Interstellar Chef Raising a Baby

The photographer is most fortunate that he has aimed the lens at this beauty long ago, and the camera has been on.

This cool ramen technology does not seem to be something humans can do.

Even if the playback speed is doubled, it is estimated that some people can't believe it.

"This is amazing!"

"Damn! Beauty, you are going to heaven."

"Your hands are so powerful, does your husband know? I want to ask if he is very happy?"

"God, it's scary, what did you grow up with?"

"The robot didn't seem to move so fast just now, and the noodles pulled out are not so thin. This is even better than the robot!"

After Liu Weiwei tossed the noodles, she threw them all into the pot boiled in boiling water.

The dragon's whiskers, which are as slender as hair and even densely packed, look like snowy, but when the pot comes out, it resembles a raptor entering the river, directly suspending countless whirlpools in the boiling water.

The heat was strong, and after a cloud of smoke, the hot water was calm.

It seems that countless raptors have fallen into a temporary deep sleep, and maybe the clouds will rise in the next moment!

The people in the line held their breath one by one.

They couldn't believe that they could eat noodles that were so aggressive and leaky.

"This noodle is named Longbeard, which comes from the shape, but it also has auspicious meaning." Liu Weiwei smiled and took the next dough. "I hope that everyone who tastes this bowl of noodles today will live a long life and be like a proud dragon. Swing up."

In a word, the scene burst into enthusiastic applause.

Everyone's faces were originally written with admiration and convincing approval. Now it is full of gratitude for being blessed, and his tired face is almost completely renewed.

"Take a picture, I want to send it to Moments, I feel lucky for a whole year."

"I'll eat the noodles later, I'll buy the lottery ticket."

"Haha, I took a video, and it can be reposted for ten years~"

"You uneducated group, dragons can live for at least a thousand years, how can they flourish for a hundred years?"

Everyone smiled, it didn't look like they had just experienced catastrophe.

The photographer kept taking pictures of the people at the scene.

The reporter wanted to interview Liu Weiwei, but he couldn't get in at all.

Although both Liu Weiwei and Master Cai Mingkun did not reach the ultimate height of the noodle hall-level, this hand of dragon beard noodles cooperated tacitly, and even in the process of constant kneading and stretching, there was a feeling of entering into practice and making great martial arts. .

They couldn't hear all the noisy sounds of the surrounding world.

In front of me, there is only this white soft dough and thousands of mustard noodles; beside my ears, there are only the popping sound of the dough beating, the gluten kneading, and the water pot stewing...

Liu Weiwei didn't take out any timer, it was like counting the seconds.

When the slender noodles gradually floated to the surface of the pot and bubbling again, she quickly threw the new wave of dragon silk noodles into the pot, and at the same time, she quickly drew the undulating dragon silk noodles into the noodles. Out of the pot, it was poured into the chicken soup that Cai Lao had prepared.

She quickly sprinkled a handful of salt, sandwiched three green vegetables, dropped a handful of shredded chicken, and handed it to the first guest in the queue.

The young man with the dreadlocks almost knelt down, took it with trembling hands, and looked at Liu Weiwei with admiration, as if he had received a peerless baby who had been exposed.

He swallowed a big mouthful of saliva and sniffed hard, "It smells good!"

"Ah, is that better than what the robot made just now?"

"Oh my god, if I knew I would be waiting in line a little bit late? I want to eat this handmade noodle that is so cool that there are no friends."

"Does it taste good? Tell us, please try it quickly, don't tarnish our appetite."

The young man with dreadlocks didn't panic, and shook his head with personality, "Don't worry, don't worry, this masterpiece should be used slowly."

He pretended to be forced, and immediately received a bunch of Che and Hu to join him.

"Little handsome boy, you haven't got the chopsticks yet."

Liu Weiwei immediately let him break the power, and the audience laughed.

The dirty-braided man was even flushed, and when he saw the camera next to him, he was directly red to the base of his neck, "Ah, cut off the trouble just now and start over."

Everyone laughed arrogantly, and even the camera eldest brother laughed and the camera dangled.

The dirty braided man coughed, picked up his chopsticks unskillfully, and smashed several noodles into his mouth.

With a snoring, even the soup and noodles came into the mouth.

The eyes of everyone in the audience were on him, and everyone wanted to know how this amazing bowl of handmade dragon beard noodles tasted.

The man with dirty braids quickly chirped a few times, swallowed his face all over his throat, and then stared around.

He was silent and his eyes were dull, like a villain who had been tapped in an antique martial arts movie.

"...What's the matter? What's the matter? Speak!"

"This is the rhythm that is going to kill me."

"This brother is stupid, drag it out, the next one."

"Emma, ​​is this expression delicious or not?"

A group of people didn't read any effective information from his dumbfoundedness.

However, in the next second, when everyone wanted to give up and turn and leave, the man with dirty braids seemed to twitch all over, and suddenly woke up.

He didn't know how to use chopsticks at all, and he couldn't hold a single dragon beard noodles, but he tilted the bowl over, the chopsticks pulled frantically, and hundreds of noodles were rushed into his mouth frantically.

Before long, his cheeks bulged, and they were all stuffed with noodles and shredded green vegetables and chicken. Not even satisfied, he snorted and took a swig of the noodle soup.

That mouth will burst in the next second.

Everyone's hearts were lifted up, but the man with dirty braids clenched his fists abruptly and punched his chest twice, he just chewed all the things with his big mouth, and swallowed it down.

"Oh...ahhhhhh..."

The man with dreadlocks made a series of weird sounds, and his expression became wonderful, sometimes contented, sometimes intoxicated, sometimes excited, sometimes calm, and sometimes exciting.

I don't know, I thought he was playing bungee jumping.

The dirty-braided man finally licked the bowl clean and nodded frantically, "Delicious!"

Everyone can't wait to hammer him.

After waiting for a long time, I just waited for these two words.

"It's really delicious." The man with pigtails touched his stomach, and licked his mouth intently.

The others all cut.

But soon, everyone found that the second person in the line also got the hot dragon beard noodles, and his attention was instantly removed from the dirty braided man.

The second guest was a little girl with a schoolbag, and she followed her mother.

Liu Weiwei specially filled her with a small pink bowl.

This little girl is sweet and cute, with two tender apple muscles, Liu Weiwei can tell at a glance that she is the good girl that Comrade Qin Mo at home is thinking of.

Thinking of the little Bei Rou Bao at home again, she couldn't help but feel softer.

"Fun quiz: How old are you this year?"

"Auntie, I am eight years old~"

Liu Weiwei smiled and gave her dragon beard noodles, "The answer is correct, be careful."

When the little girl got it, she shouted thank you sweetly, and Liu Weiwei couldn't make it so crisp.

The little girl is really good, cute and caring.

Liu Weiwei's mother's heart was about to move in an instant.

After Xiaobei Baozi was three years old, he liked to run around in the barracks. As long as it didn't affect the training, anyone who saw him would hug him and take him everywhere.

When I was young, I was still limp, and would stick to her for a hug and kiss, but now I don’t know how to do it anymore. I pester people outside all day and say I want to learn this and that.

Hey……

When Liu Weiwei thought about it, she felt lost.

The son has been raised wildly by the major since he was a child.

Now I'd rather hug Xiao Bai and sleep with Xiao Hei than look for her.

Look at their daughter, her voice is tender, her eyes soft, and a little shy.

Wearing a small pink skirt, carrying a small school bag, and wearing two cute braids, it looks like a doll.

envy……

Liu Weiwei didn't think it was at the time, but now she also finds that Comrade Qin Mo's thinking is quite correct, and it is better for her daughter to be caring and lovely for longer.

"This mother, give you a little more, it is not easy to take a child." Liu Weiwei glanced at each other enviously, and the fun Q&A walked casually.

The two mothers and daughters thanked them very gratefully, and quickly walked aside to eat noodles.

They are relatively shy, but they are also happy to communicate with people around them.

Seeing the camera lens moved over, the little girl's mother also stood up and answered the reporter's questions bravely.

"This dragon beard noodles are eaten in your mouth, just like the previous little brother said, it's really delicious. The noodles are kneaded so fine, the texture is already very soft, but it is not completely rotten, but there is still a little elasticity. With a squeeze on your tongue, the noodles will melt before your teeth bite."

"This noodle soup is also very delicious. Just now the master said that it was cooked with shaved chicken bones in a pressure cooker. Eat a few chewy chicken shreds and drink a big mouthful of hot soup. The whole person is really warm. Sweaty."

The young mother looked at her little daughter embarrassedly, “My child is usually picky eaters and doesn’t like to drink nutrients. But today she told me that she was hungry, and she didn’t think it was enough to eat a small bowl. The taste is really good. I suggest everyone try it."

"The beautiful chef has good skills and a good heart."

The reporter nodded contentedly, "Thank you for your answer, I will try it too."

Such a cool dragon beard noodles, if you miss this village, you won't have this shop.

The dragon beard noodles in the five-star restaurant are sold for more than 50,000 yuan by a super chef, and the handsome production process is not seen.

It’s free today, just answer one question.

Don't line up for a bowl, that's a fool!

Journalists are also very smart these days, not to mention that they can still work while queuing.

He clicked on his intellectual brain, and quickly found the question from his boss.

"What's the matter? What about your press release? What about the cut video? It's really impossible. Tell me, I can give you a live broadcast location. Other websites have already flown, and we are still squatting in the pit. What are you doing? Did you go to the scene?"

A lot of greetings show that the editor's anger has reached its peak.

The reporter blinked and took a look at the situation of his colleagues sent by the editor-in-chief.

He was a little nervous at first when he was scolded, but when he watched other people's videos, he chuckled.

"Hey, it's a win."

"Today, my red underwear blessed my luck and killed those guys in seconds. It's easy!"

"Come on, Brother Li, quickly take the cool tornado trick-handmade dragon beard noodles, and send it to the editor-in-chief. This is an exclusive headline! We won!"