Yan Tianxing's movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, the dough changes in his hands, and the noodles are already slipped away in a short time.

He put the slipped noodles, sprinkled with clear oil, and then asked Mo Shangyun: "Which kind of weight do you want to eat?"

"Anyway."

Mo Shangyun is really not picky about this.

So Yan Tianxing turned around and began to pull noodles. This thing is a very technical job, but to Yan Tianxing, there is nothing wrong with it except that he has a stronger sense of disobedience. He held both ends of the noodles with his hands, and his arms were stretched out evenly. The two were folded in half and placed in the fingers of one hand. The other hand hooked the downward end. The palm turned up to make the noodles form a noose shape. Stretch out on both sides... just repeat this.

Each half-fold is called "one button", and he chose thin noodles, which requires nine buttons.

In his place, it seems no difficulty.

Mo Shangjun simply kicked over the small bench, and then sat on it, holding his chin with one hand, looking up at Yan Tianxing's noodles, the thin noodles forming in his hands a little bit.

Do not have a taste.

Soon, Yan Tianxing pulled the noodles, nine buckles, no more and no less, the thin noodles were rooted in his hands, soft and beautiful.

It is hard to imagine that such a pair of hands holding a knife and a gun can actually do this kind of work.

After pulling the noodles well, Yan Tianxing was ready to boil hot water to cook the pot, but Mo Shangyun was enthusiastic on the side: "Come again."

Squinting her, Yan Tianxing frowned lightly, "You can't finish eating."

"Don't you eat?" Mo Shangyun asked with raised eyebrows.

"..."

It is fake to care whether he eats or not, and it is true to see him perform acrobatics.

Ben didn't want to take care of her, but her eagerness to try didn't seem to be easy to pass. Yan Tianxing had a headache and picked up noodles and continued to pull a bowl.

Thanks to the fact that he didn't make much weight, there was no more noodles after two pulls.

The most rare operation is over. The next is Yan Tianxing's special job. Mo Shangyun is not too rare to look at. He stands up and stretches out, holding a plate, and slips to add a plate of kimchi.

When Yan Tianxing cooked the noodles, Mo Shangyun successfully consumed a small piece of sour radish.

Yan Tianxing: "..."

His ramen is not as attractive as this kimchi?

I don't know what to think, Yan Tianxing's face suddenly became a bit dark, picked up the ramen noodles and went to the ink on the Yun, put the noodles on the small table in front of her, and somehow deliberately or inadvertently, moved the pickle plate a little.

"Thanks."

Mo Shangyun is also polite, just pick up the chopsticks and start eating.

Don't really say that although it was the first time he made it, the taste was still there.

Compared with the authentic, it is definitely not that taste, but compared with the real novice, it is one or two grades higher.

The hot noodles were sent to the mouth. In this hot summer, sweat came out in a blink of an eye. Mo Shangjun just wanted to wipe it, Yan Tianxing lost a pack of tissues, and Mo Shangyun reached out and grabbed it again. Thanks.

Yan Tianxing returned to the stove and cooked bowl noodles for himself.

However, when the noodles were about to get out of the pot, the afterglow of the eyes saw two figures flashing outside, clearly one foot was about to step in, but as soon as he saw him, he turned and left.

When Yan Tianxing was in a bad mood, he calmed down when he saw the voice, "Don't come in and sit down?"

"Instructor Yan!"

"Instructor Yan!"

Subei and Ding Jing stopped one after another, turned and pestered at the door, and then greeted Yan Tianxing in a serious way.

But at the same time, don't forget to use the afterglow to communicate.

—Isn’t it said that all the cooks are not there?

——Yan Tianxing and Mo Shangyun are not cooks, but the ghost knows that they are here in a quiet meeting? !

Northern Jiangsu Ding Jing rolled his eyes.

Ding Jing snorted.

The friendship between the two men, which was hard to build up, turned into a bubble without a trace.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Tianxing asked.

"Foraging."

Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids and helped the two of them answer.

These two things, after all, have nothing to do with it, and you know what to do at a glance.

Yan Tian Xing Liangliang glanced at Mo Shangyun.

He was uncomfortable staring at him, and Mo Shangyun tilted his head, and said loudly, "Report?"

Yan Tianxing: "..."

The atmosphere between these two people is, as always... complicated.

There was a scorching sun above his head, and Ding Jing had no intention of staying in place, opening his mouth and saying: "Then, if it's okay, let's go."

As a result, before turning around, I heard a slightly smiling voice behind me, "Come all here, why are you in a hurry?"

Step forward.

"..."

Ding Jing gave Beibei a sideways look.

Subei looked at her, frowning slightly.

This... she really didn't know!

Ding Jing raised his eyebrows, then raised his legs and walked into the operation room.

Compared to Northern Jiangsu, she believes in Mo Shangyun more.

"Are there any food?" Ding Jing walked directly to Mo Shangyun in a circle to avoid Yan Tianxing.

Mo Shangyun glanced in the direction of Yan Tianxing.

Ding Jing didn't have any hope, he found a stool to sit with Mo Shangyun, and took a pair of chopsticks to eat the plate of kimchi.

At this time Bu Yirong and Subei didn't know what to say, just walked in, and Bu Yirong said a few words with Yan Tianxing, and borrowed the pot of soup that Mo Shangyun boiled. Noodles or something.

Yan Tianxing also has no control.

He was so blatantly opening a small stove for Mo Jun, and he couldn't care about who to open a small stove for.

"Lying trough."

Ding Jing bit his cheek gang and grunted, then bit off the crunchy carrot.

Grandma is a bear, she looks like a light bulb pestle here? !

Mo Shangyun gave her a pityful look, "Did you not eat in the cafeteria?"

"No."

Ding Jing answered angrily.

She and Subei met the 907 people on the road, which happened to be Zhong Lingyue, Du Wuwei, Ji Shen. After the exercises a few days ago, Liangzi on both sides must have been knotted, and neither side was good. Since it is impossible to sit down and talk and drink tea calmly when you meet it, you will naturally get up.

No, it delayed a little time and missed lunch directly.

The fatal thing is, even if you come to the guest, the meal time of 907 is fixed, and if you exceed the time, you will not eat.

Zhong Lingyue, Du Wuwei and others went away with fate, but Subei and Ding Jing were never "fate-admitted" people. They used to be able to eat in the cooking class at gS9, but now they are in other people's homes. The site was even more unscrupulous, and now they went around in a circle, making sure that all the cooks were not in the operating room, and the two of them came so blatantly.

Unexpectedly, Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing met.

Oh no, there is another step to follow.

The first and second leaders of gS9 are here, and she may not be able to eat it well.

Anyway, there is a little kimchi to fill her poor stomach.

Mo Shangyun smiled and raised his head toward Step to allow him to ask: "Instructor Step, is it for three people?"

"Not enough points."

Take out the leftover noodles from the cooking class, and answer with a smile.

"So eccentric, isn't it?"

Bu Yirong looked at Yan Tianxing with a smile, and then asked: "Is it?"

Subei came over and directly reached out and grabbed a dried radish into his mouth, saying: "Relax, he ate."

The implication is that it was for her and Ding Jing for the two people to share, not to eat.

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

Feeling that the dried radish tastes good, Subei asked: "Is there any?"

"there."

Mo Shangjun pointed to the location of the pickle jar.

Picking up the almost eaten kimchi dish, Subei grabbed the chopsticks in Ding Jing's hand and walked directly to the kimchi jar.

Mo Shangyun delivered ramen to his mouth with satisfaction.

"Why do your noodles look different?" Ding Jing looked at the noodles on both sides.

"Instructor Yan pulled it," Mo Shangyun said with a smile, and raised his eyebrows at Yan Tianxing. "Is it?"

Yan Tianxing put the tableware on the table and sat down next to her.

However, she ignored her.

Mo Shangyun just laughed.

Who doesn't know that he is upset?

"That's okay," Ding Jing heartily sighed, "Yuan Instructor is good at craftsmanship."

"..."

Yan Tianxing ignored her.

Ding Jing shrugged his shoulders, and now he has become accustomed to things that are difficult to communicate with Yan Tianxing.

In the time that Bu Yirong gave them the following article, two plates of kimchi came up from the northern end of the north. Subei and Ding Jing ate the kimchi teething festival, and Mo Shangyun also ate it with sandwiches, but occasionally they also gave Yan Tianxing a little. —— Sometimes, complicity is necessary

However, although Yan Tianxing was very unhappy, the kimchi had all arrived in the bowl, and he did not refuse it, and gave it to him.

Ding Jing and Su Bei frowned.

Gee...

This scene is really strange.

With ready-made noodles, Bu Rong quickly prepared two bowls and served them to Subei and Ding Jing.

He stood beside North Jiangsu, straightened her training hat that was so hot that he was crooked, and said, "Go to me after eating."

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

It’s been a long time since I wrote daily, and I’m a little addicted. (ノへ￣、)

The new training is afraid to wait for a while.

There is another chapter.