With the host's surprised exclamation echoing, waves of gasps arose from the audience who were watching Qin Lang's movements on the big screen.
Far from diminishing after these outbursts, the gasps seemed to intensify.
Under countless stares, Qin Lang's hands danced with a strange rhythm.
Moving in tandem was the dough, which had just been unwrapped from the cling film, fully awakened after a sufficient rest period.
No, referring to it as dough now might be a bit of a misnomer.
Under Qin Lang's deft movements, a lump of dough that he pulled from the mixture was quickly stretched into a long strip. Then, with a crisscross movement of his hands, where the ends met, he stretched it again.
Once, twice.
In just a few breaths, what was once a thick strip of dough became a bundle of handmade noodles, very similar in thickness to the ones we see every day.
