The Legendary Salted Fish of Longing Life

Chapter 8 Can’t Control the Power of the Wild (Eight Changes) The Legend of Longing for Life Salted Fish Chapter 8 Can’t Control the Power of the Wild (Eight Changes). stand up.

How to say that those audiences also have some old drivers.

"This technique is so powerful and neat, I think that's the case with the top masters."

"As I have been in the pastry industry for several years, I can only express my admiration for the craftsmanship of Lin Heng."

"This one is called Lin Heng. Was it the chef of some restaurant in the past?"

There was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room, but Lin Heng was not affected. His technique was still clean and full of beauty.

There was a "bang".

The dough fell into the bowl, beating slightly, and then slowly stopped in the bowl.

This scene caused Huang Lei to take a breath.

According to legend, this is what the top pastry chefs can do. Only the strength of the palm of the hand allows the dough to achieve such strength and flexibility.

Even his Huang Xiaochu can't do this.

"Teacher Huang, it's finished, just let the dough wake up later." Lin Heng said to Teacher Huang.

"Oh, yes, yes." Huang Lei reacted, and then looked at Lin Heng fiercely.

"Teacher Huang, that I don't like men, Teacher He is there." Lin Heng felt Huang Lei's fiery eyes, and a sharp shot, said quickly.

"Huh..." He Jiong was stunned.

"Teacher He." Huang Lei said with a smile, "I don't like men, let alone Teacher He."

"Bah, Huang Lei, do I like you?" He Jiong vomited.

"Jongjiong, let's not talk about this first." Huang Lei quickly stopped the slightly dirty topic, he looked at Lin Heng, "Heng Heng, have you ever been a chef in a restaurant? You have such an excellent craftsmanship. I just saw it in top chefs."

"Ms. Huang, you can say yes or no." Lin Heng explained.

"Not much." Teacher Huang put the kitchen knife on the stove, "Today's fried noodles, you can make it."

"Teacher Huang, you know the salted fish..." Before Lin Heng finished speaking, he saw Mr. Huang's right hand on the kitchen knife.

"I always feel like I can't control the wild power in my body now." Teacher Huang said hehe.

The audience in the live room burst into laughter.

"Now I feel that Teacher Huang is really cute."

"Teacher Huang is like an old naughty boy, and he still has great power in his body."

"Salted fish Lin Heng can't make salted fish."

"I'm not happy to see Lin Heng like this. What should I do with my Fat Di."

"Yeah yeah."

"Teacher Huang, I can make the fried noodles at night, but you will still be the mainstay in the future," Lin Heng said.

"Teacher Huang, then follow Lin Heng's words. Anyway, you came to the mushroom house to cook." He Jiong smiled beside him.

"Well, I also heard that Mr. Huang's cooking is delicious." Dahua nodded.

As laymen, He Jiong and Dahua don't know what Lin Heng's approach just now represents.

Huang Lei looked at He Jiong and the others helplessly, but finally nodded, "Okay, Hengheng, just do what you said, but tonight, I'll fight."

"Okay, Teacher Huang." Lin Heng glanced to one side, "Fat Di, just bet."

"Did I say anything just now?" Di Lieba said blankly.

The acting still looks a little good.

"Oh." Lin Heng left a meaningful response and walked to the stove.

In those hours, Huang Lei had already cut the ingredients, and now Lin Heng only needs to make the sauce.

Pour a small amount of cooking oil into the pot, Lin Heng pours the pork belly into the pot and starts to stir fry.

If you want to cook the perfect noodles, two things are very important. One is noodles and the other is sauce.

That is the core of the noodles.

When the pork belly was stir-fried, a tempting aroma came over.

That is the right state of the meat being cooked.

"It smells so fragrant," He Jiong murmured.

He Jiong has eaten many fried bean paste noodles, Huang Lei has also eaten it, but no fried bean paste noodles are as tempting as the fried bean paste noodles in Lin Heng's hands.

Dili Reba's eyes were full of light, she couldn't wait to rush over, but thinking that it was Lin Heng, Di Lieba became entangled again.

Because in that case, it means she has surrendered.

Lin Heng was not disturbed and continued to add other ingredients to make the sauce more delicious and attractive.

Soon after.

"Alright." Lin Heng poured the sauce into a large bowl and closed the lid.

He Jiong and the others can only look at them eagerly.

"Teacher He, help me clean this pot, I'm going to make noodles now," Lin Heng said.

"Okay, I'm here to fight tonight." Teacher Huang nodded.

"Boom"

Lin Heng tapped the dough with his right hand, and the dough bounced slightly, full of elasticity.

"Not bad." Lin Heng smiled and took out the dough.

Although the flour is not the top flour, under Lin Heng's craftsmanship, this dough has reached its limit.

Taking out the rolling pin, Lin Heng gently flattened the dough and rolled it to an appropriate thickness.

At the same time, a pot filled with water was placed on the earthen stove.

After a while.

Looking at the pot with bubbles bursting, Lin Heng swept the knife in his hand, and the noodles flew up and fell into the boiling water.

You can see the boiling water, and the noodles inside are uniform in thickness.

It's almost like art, it's performance.

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