After water was added to the flour on the cutting board, Ye Chenfeng skillfully kneaded it into dough, slamming it against the board time and again until it quickly transformed into a long strip of dough lumps.
In Ye Chenfeng's hands, the long strip of dough whirled rapidly through the air, thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye, already taking on the shape of hand-pulled noodles.
The fine and elastic noodles danced in the sky like silver dragons, a sight so beautiful that Monkey and Tang Xin, standing at the kitchen doorway, held their breath. They racked their brains but never imagined that Ye Chenfeng's culinary skills could be so exquisite?
"Am I dreaming? Is this really my boss?" Monkey's mind still vividly remembered the scene of Ye Chenfeng taking on a hundred foes just moments ago! How had his boss turned into a chef more professional than professional chefs in the blink of an eye?
