"Oh là là! My lips feel all tingly like there’s an electric current running through them, the last ti I felt this was when I kissed my first love!"
"Diable! Why do I find it greasy and spicy to death, yet I can’t resist stuffing it into my mouth?"
"Dieu! Mon dieu! I can’t believe I’m not fretting over my wallet, rather I’m thinking this is worth every penny, it’s simply unimaginable!"
Listening to a group of people exclaiming like they’re possessed, Gu Zhengchao, Qin Lu, and the others were overjoyed.
Looking down on people day by day, got a taste of sothing new this ti, didn’t you?!
You clearly know this stuff is unhealthy, you clearly know it’s greasy, you clearly know it’s spicy, but you are not clearly, so you simply couldn’t control yourself—this is the ultimate magic of spicy strips!
Feeling proud and elated!
Even if it’s just because of a little snack.
Wang Fan looked over with a smile at the commotion here but didn’t pay it any more attention, continuing to work with his head down.
He used very little water when washing the dough, let it rest after several sievings, and now the dough in the basin had settled, with a layer of slightly yellow water on top.
This step might take an average person a few hours to rest, but only a seasoned chef like him, who can accurately grasp the water-to-dough ratio, can do it.
Picking up the basin, he gently poured the slightly yellow water into the waste water tank, then added salt and alkali to the basin.
Salt is the tendon, alkali is the bone; cold noodles are all about the texture, and these two things are indispensable.
No matter how much Wang Fan talks or how low-key he is, he’s undeniably the most dazzling guy on the scene right now.
Because everyone knows that all these dishes are born from his magical hands.
Even though they were snacking on delicious treats, and although Wang Fan was low-key enough, every move he made was still closely watched by everyone.
"What’s he doing?"
"Who knows? Diable! The magical Orient, not only can they wash dough, but even make tasty treats from it, and now he’s even using the washing water to make food? It’s simply beyond belief!"
"Huaxia people are really smart, with just one type of flour, they can create so many dishes, while we over here only use it to bake bread."
"After eating yesterday’s noodles and today’s snacks, I’m very curious about Huaxia, I’m planning to use that 144-hour visa-free entry to take a tour around Huaxia."
"You better not? I heard the environnt there isn’t good, and there are surveillance caras everywhere watching people’s every move, it sounds like everyone there lives like they’re in prison, I wouldn’t dare go."
"Oh, my friend, are you still in the ’90s? Many travel bloggers have already shared their experiences in Huaxia, and it’s completely different from the news reports, I even feel that Huaxia people are living in the 23rd century, with convenient high technology everywhere, you really ought to see it."
Wang Fan couldn’t understand what they were talking about, but Gu Zhengchao and the others did, yet they were also clueless about how their country had developed over the past few years.
To be honest, just watching those videos felt like computer-generated footage, being abroad for just a few years, it felt like their hotown had changed so much they were in a remote mountain area.
"Should we find an opportunity to go back and take a look?"
"A friend of mine went back last month, and when he ca back, he said he felt like an idiot at ho, I think we wouldn’t fare much better if we went back..."
"If I had known earlier, why did I co abroad to study? Since when did our motherland beco a tech powerhouse?"
"Who knows, it feels like the sky just changed overnight."
Wang Fan understood what the students were saying and felt a sense of pride, his hands moving even more swiftly.
He poured two spoons of the well-mixed dough batter into a flat-bottod pan, placed it in the stear to steam.
A thin layer of batter took just 1 minute to form a thin sheet of dough in the pot, with a big bubble forming under it.
He took out the flat-bottod pan and placed it directly into cold water, instantly cooling it with a "sizzle."
He grabbed a corner of the dough sheet, gently shaking and peeling it off, placing it onto a plate, wiping the flat-bottod pan dry with absorbent paper, brushing a layer of oil, and then pouring two more spoonfuls of batter.
Repeating the process, the stack of cold noodles in front of Wang Fan kept piling up higher and higher.
Every ti he took out a sheet of cold noodles, he brushed on a thin layer of oil, so the noodles wouldn’t stick together.
With everything done, the overseas students instantly knew what he was making, unable to suppress the sense of surprise.
Today, besides the snacks, there’s even street-side cold noodles, such a day was unthinkable, even in dreams!
Gu Zhengchao looked astonished: "It’s the first ti I knew cold noodles were made like this, luckily I didn’t have breakfast this morning, because I’m going to indulge today."
Qin Lu couldn’t help but lick her lips and swallow: "I have a reason to suspect we’ll be feeling uncomfortable for quite a while after today."
Gu Zhengchao was puzzled: "How’s that possible?! Brother Wang made it right under our noses, everything is clean and hygienic, how could we feel uncomfortable?"
Qin Lu rolled her eyes: "Is that what I ant? I’m saying, with Brother Wang’s cooking skills, after eating so much good food today, we might not enjoy our als for a long ti after."
"Hiss... now that you ntion it, you’re right, after all, it’s easy to go from frugal to indulgent, but hard to go back. How about this, I’ll eat your share of cold noodles, and that way the pain later should be less for you."
"Get lost, your sche is practically slapping in the face!"
Edward leaned in: "I heard what you just said, but I didn’t understand, what does ’get lost’ an? And what does ’sche’ an? My teacher never taught these."
Gu Zhengchao cleared his throat and whispered: "’Get lost’ is an expression of surprise, like saying ’wow, you’re so handso.’ Feel free to say it to others if you go to Huaxia."
Edward’s eyes lit up: "Get lost, get lost, you get lost, haha, I’ve learned another interesting phrase."
The stack of cold noodles in front of Wang Fan was as high as a basketball, estimating it was enough, he picked up a kitchen knife and started cutting them into thick strips as wide as his thumb.
He scattered them in the basin, then quickly shredded a cucumber.
The expert knife skills once again left the foreigners in awe.
"Diable! I’m very curious now, is this person a chef or an assassin, the kitchen knife in his hand seems like a weapon."
"Oh là là! If I cut vegetables like him, my hands would be full of holes, I’d probably even lose a few fingers."
"What’s he making now? Is it noodles too? These noodles look so glistening, they definitely seem delicious."
"Honestly speaking, I feel like what we’ve eaten these last couple of days is better than Michelin cuisine, but at a fraction of the cost, it’s simply amazing."
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