There are eight thicknesses of Lanzhou Beef Noodles: hair-thin, fine, three-fine, two-fine, leek-leaf, wide, extra-wide, and buckwheat ridge.
The extra-wide is about two fingers wide, the wide is one finger wide, leek-leaf is similar to leek leaves, and the various fines below beco increasingly fine, with hair-thin being as thin as fine wire.
Since Wang Fan decided to demonstrate intensity to them, he didn’t plan to stop at hair-thin thickness. He was going to pull dragon whiskers noodle, or even thinner than that!
With powerful skills and perfect control, the noodle in his hand was exceedingly obedient, which could only be described as thin as a hair at this mont.
The current record for hand-pulled noodle is pulling 262,000 ters of noodles from one pound of flour, and six of such noodles side by side can easily pass through a needle’s eye.
Wang Fan doesn’t have that ability, nor does he pursue such extres, but even as he is now, it already srizes these foreign onlookers as if they have seen a marvel.
"That single thick strand of noodle can turn into so many fine ones just by pulling?"
"How is this even done? It’s miraculous!"
"Wow! That’s amazing! It must be magic to achieve that!"
Wang Fan’s hands kept moving swiftly, and the noodles in his hands were as fine as threads by this ti.
He placed the noodles down, lifted the lid of a pot, revealing a broth with a slightly rich beef flavor that had boiled. The broth was a mix of water and at broth at a 1:1 ratio, lacking the rich flavor of the original broth, yet much brighter in color than pure at broth.
He picked up a white radish that Zhuo Qianqian had peeled and deftly sliced it in half, then his knife flew, cutting thin radish slices that quickly lined up on the chopping board.
This knife skill, like a speed accelerator, once again dazzled these foreign onlookers.
Knives are used worldwide, and things are cut everywhere, but when it cos to chopping vegetables, if Chinese cuisine claims to be second, no other cuisine dares to claim first.
It’s a dramatic lead!
"Oh my God, he’s so fast! I wonder if he’s this fast in other areas too?"
"I’ve never tried an Oriental handso guy before, perhaps I’ll ask for a contact info later."
Gu Zhengchao awkwardly glanced at Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian, too shy to translate those words.
Paris is reputed as the city of romance, and indeed they are quite bold in so respects, their speech being more suggestive and daring.
Thin radish slices swept into the clear soup pot quickly releasing the unique fresh aroma of white radish.
With a gentle shake, the noodles were shaken into a boiling water pot and gently stirred apart with long chopsticks.
Wang Fan nodded towards Gu Zhengchao, who made an OK gesture and then announced, "Huaxia Lanzhou Beef Noodles, 20 Euro per serving. Limited to 200 servings, first co first served."
Although the system required a price not lower than 3 Euro per serving, a baguette on the street could sell for 5 to 10 Euro here, so why should his carefully crafted beef noodles be valued less? Thus, they ultimately set the price at 20 Euro.
Upon hearing the price, many people around frowned.
John Country people are said to be arrogant, yet these French people are no less arrogant in their bones, especially towards Huaxia, always feeling Huaxia things ought to be cheaper and cannot compare to their local offerings.
Gu Zhengchao felt quite awkward; no one responded after his announcent. A group of people were still watching but nobody stepped forward.
Zhuo Qianqian, seeing this situation, whispered in Wang Fan’s ear.
After Wang Fan nodded, he told Gu Zhengchao, "I’ll make one serving for you to show them, and then you can choose the most beautiful lady among them and offer her a taste."
Gu Zhengchao gave a slightly surprised look at Zhuo Qianqian but said nothing further.
Dragon whisker noodles cook very quickly; with a scoop of the long chopsticks, the long pale yellow noodles were placed into a disposable bowl.
Add broth, beef, minced garlic sprouts, and finally a spoonful of fragrant chili, presenting the classic one clear, two white, three red, four green, and five yellow.
Taking the bowl, Gu Zhengchao involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Honestly, if I reckon myself as the most beautiful of these people, can I sample it first?
Never underestimate the desire of expatriates for their hotown cuisine!
However, ultimately Gu Zhengchao wasn’t that shaless.
Looking around, he announced, "I will be seeking the most beautiful lady among you to freely taste this first bowl of Huaxia Lanzhou Beef Noodles."
Even for a reward of not very high value, participation is enthusiastic, and several ladies already posed in their most confident posture as the prettiest.
Walking among the crowd with the bowl of noodles, Gu Zhengchao made everyone gasp in admiration at the clean noodle soup, the rich aroma of beef, and the colorful vibrant contrast of the noodles.
The rich chili fragrance made many unconsciously swallow saliva.
Without overthinking, Gu Zhengchao quickly pinpointed a young lady who matched the oriental aesthetic in the crowd.
The girl looked quite young, probably around eighteen or nineteen, with deep-set features and a tall stature. Gu Zhengchao wouldn’t divulge that she was his classmate.
Indeed, this was the accomplice Gu Zhengchao had found.
Sofia, aware that Gu Zhengchao would surely pick her, was still overjoyed to be publicly acknowledged as the prettiest.
Holding the bowl of noodles, layered with beef slices, giving it a substantial feel, with green veggies and red chili oil floating on the soup surface.
The noodles were made right in front of her, with the entire process visible, so there was naturally no doubt about hygiene. The color of the beef was also very fresh, indicating no excessive coloring additives and no strong seasoning sll, which ans the beef was very clean.
The most important thing is that it’s a friend, a classmate involved; he wouldn’t fool her.
Picking up the bowl, she gently lifted the thin noodles with a fork; amidst the steaming mist, the rounded noodles appeared sowhat endearing.
After puffing at the noodles with pouted lips, she slurped it into her mouth.
"Mmm..."
Upon taking a bite, Sofia’s eyes widened in astonishnt.
The noodles were incredibly thin yet distinct. As the noodles entered her mouth, a unique texture unfurled on her tongue, allowing her to clearly feel each strand slide past her lips, with each noodle seeming to have its own vitality, jumping and dancing in her mouth.
Despite being so thin, the noodles were chewy and didn’t feel mushy at all. Biting into them gave a noticeable springiness, providing an extrely smooth sensation.
Soaked in broth, each strand of noodle was soaked in flavor, carrying the beef’s aroma, making each bite of noodle flavorful.
The soup’s rich flavor and noodle’s texture fused perfectly, providing a lingering sense of pleasure.
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