The youtiao let out a crisp cracking sound and broke into two pieces in Huang Fei's hand. The White dough was exposed at the broken part and it gave off a burnt smell of youtiao.
"It's oily but not greasy, and it has the fragrance of flour. It should be the wheat ground this morning. " Huang Fei thought.
Because he had opened it with his hands, Huang Fei naturally put down the half of the youtiao in his left hand, then stared at his own hands with a burning gaze.
As expected, his hands were as dry as before.
"This is simply impossible." Huang Fei pinched the youtiao in his hand in disbelief. Only then did his hand get stained with a layer of oil.
This time, Huang Fei was completely dumbfounded. To be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that there was still some oil on his hand, Huang Fei would have suspected that this youtiao wasn't fried.
For a moment, Huang Fei was wondering if the deep-fried dough sticks could be steamed.
"How is it?" Wang Qiang said.
