The life I long for is the God of Food

He Jiong counted it carefully and said in surprise: "Ah, 16 pleats, Mr. Huang is so amazing!".

"It's okay, it's okay, I've learned a lot before. "

Huang Lei pretended to be modest and said: "When I took the noodle chef's certificate, there must be more than 15 folds on the bun to be qualified, I used to be able to wrap up to 20, but now my craftsmanship is a little regressive." "

"It's exquisite, 20 pleats..".

Zu'er sighed beside him: "How did that come out?" "

He Jiong smiled and said: "No wonder there is a hurtful saying that there are more folds on your face than buns, it turns out that this is how it came..".

"Haha..".

"I've got one too. "

Song Shan picked up his bag and showed it to everyone.

Zu'er hurriedly leaned up and counted the pleats, "1, 2, 3: Wow, the teacher alone has 15 pleats, it's amazing." "

Song Dan smiled and said, "It seems that I can also be a pastry chef." "

Ying Bao secretly counted the folds on the bun she packed, and there were only seven, and she suddenly had the urge to remove the heavy bag.

"Oops, you're rolling it out too fast..".

He Jiong suddenly exclaimed.

When everyone saw it, they were stunned.

I saw that the rolling pin in Yu Nong's right hand was gently rubbed, and a piece of dough was rolled out, and then flew out and was neatly arranged on the board.

Yu Nong's movements were so fast, just like the dealer in the casino dealing cards, everyone was dazzled.

"666, this hand speed, like a machine gun. "

"I'm handsome, I'm thick, and I'm making noodles online!".

"Oh, there's a fellow upstairs, add a friend first. "

"Ahem.. Brother, leave me a website..".

Everyone no longer bothered to count the folds on the buns, and began to concentrate on making buns non-stop.

But they soon found out helplessly that the five of them were in a hurry, and the speed of the wrapping was far less than the speed of thick rolling dough.

"Forget it. "

Yu Nong's speed suddenly slowed down.

"I'll pack it too. "

Everyone was stunned, so who would roll the dough.

"My God..".

He Jiong's eyes widened and he froze.

Others are stupid.

Yu Nong did start to help make the buns, but he was also rolling the dough.

I saw him holding a rolling pin in his right hand to roll out a piece of dough, and with a gentle flick, he threw it right on his left hand.

Then the left hand taps on the minced meat and jelly like a dragonfly, and the five fingers are together, and a small long bao is wrapped.

"My eyes can't keep up with Yu Nong's hands at all!".

"This is too showy, it makes my scalp tingle!".

"It's a familiar scene. "

"Wife, come out and see, this time it's really the live-action version of "Little Master China"!".

The whole process is like a smooth flow and is extremely natural.

Looking at the thickly wrapped xiaolongbao, the pleats at the top bloom like flowers, which is dazzling.

“1、2、3..."

Zuer was so shocked that she almost didn't jump.

"My brother's buns, there's. There are 36 pleats!".

Huang Lei was stunned, Song Shan was also stunned, and everyone was stunned.

"36 pleats, how is it possible?!".

Almost lost his voice.

But it's true, on the small bun, the flower pleats are blooming, and they are extremely exquisite.

Compared with Yu Nongbao's steamed buns, the steamed buns with the highest level of Yellow Thunder Buns are also like a clumsy product from the hands of an apprentice.

"I'll go, is this a bun? It's so pretty. "

"I can't even eat it if I want it. "

"Can this apply for a Guinness World Record or something?"

"A master pastry chef can't make 36 pleats. "

"Call my husband Yu Nong crazy!".

...

"I suddenly lost my confidence as a chef...

Huang Lei Cui was depressed.

He Jiong quietly asked, "Teacher Huang, I've known Nong Nong for so long, so your self-confidence is still there?"

"Haha..".

"But don't say it..".

Song Danshan also sighed and said: "I'm embarrassed to wrap it, I feel like I can't take it at all.. My brother is so good. "

"Yes, such a beautiful bun, when it is steamed, how can you be willing to put it down. "

Ying Bao carefully held Yu Nongbao's bun, no matter how much she looked at it, she couldn't get enough of it.

"Brother, you're really amazing!".

Zu'er's eyes were full of adoring little stars, if it weren't for Yu Nong's busy hands, she would have to give Yu Nong a big hug.

Marvel to marvel, inferiority to inferiority, the bag of buns still have to continue to pack.

Soon the crowd was hit again.

Because Yu Nong rolls the dough with one hand and wraps the buns with the other, the speed of the continuous wrapping is faster than them, and the rolled out dough still keeps them busy.

How terrifying that is this.

"Technique is close to the way..".

Huang Lei suddenly remembered what Yu Nong had said.

The level of such buns is indeed close to the realm of Taoism.

However, what shocked him was that every food that Yu Nong has made from the beginning to the present is the pinnacle.

He's only a few years old, how the hell did he practice?

In less than twenty minutes, all the xiao long bao was wrapped.

No more, no less, exactly two hundred.

"Boil water, put on the steamer!".

The water used to steam the small pot is also the water of Chitose Spring.

This time, there is no need to use rosewood as firewood, ordinary firewood is used.

The fire, the stove, the cauldron, and on the pot are two drawers of bamboo steamers that Yu Nong has just made.

There are 12 in each basket and 16 steamers, almost all of them are full.

In five minutes, white water began to bubble out of the boiler, and everyone was shocked by the fragrance.

"It smells so good, it smells so good!".

A voice rang out from the courtyard gate.

Batu, who was carrying three bamboos, was covered in sweat, and ran to the stove after dropping the bamboo.

"Wow! buns, our buns!".

There are also Dahua and Peng Peng, who don't know where to smell the fragrance, and they also rushed in.

Before the fragrance came out of the pot, it seduced everyone's gluttony.