Now he gets angry whenever he thinks of Cao Lang's words. How can he be considered a genius? He's not calm enough! He doesn't even think about how he dresses, it's like a mobile food exhibition...

Zhou Yi stood firm and completely ignored the overt and covert objections of the group headed by Zhang Huawen. He asked the competition organizing committee for a large iron pot. It looked about the same size as a marching pot. He also asked for a pound of white flour and a pound of white flour.

Millet noodles, a pound of cornmeal, no other requirements, the stronger the noodles, the better, as well as soybean oil, soybean sprouts, green bean sprouts and other vegetables.

Everything is ready-made, but old soybean oil is not easy to find. Not to mention in old bourgeois countries like France, even in China, thanks to Uncle Mi’s care, the poor people can drink genetically modified oil.

Soybean salad is oily, so it’s really difficult to get some soybean oil.

Fortunately, the Chinese Dietetic Association has great powers, so it took half an hour to find it, and the rest of the things were the same.

Zhou Yi nodded, put the big pot on the fire, poured water in and boiled it, and then started to stir the noodles. Spread out the three kilograms of noodles like cement, water it little by little, and knead it vigorously until it is kneaded.

The basin made a rattling sound, which made several judges couldn't help but want to jump up and help him pour water. Then they added more water, and then kneaded again, which made the workbench tremble and make a sore squeaking sound.

Add some water... everyone's throats were dry, and they all suspected that they were in the desert. How can they be so economical?

"You brat, when you knead such hard dough, are you trying to make noodles or hit someone? Can you turn around and pull away?"

Why keep mumbling? There are also important figures from the Three Qin Dynasty in the Imperial City's Nanshui Palace. It's not like he has never done this before. He knows that the greasy noodles need to be hard, but he has never seen them so hard. , won’t it turn into a stone egg when you take it out later?

Zhou Yi didn't even explain. Three kilograms of mixed flour was kneaded into a dough. He just used two bowls of water. He poured it over the bottom of the basin and took a sip on the table. There was a faint sound of metal and stone mingling!

Everyone felt that this dough was useless. They were still making noodles. They could be used to build a house. But Zhou Yi stretched out his hand and pulled out a piece of dough. He didn’t know why it kept lingering and lingering. Stretch it longer and longer, put it on the wrist, and roll it up layer by layer, just like a woman wrapping yarn. This side is hard enough and will not stick to each other naturally, so it will be layered on the wrist with clear layers.

This noodle is indeed hard enough. Even a person who has been working for a lifetime can even pull it into noodles after resting. But Zhouyi is different. Under the movement of internal energy, let alone the noodles, if he rivets it, the stones can be pulled into threads. It is absolutely Nothing is impossible with his strength, and under his vigorous kneading, the density of the noodles has undergone a subtle change, and the toughness is amazing. Now you have to use a knife to break the noodles, and you have to use a knife to break them. It's a sharp knife.

Crazy He finally opened his eyes. This kid was even crazier than him. He didn't know what those hands were made of, but he actually pulled a ball of stone noodles out of shape. He saw three kilograms of mixed noodles. The formed dough was stretched into a wide strip of noodles with an unknown length, and slid into the boiling pot with a 'slipping' sound. The old man's eyes were as big as a donkey's egg.

Picking up the long chopsticks, Zhou Yi also used the water-breaking method. His wrists could not move at all. The chopsticks were spinning like a small motor behind them. He saw the noodles rolling three times in the water and they were not yet cooked. Zhou Yi picked up the large bowl with a diameter of half a meter in one hand and stirred up the noodles with chopsticks in the other hand.

"Day!"

Like a ribbon flying across the sky, or like a ribbon waving in the hands of a Lolita player playing gymnastics, the half-cooked noodles, several meters long, were thrown in the air in a wonderful arc, and landed on the plate without fail. I don’t know what technique Zhou Yi used to make this face look like a python with its tongue sticking out, faintly alive.

After preparing the bean sprouts, green bean sprouts and other eight dishes, I took a No. 1 small iron pot and poured in half a kilogram of soybean oil. I simmered it until big green strands appeared on the surface of the oil. The smoke, with the thick smell of smoke and fire in the world, fell hard on the face.

"Zi la..."

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