked at Li Mengyao.

"Sister Yao, can I get a table and put it outside, if I make noodles next, I may have to perform a set of unique skills, it would be a pity to display it inside. ”

"What is it, it can't be martial arts!" Li Mengyao remembered the kung fu that Bu Fan had shown a few times, and at first glance, he was a practitioner.

Bu Fan didn't know how to answer, so he could only follow Li Mengyao's tone.

"Well, yes, it's considered martial arts, so it can also attract customers, what do you think, Sister Yao?"

"It's good, it depends on how well you taste. Li Mengyao thought for a while, smiled and agreed to Bu Fan's proposal.

"Don't worry, Sister Yao, without that diamond, I wouldn't have done this porcelain work. Bu Fan had a look of pride on his face.

Of course, he had this self-confidence, he had worked as a chef in his long life in his previous life, and finally was named the god of food.

beckoned the hearts to come down and take a free wooden table out, and Bu Fan began to knead the flour.

Fastening his apron, Bu Fan's eyes were burning, looking at the street at this time, there were a lot of pedestrians, but they were all in a hurry, few stopped to look at this side, and most of the people ran to the food street in front.

But Bu Fan was not worried, and a strange smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

The normal way of making noodles requires a dough sheeter, but he doesn't need it.

After Bu Fan washed his hands, he took out a basin, poured some flour into it, added a small amount of water, and kneaded it.

Soon, the flour became flocculent under his gentle kneading.

Immediately afterwards, Bu Fan added some water to the flour and kneaded it. This time he was a little faster, and his technique looked dizzying and dizzying.

Li Mengyao also felt very gorgeous when she watched it from the sidelines.

Because Bu Fan's set of techniques is kneading dough, it is like a performance.

The ball of flour spun under Bu Fan's dance, and as the speed of the rotation became faster and faster, it actually formed a strange tornado shape.

Bu Fan quickly picked up the basin with flour, pressed the bottom of the basin with one hand and spun it again.

As this spins faster and faster. The shape of the tornado made of flour in the basin also grew larger and larger, and soon it was more than half a meter high.

This bizarre performance soon attracted nearby residents and passers-by.

Bu Fan smiled, this is what he wanted.

After seeing that one after another people were looking at him, he slapped his palm on the bottom of the pelvis, and the flour in it swirled like a tornado flew up.

As he fell, Bu Fan punched through the bottom of the tornado flour and danced.

As the tornado flour expands more and more, the flour becomes looser, and the opening at the bottom naturally gets bigger.

Bu Fan quickly stretched out his head and poked in from the bottom, and then stretched in with his body.

When the dough reached half of his body, Bu Fan crossed the air with one foot and rotated his body.

The whole flour also danced, and suddenly Bufan shouted a word.

"Knives!"

When Red Heart heard it below, he picked up a fruit knife and threw it from the top of Bu Fan's head.

He opened his mouth steadily, bit down on the handle of the fruit knife, and quickly stirred it along the mouth around the already loose flour.

Soon, in the stunned expressions of the crowd, the silky noodles floated in the air one by one, and the thin noodles like cicada wings seemed to glow in the morning light, and fell beautifully in the basin on the wooden table.

The surrounding crowd immediately applauded, applause was loud, this sword skill is really amazing!

Some people even took out their cameras to shoot, which is amazing.

Now these people are very curious to know how delicious the noodles made by this kind of knife skill should taste, and now everyone has a look of impatience on their faces.

After these noodles were ready, Bu Fan took out some green vegetables that had been washed by Li Mengyao a long time ago, picked up the kitchen knife in his hand and quickly waved it.

In the dazzle of the crowd, these greens were finally cut into pieces of gem-like turquoise by Bufan.

After getting some of the main ingredients ready, Bu Fan was going to get out of the pot.

In fact, the focus of making noodles is not what to do, but the soup, as long as the soup is cooked well, the noodles will be naturally good.

Bu Fan intends to make Yangchun noodles, also known as smooth noodles or clear soup noodles.

Clear soup noodles refer to a type of noodles that do not add any ingredients to the dish but only soup, and there is generally no limit to the noodles that can be boiled, as thin as dragon's beard noodles or as thick as wide noodles.

Therefore, what he is doing now can also be called 'dragon beard noodles'.