Gourmet of Another World

Boom!

Boom!

The pacing is light, the spiritual power fluctuates, wrapped around the dough, sensing the change of energy in the dough.

His wrist spinning constantly, every spin, will cause the dough to swell up, make a noise, after the muffled sound, it falls hard on the stove and explodes.

As if it was going to explode, everyone looked at it amazingly.

This way of rubbing noodles is really the first time I've seen it, this kind of violent rubbing noodles... it's so shocking.

Ouyang didn't really care at first, but soon his eyeballs were wide open because he felt the terrible spirituality that was spreading over the dough.

You know, this dough hasn't been soaked with any psychotropic liquid, and it hasn't been infused with any psychotropic liquid.

But what about this pound of spiritual fluctuations? Is it true that a few drops could have caused a spiritual boost in that dough?

Others are less perceptive than Ouyang's sinking wind, so they don't know the aura in the dough, but the way they look at the gait is amazing.

“Is this guy really cooking? It's like being angry. ”

“Is this called a noodle rub? Then I will too! ”

“I dare to choose Master Ouyang's prick for this noodle rubbing without any skill! This kid is insane! ”

……

The chefs outside the kitchen were chattering at each other, watching the movement of the gait, and the disdain on their faces was so intense.

Obviously, they have no idea how to rub the noodles in the footsteps.

But there are people who understand, and naturally there are people who are sober.

In addition to a group of third-class chefs, there is also a second-class chef, who looks at the second chef positively at this moment, although he seems to have some skills for not wearing a walking noodle.

But he could see the shock in Chef Ouyang's face.

Is that violent facial rubbing technique... really useful?

Boom!

Once again, the dough was thrown over the stove, and at this moment the dough became spiritual and thin, as if it were a huge jade of brilliant glow.

“This rub... is really good! ”

Master Ouyang's eyes sparkled, looking at the jade dough, couldn't help but admire it.

He was truly sincerely amazed that the dough seemed natural and unimaginable. It was actually rubbed with that kind of violent noodle.

The foot stretches out the long finger, the finger gently on the dough, the dough is depressed, slowly bouncing, that kind of gentle soft hand, giving the formula quite satisfaction.

Flour is good flour, fresh water is also good fresh water, so rubbing out flour is the best pasta.

The gait turns to the others.

Find that everyone else is looking at him stubbornly at this moment, especially with a few incredible and incredible points in their eyes.

“Really rubbed it?! ”

Looking at the dough as if it were a warm jade, everyone sucked in the cool air and was shocked.

That method can rub dough like this too?!

Master Ouyang held his hand, clasped his head, looked at the warm dough, and his mouth curled.

His hand, gently brushing over the front of the dough, that soft touch, that sprayed, no-inclusive flour scent...

“It's incredible. ”

A long time later, Master Ouyang sighed, and the whole person seemed to be getting a little old.

“Well... do you want me to make a face? ”

Looking at Master Ouyang, who was sighing at the dough constantly, he turned around and looked at him.

“Such a natural dough is so intolerable, my little friend really taught me a lesson today.” Ouyang sunken wind said.

He thought the pedestrian formula was just talking and playing, but when the pedestrian formula really showed how to rub the face with violence.

He was truly stunned, and the joke mentality that existed disappeared.

“Yeah, you do it. ”

When you hear the gait to the left, Ouyang sinking wind is first stunned, but the next moment, the eyes are bright.

The pedestrian formula obtained the consent of Ouyang Feng, his eyebrows suddenly picked.

This time the natural dough can be rubbed out, the walking formula itself feels a little strange.

Because if you want to rub this dough, the failure rate is too great.

It really rubs out this surface, and the walking formula itself wants to try to cook.

Hands swinging, the dough spinning, flour crunching.

This time he did not choose to summon the Xuanwu pot because he found a nice black pot on top of the stove.

When his hand twisted, a flame burned in his hand.

This flame is not very hot because, after all, it is not a fire of heaven and earth.

One of the first bounces, the flame jumped under the pan and the flame burned, making the black pan hot.

Walking obliquely looked at a distant shelf of ingredients filled with dense and numb ingredients.

“Ingredients available?” Pedestrian.

“Whatever.” Ouyang is suddenly also curious as to what kind of noodles will be cooked with this dough.

Ingredients are nothing to Ouyang Feng.

The nod nodded, and the next moment, it was before the shelf of ingredients.

Same ingredients were selected.

With a thud, the footsteps will be placed on the caseboard with the Spiritual Beast beef bone, the knife will turn and severely chop off.

The bones were easily chopped.

Ouyang's sunset wind looked at the dragonfly knife in the hand of the gait, and the colour of the knife was slightly changed.

“This kitchen knife… kind of interesting! ”

As a first-class chef in Taoyang Valley, Ouyang's eyes are naturally remarkable.

The dragonfly knife was no weaker than the cicada knife in his hand.

Lightly on the steps, the knife was lifted and stamped down again, chopping apart a piece of the dragonbone.

One finger picked, the dragonfly knife spinning in the hand of the pedestrian, a buzzing sound, the next moment the knife on the case board.

When it sounded loud, the cowbones fell into the black pot.

Hot water is boiling in the pan.

Once the cowbone is in the pan, the pound of fine air sprays out.

A bunch of chefs staring out the door, they're already foolish right now.

Everyone sucks in the cooling air because watching the walking formula is a knife maker… definitely not an ordinary chef.

This young man is a deeply hidden cook.

Put the lid on and let the cow bone boil in the black pot, and the footsteps begin to prepare for something else.

Brush, brush!

The knife turned and played with a knife.

That cool and cloudy action made a lot of people confused, turns out cooking can be so handsome!

Da-da-da-da!

The rhythmic sound of the knife colliding with the caseboard sounded into everyone's ears, and the next moment, the explanation of the ingredients chosen by the foot was cut into dings.

Boom!!

When the fire is bright, the formula raises another pot and pours it into the oil juice, the pan shovel is flipped and the cut ingredients are poured into it.

A fire shook up, people were getting a little lost in front of them, and the subconscious shouted.

But after the shouting, they were a little stuck, because the fire in the pan that just appeared was a normal phenomenon.

They can easily do it themselves.

Boo-hoo!

Skilled sautéed, the ingredients in the pan are all covered in a layer of oil juice, sparkling and beautiful, and the aroma of the ingredients floats out.

Many couldn't help but sniff and marvel.

Because they figured out, why would this kid cook more than they do?

Ouyang's sunset wind is slightly concentrated.

He watched the cooking moves on foot, and the look on his face was already changing.

Because he finally knew where the pressure from the pedestrian formula came from, and just by this skilled operation, he knew that the pedestrian formula was definitely an old chef.

Not less familiar with the kitchen than he is.

It can even be said that he has more experience in cooking on foot than he does.

“Is this boy a first-class cook? First class chef outside the valley? What a terrible cooking gift this kid should have! ”

Ouyang sank the wind.

Finish frying the dishes in the pan, raise the pan, and set the dishes aside.

The easy way to walk was to unravel the black pot that was holding the cow's bones.

The hot water in the pan has already boiled away, constantly bubbling.

Bovine bones roll over in it, giving off a fleshy scent.

Instead of scooping up the cow bones in the pan, the pedestrian formula held onto the naturally made dough with one hand. Once the dragonfly knife turned, it fell into his hand.

Gently swing the knife down.

In the amazing and stunned gaze of the crowd, a facial slice flies out and falls into the hot pot of bovine bone soup with immense accuracy.

Hot water boils in the hot pot, just for a moment, and that noodle is gone when it is swallowed.

“What are you doing?!” Ouyang's eyes shrunk, how could he not have thought that the gait would do such a thing!

That natural dough was just destroyed!

He's got a thousand knives!

How can you do such angry things?

But before he could go on, the second knife on the pedestrian side had been taken out again.

There was basically no sound, and the second noodle fell into the pan.

Four fingers together, holding the knife across, the pacing grasp the rhythm and regular swinging knife, so that the pasta in the dough is all thrown up and accurately landed in the beef bone soup.

Nobody understands what the formula is doing, grinding faces with knives?

Is he crazy?

Where does this come from have a good taste?!

Even the Ouyang wind seems to be a little unbearable. He thinks that the pedestrian formula is really a little violent. This is naturally made dough is very rare.

Almost half the dough was cut and the pacing stopped.

Place dough on the stove. I went to a missed spoon, shouted, and caught it in a black pot of bovine bone soup, and the water splashed and the heat swelled.

In the leaking spoon, the breath is diffuse, accompanied by spiritual energy.

Everyone was slightly stunned looking at the glittering pile of noodles in the spoon.

Master Ouyang was also stunned and smiled.

“It really made the face... but it looks a little like the wide face I rubbed.” Master Ouyang said.

After taking a large bluegrass porcelain bowl, the knife was poured into the pan by foot, and the stir-fried ingredients were all covered on top of the food.

Pour in the last spoon of boiling bovine bone soup.

Wow...

The scent pops up instantly, all around!

And the pedestrian formula does it all, and the cooking is not over.

He put up another pot and poured it into the oil juice, which boiled, so that it was convenient to pinch an egg of the spirit beast with one hand.

A scratch broke, and the egg yolk and egg yolk fell into the pan.

Boo!!

For a moment, it's full of fragrance!