Yan Tianxing's movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, and the dough changed a lot in his hands. In a short time, the noodles were already slipped away.
He put the slipped noodles, sprinkled them with oil, and asked Mo Shangyun, "Which thickness do you want to eat?"
"It's all right."
Mo Shangyun is really not picky about this.
So Yan Tianxing turned around and started to pull noodles. This thing is a very technical job, but in Yan Tianxing's place, apart from a strong sense of disobedience, there is nothing wrong with it. He held both ends of the noodles in his hands, stretched his arms evenly, folded them in half and placed them between the fingers of one hand, hooked the downward end of the other hand, and turned the palm of his hand up to make the noodles form a noose. Stretch to the sides...and repeat.
Each fold is called "one button", and he chose thin noodles, which requires nine buttons.
For him, it doesn't seem to be difficult.
Mo Shangjun simply kicked the small bench over, then sat on it, resting his chin on one hand, looking up at Yan Tianxing's noodles, the thin noodles were forming little by little in his hands.
It doesn't even have a taste.
Soon, Yan Tianxing pulled the noodles, nine buttons, no more or no less, and the thin noodles were in his hands, soft and beautiful.
It's hard to imagine that such a pair of hands with knives and guns can actually do this kind of work.
After pulling the noodles, Yan Tianxing was about to boil hot water and put it in the pot, but Mo Shangjun said happily, "one more time."
Glancing at her, Yan Tianxing frowned, "You can't finish it."
"You don't eat?" Mo Shangyun asked with raised eyebrows.
"… "
It's fake to care about whether he eats or not, and it's real to want to see him perform acrobatics.
I didn't want to pay attention to her, but her eagerness to try it didn't seem like she could easily get rid of it. Yan Tianxing had a headache, so he picked up the noodles and continued to pull a bowl.
Thanks to the small amount he made, there would be no noodles left after two pulls.
The most rare operation is over, the next thing is Yan Tianxing's specialty, and Mo Shangyun is not too rare to look at it again.
When Yan Tianxing cooked the noodles, Mo Shangyun successfully consumed a small piece of sour radish.
Yan Tianxing: "..."
Is his ramen not as attractive as this kimchi
I don't know what to think, Yan Tianxing's face suddenly turned dark, he picked up the prepared ramen and walked towards Mo Shangyun, put the noodles on the small table in front of her, and moved the kimchi plate slightly, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
"Thank you."
Mo Shangyun was not polite, just picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Not to mention, although it was his first time doing it, it still tasted good.
Compared with the authentic ones, it is definitely not that taste, but compared with the real novice, it is one or two grades higher.
The hot noodles were sent to his mouth. In this hot summer, he was sweating all over in an instant. Mo Shangyun just wanted to wipe it off, but Yan Tianxing threw a package of tissues and came over. Mo Shangjun reached out and fished it out, and said again. Thanks.
Yan Tianxing returned to the stove and cooked a bowl of noodles for himself.
However, when the noodles were about to be served out of the pot, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw two figures flashing outside. It was obvious that one foot was about to step in, but as soon as they saw him, they turned around and left.
When Yan Tianxing was in a bad mood, his voice suddenly cooled down, "Why don't you come in and sit?"
"Instructor Yan!"
"Instructor Yan!"
Subei and Ding Jing stopped one after another, turned around and stuck at the door, and then greeted Yan Tianxing solemnly.
But at the same time, don't forget to communicate with the corner of your eyes.
- Doesn't it mean that all the cooks are absent
—Yan Tianxing and Mo Shangjun are not cooks either, the ghost knows they are having a tryst here? !
Ding Jing of Northern Jiangsu rolled his eyes.
Ding Jing snorted coldly.
The friendship between the two of them, which was rarely cultivated, vanished and disappeared without a trace.
"What are you doing?" Yan Tianxing asked.
"Foraging."
Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids and answered for the two of them.
These two things, after all, are not very promising, and you know what to do at a glance.
Yan Tianxing glanced coolly at Mo Shangyun.
Being stared at by him was quite uncomfortable, Mo Shangyun tilted his head and said thoughtfully, "Report?"
Yan Tianxing: "..."
The atmosphere between the two, as always...complicated.
There was still the scorching sun above his head, Ding Jing had no intention of staying in place, opened his mouth and said, "Then what, if it's all right, let's go first."
As a result, before he had time to turn around, he heard a slightly smiling voice behind him, "It's all here, why are you leaving in a hurry?"
Step by step.
"… "
Ding Jing glanced at Subei beside him.
Subei looked at her, frowning slightly.
This... she really doesn't know!
Ding Jing raised her eyebrows, then lifted her legs and walked into the operating room.
Compared with North Jiangsu, she believes in Mo Shangyun more.
"Is there anything to eat?" Avoiding Yan Tianxing in a circle, Ding Jing walked directly to Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangjun glanced in Yan Tianxing's direction.
Ding Jing didn't have any hope, found a stool and sat in front of Mo Shangyun, then took a pair of chopsticks to eat the plate of kimchi.
At this time, Bu Yirong and Subei didn't know what to say, so they just walked in. Bu Yirong said a few words with Yan Tianxing, and then borrowed the pot of soup that Mo Shangyun boiled. Judging from the posture, he should want to cook some for Subei. noodles or something.
Yan Tianxing didn't care either.
He has so blatantly opened a small stove for Mo Shangyun, and he has no control over who to open a small stove for him.
"Fuck."
Ding Jing bit his cheek and murmured, and then bit down on the crunchy radish.
Grandma is a bear, what does she look like with such a light bulb here? !
Mo Shangjun gave her a pitying look, "Didn't you eat in the cafeteria?"
"No."
Ding Jing replied angrily.
She and Subei met 907 people on the road. They happened to be Zhong Lingyue, Du Wuwei, and Ji Shen. After the exercise a few days ago, the Liangzi on both sides must have settled down, and neither of them are good friends. , since they met, it was impossible to sit down and chat and drink tea calmly, and of course they got up.
No, I wasted a bit of time and directly missed lunch.
The worst thing is that even if there are guests, 907's meal time is fixed. Once the time is exceeded, there will be no food.
Zhong Lingyue, Du Wuwei and others resigned and left, but Subei and Ding Jing were never people who "resigned". They used to be able to come and go in the cooking class in GS9 to steal food, but now they are in other people's homes. The site is even more unscrupulous. Now that they have circled around outside, after making sure that all the cooks are not in the operation room, the two of them came so blatantly.
Unexpectedly, they met Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing.
Oh no, there is another step Yirong to follow.
GS9's first-in-command and second-in-command are here, so she might not be able to eat well.
There's still a little pickle to fill her poor stomach.
Mo Shangjun smiled, looked up at Bu Yirong and asked, "Instructor Bu, is it for three people?"
"Not enough points."
Taking out the noodles left over from the cooking class, Bu Yirong replied with a smile.
"It's so eccentric, isn't it?"
Bu Yirong glanced at Yan Tianxing with a smile, and then asked, "Really?"
Subei came over, reached out and grabbed a dried radish into his mouth, saying, "Don't worry, he ate it."
The implication is that the two people's share is made for her and Ding Jing, and they will not eat it.
Mo Shangyun shrugged.
Thinking that the dried radish tastes good, Subei asked, "Is there any more?"
"there."
Mo Shangjun pointed to the location where the kimchi jar was placed.
Picking up the kimchi plate that was almost eaten, Subei grabbed the chopsticks in Ding Jing's hand and walked directly to the kimchi jar.
Mo Shangyun brought the ramen to his mouth with satisfaction.
"Why do your noodles look different?" Ding Jing looked at the noodles on both sides.
"Instructor Yan pulled it," Mo Shangjun said with a smile, and raised his eyebrows at Yan Tianxing who came, "Is that so?"
Yan Tianxing put the tableware and chopsticks on the table, and then sat down beside her.
However, she ignored her.
Mo Shangyun just smiled.
Like who doesn't know he's upset
"That's fine," Ding Jing said sincerely, "Instructor Yan is a good craftsman."
"… "
Yan Tianxing ignored her.
Ding Jing shrugged, and now he is used to things that are difficult to communicate with Yan Tianxing.
During the time Bu Yirong gave them the noodles, Subei brought two plates of kimchi, and Subei and Ding Jing ate the kimchi for a tooth sacrifice. -Sometimes, accomplices are necessary
However, although Yan Tianxing was very upset, the kimchi was all in the bowl, and he didn't refuse, he ate it all.
Ding Jing and Subei winked.
tsk tsk...
This scene is really weird.
With ready-made noodles, Bu Yirong quickly prepared two bowls and served them to Subei and Ding Jing.
Standing beside Subei, he straightened her training hat that was crooked by the heat, and said, "Go to me after eating."
－－－－－－off topic－－－－－
It's been a long time since I wrote about my daily life, it's a little addicting to write, (ノへ￣、)
I'm afraid it will take a while for the new training.
One more chapter.
426. New training [06] A big play [two more]