Reborn God Emperor Daddy

Chapter 228 A Bowl of Clear Noodle Soup
Song Haotian didn't pay attention to other people's comments at all. After pouring the water, he inserted his hands into the basin, and under the urging of his true energy, the efficiency of kneading back and forth was much higher than that of ordinary people.

It took less than 2 minutes to take out a piece of dough.

The whole dough kneading process is clean and neat, and the three-light effect of basin light, dough light and hand light is truly achieved.

Now everyone present was dumbfounded, it was the first time for everyone to see such a fast meeting speed.

"This is too exaggerated. It takes less than 2 minutes to make a dough. If it weren't for the water just added, I really thought he had prepared it in advance..."

"Oh my God, the handsome guy looks so handsome..."

"Whoever said just now that people don't know how to make pasta, no one else can learn it just because of this skill..."

Song Haotian still ignored the others, lit the stove and started to boil water, and then said to the two little guys, "Tuantuanyuanyuan, do you want thick noodles or thin ones?"

"Papa, be careful."

"Yuanyuanxi...likes thin...thin noodles."

The two little guys said in unison.

"Okay then, Dad will cook vermicelli for you later."

After waiting for a while, the water was ready, and Song Haotian started to move.

He stretched out his hand to grab the dough in the palm of his hand, and his true energy continuously gathered on the dough through his hands. With both hands, the whole dough was pulled into a cylinder as thick as an arm.

All eyes were attracted to him, as for what Zhiweizhai and Busishu were doing, no one paid attention at all.

Even the three judges looked at this side with burning eyes. They realized now that they had underestimated this young man before, and that his cooking skills were far beyond their imagination.

Under everyone's gaze, Song Haotian's hands began to shake rapidly.

The dough in his hand began to rotate, gradually the dough became thinner, and the rotation became larger and larger, like a vortex gradually forming in the sea.

Everyone in the audience let out a burst of exclamation. If it were an ordinary person, the dough would have been broken by such a large swing, but in the hands of this young man, nothing happened.

This is not stretched noodles, it is simply magic.

At the same time, Song Haotian's zhenqi spewed out, completely concentrated on his right hand, with five fingers clenched into a fist.

Under the tempering of zhenqi, the noodles as thick as a little finger floated towards the cauldron in front of him through the wind.

Of course, noodles with thick fingers do not exist. If you say you want to make thin noodles for your daughter, then you must do what you say.

At the same time as the noodles were being thrown, Song Haotian's right hand quickly drew a circle again.

Driven by him, the noodles floating out of the fingers continuously rotate forward, just like a master is waving a ribbon in his hand, making it form a conical spiral shape and keep moving forward.

Amid the exclamation of everyone, the noodles became thinner and thinner, and when they fell into the pot, they were already as thin as a hair, and could be used to thread a needle.

What shocked everyone was not only this, the noodles fell into the pot and broke automatically every 20 centimeters or so, which is simply amazing.

"Papa, that's great!"

The two little guys gathered around Song Haotian, clapping their hands non-stop to cheer their father on.

At the same time, thunderous applause rang out from the audience. It was really wonderful. This young man is not making noodles, but showing off his skills.

"Oh my God, this is the first time I've seen such pulled noodles in my life."

"Great skill, I really don't know how he did it..."

"Look at the noodles, they are too thin. This is no ramen, it's like magic..."

The most shocked were the three judges on the stage, their eyeballs almost protruded from their sockets.

They are all experts in food, so they naturally know how difficult it is to pull the noodles to such a degree in such a dazzling way.

Especially He Xiaoqian, she is also an expert in pastry, but no matter what, she can't make it to the level before her.

Song Haotian continued his operations, and the noodles gradually fell into the pot like a whirlpool.

A piece of dough in his hand was pulled into noodles in less than a minute, the speed was astonishingly fast.

No one would believe it if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes.

After doing all this, Song Haotian secretly heaved a sigh of relief, this operation almost consumed half of his true energy.

It seems that I have to complete the foundation building as soon as possible, otherwise my current cultivation base is still a little weaker.

"My little brother is really handsome."

Under the stage, Liu Zimei's eyes were shining, she leaned on Lin Meichen's ear and whispered: "Xiaomei, let's see if the man I chose for you is handsome?"

Lin Meichen rolled her eyes: "Are you sure this is for me?"

Liu Zimei said with a smile: "We sisters are so clear about what we do. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine."

While the two of them were whispering here, Song Haotian's clear soup noodles were already out of the pot.

"Oh my God, these noodles are so thin and crystal clear, they are so beautiful, what are these noodles, they are simply works of art!"

People looked at the noodles he picked out and were amazed again, but soon some people raised doubts.

"What's the matter? The noodles are just like this, without any salt or seasoning. Is this delicious?"

"I don't know, although this young man's ramen skills are very impressive, but this kind of noodles may not taste good..."

"Could it be that what he cooks is stewed noodles, but he didn't see where the stewed noodles are?"

Apparently, what Song Haotian cooks is only noodles in clear soup, not stewed noodles.

After the noodles came out of the pot, he took two small bowls and filled a bowl for each of the two little guys.

"Come on, eat quickly."

Everyone in the audience was at a loss. Could this be the end?

You must know that this is a competition, and the last dish is about the taste and taste, and it is not enough to rely on the appearance.

Seeing that Song Haotian gave the prepared noodles to his daughter, Du Yu was speechless for a while. This is the Master of Cooking Competition, and there are three judges waiting to score.

"Mr. Song, are you finished?"

"Oh, it's over."

"Then can you tell us, what are you doing?"

"It's very simple, clear soup noodles."

Same as before, Song Haotian still didn't have any excessive words.

But he seemed to remember that he was still in the game, so he took three more bowls, put three bowls of noodles on the tray, and handed them back to Du Yu.

For his style of not taking the competition seriously at all, Du Yu was really helpless, shook his head slightly, and sent the tray to the judges' seat.

At the same time, Zhiweizhai and Busishu have also completed the production of dishes, one is Dongpo elbow and the other is braised pork ribs.

In this round of the competition, they also gave up the high-end ingredients and chose more friendly dishes, hoping to win higher scores for themselves.

Due to the failure of the previous round, Zhou Liguo and the two seemed to keep a low profile this time.

I just gave a brief introduction, without saying much, and sent the dishes to the judges' seats.

The chef made a move, and the two dishes were well-prepared in color, flavor and taste. Not only did they look great, but they were also full of fragrance, which was in stark contrast to the bowl of noodles in clear soup with little water.

However, with the lessons learned from roasting corn before, no one dared to underestimate this bowl of noodles. All eyes were on the three judges, waiting for their final appraisal results.

(End of this chapter)