Li Han and Uncle Quan, nephew and uncle, were both serving themselves noodles on their plates.
Li Han's face turned pale.
On the plate was a glittering golden 'noodle braid'; he poked it with his chopsticks and the recoiled dough had an incredible elasticity, feeling like a tightly stretched rubber band.
He glanced over at the expressionless judge.
Then at the smile on the young chief chef's face, Li Han silently gritted his teeth and muttered, "I want to see how the 'Seven Countries United Fried Noodles', without a recipe, can surpass the original—"
With that thought, he opened his mouth.
Slurp!
The noodles were suctioned into his mouth, and Li Han gently chewed, his poker face showing a trace of astonishment.
"Elasticity... indeed astonishing!"
"Repeatedly pounding the beef to break its tendons, giving the beef noodles a springy texture similar to beef balls?"
