Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1235, page 1124: Saliva Floods the Hotel

Listen to the chubby girl tell me about what happened in the kitchen of Jiweilou today.

The audience was completely stunned, as if they were listening to a myth.

Everyone has eaten or seen pulled noodles; they're similar to ramen.

It involves stretching the dough to both sides, folding it in half when it reaches a certain point, stretching it again, folding it in half again, and stretching it again, repeating this process.

Each time the noodles are stretched, the number of noodles doubles.

Thirteen times, which is two to the power of thirteen, more than eight thousand noodles.

A single noodle is over a meter long, which is as tall as Mount Everest.

Can dough really be stretched that many times?

In a typical noodle shop, five or six servings are usually enough; seven servings, and 128 strands will be very thin.

Each time, the difficulty increases exponentially. Thirteen times, more than eight thousand pieces—is that something a human could do?

In his youth, he could stretch it fifteen times, totaling over 32,000 strands. Is that even human?

"Holy crap, it really is!" Er Ya exclaimed, pulling out her phone.

The search box displayed several keywords: [Suzhou], [Master of Noodles], [Pulled Noodles], [Fifteen]

And indeed, it was found in the search results.

There were also news reports.

That was news from 1994: Bai Guanyu, the "King of Suzhou Noodles," broke the world record by stretching noodles fifteen times.

The noodles are 5.6 times the length of Mount Everest.

There was even a TV report at the time. Although the picture wasn't very clear, you could still see a middle-aged man dressed as a chef stretching noodles over and over again.

Stretching exercises combine strength and grace—super cool!

The noodles cascaded down the air like a silver waterfall, until they were completely obscured, appearing as a large, transparent clump of mist.

Finally, the noodles were spread out on the cutting board, and the camera was shoved extremely close. It took several adjustments to the focus to get a clear shot; they were much thinner than a strand of hair.

The ruler was completely useless; the millimeter mark was far too wide compared to a noodle.

It was only through the use of specialized equipment that it was determined that the diameter of a single noodle was only 0.1 millimeters.

A human hair is only 0.2 to 0.4 millimeters thick...

A bunch of people were gathered on the street in the middle of the night watching the video, their mouths never closing.

Is this some kind of exaggerated claim?

It's scary, okay.

But the chubby girl's focus is different from others.

She stared at the chef in the video for a long time, then exclaimed in surprise, "It really is Chef Bai! Wow, Chef Bai was quite handsome when he was young!"

The other six men simultaneously threw knives at her eyes.

You dare bring that up again!

It makes me angry just talking about this!
I really want to beat you to death, you bastard!

Have you ever eaten noodles cooked in a clear broth with boiled cabbage, or noodles made by hand by a noodle master?

Who are you trying to drive crazy?!

The internal staff are amazing!!!
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After parting ways with the chubby girl.

Liang Yue and her group of six returned to the hotel, but none of them slept well that night.

It wasn't because I was jealous that the chubby girl ate a bowl of noodles.

Of course, it is indeed "hateful" that insiders receive special treatment.

However, what kept them from sleeping was their dreams.

I dreamt all night about the taste of boiled cabbage in water.

His drool soaked the pillow, and he was talking nonsense in his sleep because he was so hungry.

It's all things like, "Chicken soup wontons, let's not contact each other anymore, I'm afraid boiled cabbage will misunderstand..."

Less than 24 hours later, they had already abandoned the chicken soup wontons that they were so reluctant to swallow and so reluctant to stop eating.

They get bored with the old and crave the new way too quickly.

Pooh!
The next morning, before six o'clock.

Liang Yue and the others all woke up.

I can't sleep, I'm so hungry and thirsty.

I got up quickly and drank a bottle of mineral water to replenish my fluids, which helped me feel a little better.

But the hunger in my stomach just wouldn't go away. It's amazing that all the food I ate yesterday was digested overnight.

They each brought plum probiotic jelly, just in case their stomachs couldn't handle eating and drinking too much.

But none of it was necessary. I ate hot pot for lunch and so many spicy dishes for dinner, and I didn't even get a sore throat.

No wonder some people from Sichuan, Chongqing, Hubei, and Jiangxi say that chili peppers don't cause internal heat, and that they can eat as much as they want without getting a sore throat.

It's true.

Jiweilou's chili peppers are of good quality, and they don't cause internal heat.

Since we're already up and hungry, let's get moving and stop dawdling.

The group of six quickly washed up, packed their things, and headed to Jiweilou.

Er Ya and the others ordered their food halfway through the journey.

He specifically asked for chicken soup wontons. Sigh, young people these days...

At 6:30, as soon as Jiweilou opened its doors, Liang Yue and her group rushed in and headed straight for the breakfast counter.

Today, the same Chef Jiao who made breakfast yesterday was also making the buns, wontons, and noodles, and it was still his four apprentices.

Yesterday, Mengjie and Erya learned about the dishes, but only by tasting them; they didn't see how they were made.

I finally got to see it today. Even though it was just a breakfast pastry, it broadened my horizons considerably, giving me a glimpse into the nascent world of culinary arts.

No wonder so many people enjoy watching cooking videos; those who cook well are truly captivating.

The few ignorant guys were so shocked that they kept yelling and screaming all the way.

Having already seen it once, Liang Yue and Xiang Boming took on the responsibility of ordering food.

Chicken soup wontons, topped up.

Two plates of "Forget-Wife Buns," please, for those two newly acquainted male compatriots.

The crispy beef patties aren't ready yet, so please wait a bit.

There are also Liang Yue and Xiang Boming's own.

Chongqing noodles, red oil wontons, dan dan noodles, hot dry noodles, and pan-fried buns.

It's all because of what I said about making noodles yesterday; they really wanted noodles this morning.

Each of the four people had a large tray, which was completely full and took up several tables.

While engrossed in chewing, he exclaimed in surprise.

While waiting for the main force to join them.

Who is the main force?

It's Old Liang and the others; they made an appointment yesterday.

Not long after we sat down, the main group arrived; it was the same people as yesterday, not a single one missing.

However, unlike Liang Yue and the others, they had a table full of food.

Each of these grandfathers only brought one or two dishes.

Only the two young men received more.

While we were eating and chatting, I learned that they had gone to a real estate agency early that morning.

They say the houses in Tianhan are really cheap; the houses in the neighboring community are only six or seven thousand yuan per square meter.

They all plan to buy a house and stay there for a few months each year.

I can come here every day, right next to Jiweilou.

There's a long road ahead, so let's take it slow and try one or two different things each day. Eventually, we'll be able to try all the breakfast options here!

Cow batch!

They're all so rich!

It's no exaggeration to say that eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and prostitution can all be discussed together.

We ate, drank, chatted, and recommended food to each other. Every bite was fresh and delicious, bringing us immense joy.

As time passed, minute by minute.

The group ate more and more slowly, and began to constantly check their watches.

I came to Jiweilou so early today not just for breakfast, but for something important.

At 6:55, Mr. Liang, Mr. Hou, and Xiang Boming were already waiting at the front desk.

At exactly seven o'clock, I managed to snag the first table at Chef Lin Changxian's Hundred Birds Feast for the evening.

Oh dear, mission accomplished! I can finally relax and be happy all day...

(End of this chapter)