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"It's not rolling noodles."

Zhang Han laughed lightly and shook his head, saying, "Yes, I have to meticulously pull the noodles."

"Of course, if Mengmeng wants to eat the thin noodles, then Boss must have made the very thin noodles." Zhao Feng smiled from the side.

"Oh, hmph, hmph. I was wondering why it is that the Mengmeng wants to eat noodles." Liang Mengqi snorted lightly, the boss basically wanted to help the Mengmeng no matter what.

Liang Mengqi also knew that they did not have the luxury of ordering food right now.

"Yes."

Zhang Han nodded his head, and his hands suddenly moved.

He grabbed the dough with both of his hands and continuously poured spiritual energy into the dough with his palms. His arms opened wide and the dough turned into a column as thick as his arms.

The moment Zhang Han made his move, the gazes of the people in the room gradually converged onto him.

Every time Zhang Han cooked, they would wait and watch. To them, Zhang Han's actions were like an artist.

Under everyone's gazes, Zhang Han's hands started to move according to different frequencies.

The dough on his palm started to spin. Gradually, it became thinner and thinner, and the extent of rotation became larger and larger. It was like a vortex that was gradually forming in the middle of the ocean.

At the same time, Zhang Han's spirit energy gathered on his right hand like it was nothing at all. He clenched his fingers into a fist, and under the guidance of the spirit energy, strands of the noodle that was as thick as a thumb floated towards the boiling pot through the gaps of his fingers.

Noodle as thick as a finger? nonexistent.

What Zhang Han wanted to make was of course thin noodles. Of course to the extreme!

Zhang Han's right hand continued to draw a circle with the quick rhythm, the noodles between his fingers continued to spin and move forward, as if he was holding a ribbon and trying to taste it, and waving it around, forming a spiral.

At this moment, the noodles were like this, continuously rotating and becoming thinner and thinner.

The noodles became thinner bit by bit until they finally fell into the pot. The noodles were as thin as a strand of hair!

As for the noodles in the wok, every twenty centimeters, they would break. This was a feat that could only be accomplished under the control of spiritual energy.

Just like that, the noodles continued to dance in the air. The process of the dough turning into threads shocked the eyeballs on the floor!

They all knew that the boss cooked with a Xuan Skill, but they never expected him to be so dazzling! The surrounding people couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

"How ? How is this possible?"

"Heavens, isn't that too scary? Is this how the noodles are pulled? "

"This is the first time I've seen a noodle pulled like this. Look at that noodle, I want it as thin as silk!"

"The world is truly astounding, the world is truly astounding. The boss even has this kind of craftsmanship, it's simply, simply inhuman."

"I'm afraid that even the number one mask king of the mainland is not even a tenth as strong as the boss! "Heavens, this is too terrifying."

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In the northern part of Shaanxi Province, there was a very powerful noodle chef. The noodle noodle noodle was very thin and was known as thin as a hair. However, the noodle noodle was not as thin as the hair.

But now, when people looked at the threads of the noodles, they were all shocked.

This was what a real fine hair looked like. Even they could not figure out what was going on with this technique.

He only knew that the noodles were dancing in the air like a whirlpool. How shocking and terrifying was this scene!

At the moment, the most shocked was still Zhao Feng. When Zhang Han moved his palm, his eyes became bigger and bigger, bigger and bigger, until they were like cow eyes.

The pupils in his eyes, however, became increasingly smaller as the noodles took shape. His expression was as if he had seen something terrifying.

"This..."

Zhao Feng was startled for a moment, then suddenly recalled the legend that the captain told him about, causing him to be shocked.

"What!"

"Don't tell me!"

"Could the boss be ?"

Zhao Feng's face paled as he stared at Zhang Han in disbelief.

He fought with the captain for half an hour, and in the end, the captain easily took him down. Zhao Feng's defeat was very thorough and convincing, but the captain said: In this world, there is an invisible society.

When Zhao Feng asked what kind of hidden society it was, the captain just smiled without saying a word, and left behind a line in the distance: Even though you and I are powerful, we are still frogs at the bottom of a well. That group of people, are all unimaginable existences, just like ? Wu Lin.

Wu Lin? Like the one with internal energy in the story?

Until now, he still had to forget about this matter, but after seeing the skill Zhang Han possessed and the scene before his eyes, Zhao Feng was truly unable to contain his shock.

He had a faint feeling in his heart that the boss was that invisible expert from the society! The owner was most likely a powerhouse who possessed an inner force!

Otherwise, how could the boss have reached such a level? Even with pure strength, he would not be able to do such a thing!

What he did not know was that Zhao Feng's guess was close to the truth.

Relatively speaking, although Zhang Han's Qi Training Stage was equivalent to a martial arts expert with internal energy, in essence, what Zhang Han cultivated was the path to becoming an immortal. The most orthodox path might not be the same for others, especially on this Earth where the spiritual energy was dried up.

The spirit energy was gradually dissipating, and only a few Feng Shui Treasures could have spirit energy. Zhang Han knew of this situation, if he tried to use another example to compare, without spirit energy, the spiritual energy in his body would not be replenished, and he could only rely on the techniques in his body to slowly cultivate. This method was much more difficult, and it took a long time to recover, which was also a very helpless situation.

His gaze returned to Zhang Han.

The noodles rotated like a vortex and gradually entered the pot. Just at that moment, the whole process happened in less than a minute.

A bowl of noodles, a minute of time, all turned into noodles as thin as a strand of hair. If word of this got out, many people wouldn't believe it.

Even the people in the restaurant could not believe their eyes. They could only blame it on the frightening scene in front of them.

As the noodles entered the wok, Zhang Han breathed out lightly.

After finishing all these noodles, more than half of Zhang Han's spirit energy was actually used up.

Even if Zhang Han cultivated the Treasure-searching formulas, it would still take him an entire afternoon to recover half of this amount of spirit energy.

While the noodles were being cooked, Zhang Han started to cook the Egg-Fried Rice for the afternoon.

Only when his body moved did the people come to their senses.

"Aiya!"

Liang Mengqi, who was at the bar counter, shouted with his eyes wide open: "Too handsome, the boss is too handsome, what do I do? I'm so captivated by you."

"Yeah, if she was a girl, she would definitely chase after the boss!" Zhao Dahu's tone of voice had even turned soft from shock.

At this time, Yu Qingqing did not care about Zhao Dahu's actions, his eyes shone as he looked at Zhang Han.

Facing the praise, Zhang Han didn't have any expression on his face, nor did he react. He just continued to stir-fry the Egg-Fried Rice as usual.

However, he was also thinking, wasn't the actions and method just now a bit too exaggerated?

One must know that pulling the noodles had wasted more than half of the spiritual energy in his body. Although they were chasing after speed, it seemed that something was wrong with the way these people reacted.

'Forget it. I'll be more normal next time.'

Zhang Han shook his head lightly.

As he cooked the Egg-Fried Rice, Zhang Han fed the noodle soup at the side with salt and Tianxiang wood powder.

Very quickly, both the Egg Fried Rice and the noodle soup came out of the wok at the same time. Zhang Han also prepared both the potato shredded meat and the pickled cucumber.

"Wow, what a fine and thin noodle. It's crystal clear and beautiful, just like a work of art!"

Liang Mengqi exclaimed as he scooped a bowl of noodle soup s and turned around. He returned to his seat and rubbed his fists as he prepared to eat.

The last time they had eaten dumplings, the soft and tender skin of the dumplings were so tasty that it had left Liang Mengqi with an endless amount of aftertaste. Now that she had noodles, even if it was a very light noodle soup s, she still had to taste it first, and even if it was to temporarily give up on the Egg-Fried Rice.

Sometimes, when he ate a bit of food that was stimulated, his stomach would ache for a while, but ever since he came to this restaurant, his stomach had never hurt again. At this time, when he was eating noodle soup, he wanted to add some chili oil to his stomach, but unfortunately, there were no ingredients here, nor soy sauce nor vinegar, so he could only eat it like this.

Yu Qingqing loved noodle type food a lot, and she liked to eat Anhui plate noodle the most. But now that there was a noodle soup, she felt that it wasn't bad.

The three people who were the first to serve the noodles began to move, enjoying their lunch.

"Hu ?"

Together they scooped up a spoonful of broth, blew gently on it, and drank.

The light broth carried an extremely rich fragrance of flour, and when the broth was drunk, it was as if an indescribable sweetness rushed into their throats. At this moment, the broth seemed to transform into a clear stream that nourished their bodies and minds, and they felt completely at ease.

"It tastes so good." Liang Mengqi said in admiration.

"Hurry up and try the noodles!" Yu Qingqing couldn't help but pick up her chopsticks and try to lightly pick up the noodles. Because the noodles were too thin, she was afraid that she would break them with just a little force.

However, she did not expect that the hair-thin noodles would be so strong. Her strength gradually increased, but she did not break the noodles.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss ?"

Yu Qingqing took a big bite and the noodles entered her mouth, causing her mouth to be filled with the fragrance of the white noodles. Such a thin noodles did not look like paste in her mouth, but instead made her feel that every single one of the noodles was elastic and full of strength.

"I-I realized for the first time that noodle soup actually had this taste! This is the real noodle soup! " Yu Qingqing lamented with his blurry eyes, after which he increased his speed.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..."

The members of the dining table started to eat without caring about their image. They were so engrossed in eating that the sound of noodles being eaten became louder, attracting looks from the people eating Egg Fried Rice on the other side.