The Fine Food Broadcaster

Chapter 118: Big Sword and Golden Thread

Ye Fei kneaded the noodles very gently. As he kept kneading, a piece of dough gradually appeared in the cyan porcelain basin.

The dough is slightly larger than an adult's fist and is golden yellow in color.

Ye Fei is still kneading the dough constantly, and the dough is constantly changing various shapes under Ye Fei's hands.

In the end, Ye Fei kneaded for a full twenty minutes before stopping. At this time, Ye Fei's forehead was sweating, and he never thought that it would take so much effort to make a bowl of golden noodles. Don't do it, it's too troublesome.

After the dough was kneaded, Ye Fei turned his head and glanced at Lin Jiani, only to find that Lin Jiani was licking her lips with her bright red tongue.

"Are you hungry just looking at the dough?" Ye Fei laughed.

Lin Jiani didn't feel embarrassed, she nodded sharply: "This dough is really beautiful, I really want to take a bite."

Ye Fei picked up the dough from the cyan porcelain basin, handed it to Lin Jiani, and said, "Take a bite."

Lin Jiani: ‘“………”’

Brother, I said I want to take a bite, so you really bring it to me and take a bite? You have to at least cook it too, don't you?

"I'll just bear with it."

Ye Fei chuckled.

The step of kneading the noodles is over, and the next step is how to make noodles as thin as hair.

Ye Fei put the golden dough on the cutting board, and then pulled out a rolling pin from the tool rack.

His rolling pin is about one foot long, reddish all over, smooth and dazzling on the surface, with clear lines, it is not an ordinary rolling pin at first glance.

Lin Jiani looked at the rolling pin, her eyes widened, and she pointed at the rolling pin, her lips trembling a little.

"This... red rosewood? And it's heartwood?"

Ye Fei glanced at Lin Jiani in surprise, and praised, "Amazing, do you know this kind of thing?"

Lin Jiani said frantically: "Why can't I know it? Why can't I know it?! You must know what red rosewood is. It’s nearly 100,000 Huaxia coins, my God, you can mess around too much, right? You use such a precious wood to make a rolling pin? You are such a super prodigal.”

Ye Fei: "..."

It's not me, it's not me, I'm not a prodigal, the system is the super prodigal, it gives all these things, this guy let alone a piece of broken wood, maybe he can get you some small-leaf red sandalwood if he is happy The furniture comes out.

"This... I don't have much research on these things, but I see that this rolling pin looks good, and it feels good to the touch. Besides, no matter how good the wood is, isn't it for making tools?"

With that said, Ye Fei began to roll the dough with a rolling pin.

Seeing Ye Fei's calm and breezy appearance, Lin Jiani really had the urge to snatch the rolling pin away.

Nima, that's a red rosewood rolling pin. Take this one out and put it in the auction. It's estimated that people who love wood will snatch it if they turn around.

Now this guy is actually rolling the dough here again and again, it's really maddening.

Regardless of what Lin Jiani thought, Ye Fei pressed the rolling pin with both hands and rolled it on the dough.

The dough quickly becomes an oval, followed by thinning and thinning again.

Ten minutes later, Ye Fei rolled the dough into a three millimeter thick dough, long and thin.

Just when Lin Jiani thought it was ready, who knew that Ye Fei didn't intend to stop at all, and was still rolling the rolling pin on the dough again and again.

"I said, is it okay? It's already thin enough, and it will break if you roll it again." Lin Jiani reminded.

Ye Fei didn't stop moving his hands, and said: "The reason why Jinsi Noodles are very advanced in pasta is because its production is more laborious and demanding.

You can look at the dough now, but if you cut the noodles now, the taste of the noodles will not be satisfactory at all. "

"It's just a bowl of broken noodles, what's the matter?" Lin Jiani curled her lips and said.

Ye Fei nodded: "As for a chef who pursues the ultimate, every dish must be as perfect as possible."

After another five or six minutes of rolling, Ye Fei exerted less and less force on his hands until he finally stopped.

At this time, Ye Fei put the rolling pin aside, then pinched one end of the long strip of dough with his hands, gently lifted it up, brought it to Lin Jiani, and said with a smile: "This is the truly perfect golden silk dough."

Lin Jiani was dumbfounded when she saw this face.

She really didn't expect that someone would make the flour into the state in front of her eyes. She saw that the skin was as thin as a cicada's wing, and she could vaguely see something two meters away on the opposite side from here. Dough, this is a layer of plastic film, okay?

"This...is really a noodle?"

Ye Fei said, "You can touch it."

Lin Jiani touched the skin with trembling hands, the skin felt as smooth as silk, and had a warm feeling.

She hurriedly withdrew her hand and urged: "Do it quickly, I can't take it anymore, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,give me to eat."

Ye Fei: "..."

Sister, why does this sound a bit awkward?

Spread the dough on the cutting board again, and Ye Fei took out a big knife.

That's right, Ye Fei has many knives, wide ones, narrow ones, long ones and short ones, but Ye Fei didn't choose any of them, but chose a half-foot-long big knife with a thick back and thin blade.

Use this big knife to clean off the uneven edges around the dough, and then stack the dough.

I saw Ye Fei raising the knife in his hand and dropping it lightly.

Lin Jiani: "..."

"Where are you cutting the air? Where are the noodles?"

Ye Fei chuckled and said, "Find out the feeling, I haven't started cutting yet."

Lin Jiani rolled her eyes.

Ye Fei didn't tease her anymore, but pressed the folded dough with his left hand, held the knife vertically with his right hand, and cut it off in one stroke.

Boom~~

There was a slight sound of the blade hitting the cutting board, and then Lin Jiani saw a noodle appearing on one side of the big knife.

It's just that Lin Jiani got a little messy when she saw this noodle.

I saw that this noodle is not so much a noodle as a hair, no, it is thinner than a hair!

"Is this noodles?" Lin Jiani asked in disbelief.

She also knows that the whole egg noodles are thin and tough, but this... this shit is too thin, not even as thick as a hair, what a shame!

"This is noodles." Ye Fei said while cutting the dough with a big knife in his hand.

At this time, there was no playful expression on his face, but very serious.

Seeing that he cut the knife faster and faster, and as he cut it with the knife, Lin Jiani felt that she heard a wonderful piece of music, a natural movement of spring rain entering the forest.

Boom~~Boom Boom~~Boom Boom Boom~~Boom Boom Boom...

Ye Fei's knife speed was getting faster and faster, and finally Lin Jiani was completely dumbfounded, because she found that she was standing next to Ye Fei, but she couldn't see the knife in Ye Fei's hand, she could only look at it. He saw a blurry shadow swaying in front of him.

"This knife... Emma, ​​don't cut it in your hand." Lin Jiani didn't know whether she was reminding Ye Fei or talking to herself, so she just murmured.

Ye Fei didn't say anything, his eyes were fixed on the knife and the dough in his hand.

It wasn't until this time that Ye Fei really used his knife skills. To be honest, after the system gave him knife skills, he rarely used them. That is, he only showed his skills when making gold-shredded potatoes and tofu, but those were all small things. It's just a drizzle, but this time it's for real.

The faster Ye Feiyue cut, the happier he felt.

"This knife skill is really amazing."

This guy fell in love with himself again.

After the dough was folded, it didn't grow long at all, but Ye Fei cut it for a full ten minutes!

Ten minutes later, the dough in Ye Fei's hand was gone, and he also stopped.

Ye Fei let out a long breath, put down the knife, and turned to look at Lin Jiani.

I saw Lin Jiani standing aside dumbfounded.

"Sister Lin, what's the matter?"

Lin Jiani looked at Ye Fei indifferently, then looked down at a row of golden noodles on the cutting board, and then she couldn't help stretching out her white and tender hands to pinch a noodle, held it up to her eyes, and said : "Are you sure it's noodles and not Mao Mao?"

Ye Fei: "I#¥%..."

There is Yan Ruyu in the book, there is a golden house in the book, and there are golden silk noodles in the book. Some friends are about to start school. I wish everyone success in their studies, good grades every time, and study hard.

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