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Duan Hong took out the dough from the noodle bowl and poured it on the cutting board with a layer of oil. Then, he placed the dough on the cutting board until it was flat.

During the slapping process, Duan Hong's legs naturally spread apart and he took a firm horse stance, swaying his rhythmic arms.

< p > ”Pa Pa Pa.”

Inside the kitchen, the sound of boiling water and cooking was drowned out by the sound of Duan Hong slapping his hands on the table.

The chefs cast sidelong glances at him and thought in their hearts: From the looks of it, he seemed to have learned how to cook for a few days. Wouldn't it be a waste of his stamina to do this?

How could food taste so good if you didn't put your heart into it?

In an instant, the dough on the chopping board became like a blanket being placed on top of it. He folded the dough back up and slapped it again, and after a while, Duan Hong poured another layer of oil on it.

Chef Wang was quite knowledgeable as he looked at Duan Hong in surprise. He didn't expect that Duan Hong would be so skilled at cooking at such a young age.

Duan Hong rubbed the dough repeatedly as if it was a toy. After a while, Duan Hong nodded with a smile, grabbed both ends of the dough with his hands, and shook it up and down. The dough hit the chopping board, making a cracking sound as it turned into a long strip.

Suddenly, Duan Hong's movements sped up. His two hands continuously weaved around, pummeling up and down, or wringing his face until it became a fried dough twist, as he punched again. That side of his body seemed to be dancing happily between his two hands.

Chef Wang was attracted by Duan Hong's actions and was stunned. He was unable to clearly see how Duan Hong's hands were used to pull the noodles.

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> All that could be seen was a ball of oily dough, which had now turned into a thin noodle and was moving at double the speed.

It was only until the end when the noodles became noodles as thick as chopsticks that Duan Hong's hands stopped moving.

Chef Wang was quite knowledgeable as he looked at Duan Hong in surprise. He didn't expect that Duan Hong would be so skilled at cooking at such a young age.

He flipped open the pot and saw that it had no time to lose. The pot was open at that moment, and he threw the noodles into the soup.

< p > Then put the garlic and pig's blood into the pot and cover it again.

Duan Hong heaved a sigh of relief. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that all the chefs in the kitchen had their eyes on him.

When he thought about how Third Master often told him to keep a low profile, he never thought that making a face would attract the attention of the chefs.

Chef Wang had yet to awaken from his graceful and magnificent actions just now when a unique fragrance drifted over, unconsciously making him salivate.

Chef Wang did not come to his senses until Duan Hong placed the noodles into a bowl, only to see that the two of them had a fresh color, the noodles seemed to be elastic, the large intestine and the pig's blood were not rotten at all, were placed on top of the bowl in a perfect condition.

< p > ”Gurgle.”

Chef Wang swallowed his saliva and hurriedly blocked Duan Hong, who was walking out with his head lowered. He asked excitedly, ”You — can you give me the method of making the noodles?

Duan Hong saw that Chef Wang's face was full of holes. There were ravines everywhere, and the ravines were filled with oil and mud. Only those who had stayed in the kitchen for a long time would be able to brew this kind of skin.

The sincerity on his face couldn't be feigned.

Duan Hong could not bear to refuse, and said: ”If I have the time, I will definitely teach you. You must also work hard.”

The chefs at the side of the hall almost fell over. He — he was actually teaching the head chef of the First Dining Hall of the People's Hospital?

Moreover, Director Wang seemed to enjoy it. His rosy eyes seemed to be moved to tears.

Duan Hong could not take it anymore and hurriedly left.

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