MTL - Kitchen Xiuzhen-Chapter 85 [85] Bai Luolong spins! [2/3]
"Did it start?"
Just then, a voice came out from the crowd, and Wang Zhe gasped to the front.
Behind him was a helpless Wang Ye.
"Huh ... okay, it's not over yet!"
Wang Zhe smiled at his father, and then saw the lump of flour in front of Luo Xiusheng: "Hey, thanks to me, I also have a credit for this natural flour!"
"You kid!"
Wang Yan shook his head. This flour, Wang Zhe indeed contributed.
When improving the rank of the Tianxue Yuling Valley, in addition to the three-in-one spiritual value husbands group Lin Lin, Lin Qiuli, and Ye Weilan, there were also Luo Xiu, Wang Xi, and Wang Zhe.
The watering of light and fire is the key to eventually becoming the ultimate treasure.
The golden appearance is that it absorbs light and heat, like the baptism of the sun.
Photosynthesis!
That's what Luo Xiu said just now.
Although there are three earth, wood, and water cultures in the Xueyuling Valley this day, it also contains the energy of the sun, which is the attributes of light and fire, plus the attributes of its own ice system. This heavenly material contains The energy is undoubtedly complex and plentiful.
Therefore, the spiritual spring required for this noodle is much more than ordinary flour.
boom!
A bucket of water!
A whole bucket of Lingquan was placed beside him by Luo Xiu, and then—
Wow!
Luo Xiu poured out the golden sky flour, spread it on the smooth desk, and mixed in the right amount of salt ... beside him, he put two more fire-red palm-sized eggs.
Fifth-order Dibao-Yun Yu Ling Sparrow!
The gift of ecstasy is the egg of the spirit beast Yunyu Lingque, with a powerful fire psionic energy.
After doing all this, Luo Xiu finally took out his Bai Luo family's pastry sticks-Bai Luo Zhenlun stick, and yeast.
boom!
As everyone stared at Luo Xiu, the soul stick of Luo Xiu's hands was stained with a trace of yeast and moved without wind.
Huhushengfeng.
call--
An unjustified wind floated wantonly.
In the pasta ancestral hall surrounded by countless people, a slight whirlwind was faintly blown. Gong Yuhui heard the wind, and her hair was blown up by the wind, revealing her beautiful face that was always facing the sky in the morning and her incredible eyes.
Luo Xiu's technique of making noodles this time is even more exaggerated, and the power in his hand is so great.
The blue tendons of his hands, like a grinding disc, made a crunching sound ... The stick waved suddenly.
The loud cracking sound made everyone's eyelids jump.
Snapped!
I saw the black noodle stick, suddenly inserted into the face of the mountain, Luo Xiu holding Bailuo Zhenhun stick quiet and cold expression, eyes did not see a slight undulation.
Click--
Suddenly, he turned his hands, and the noodle stick moved in circles.
A beautiful circle suddenly appeared in the air, soft and beautiful like an artistic circle ... like a painter or a calligrapher, splashing ink, unrestrained.
Hula!
The wind was more pronounced.
Not only the palace emblem, but there was a lot of commotion in the entire courtyard.
Even Nie Xuankong's eyes were faint. He looked at Luo Xiu's movements, and the flour was thrown into the air.
Beamy, but at this moment.
Wow!
With another hand, Luo Xiu stirred the Lingquan in the vat next to him. The sweet water quality, such as the whale swallowing water, was directly led by him to the spinning Bai Luo soul stick.
A beautiful picture scroll was displayed in front of everyone.
Diversion and agitation, such as chopping waves, can not speak freehand naturally.
"Too ... so amazing!"
The master of the tower was exclaimed a bit, Yun Yun also blinked without seeing, his whole body was boiling with blood.
Where is noodles, as if showing off their most extraordinary skills.
...
When Luo Xiu stood before the counter, the stick in his hand kept dancing, and the flour hill that had never been so good started to fall apart when he touched the stick.
But this collapse seems to be full of a rhythm of rhythm.
Lingquan and flour instantly merged into one. This sticky flour ball actually kept rotating along the stick, and it seemed as if there was no stickiness at all. It was amazing.
With the increase of drainage, this flour is like a behemoth that devoured, almost half a bucket of water was added, and there was not even a splash.
Such a magical picture is obviously difficult for ordinary people to imagine.
As Roxiu turned, the water in the bucket bottomed out more and more. The water was quickly swallowed by the face at a rate that can be discerned by the naked eye, as if the whole was absorbed.
This scene obviously shocked everyone.
Flour, how can it so absorb water? !!
After a few breaths, a large bucket of Lingquan was all in the flour, but a small change occurred in the flour turning on the pastry stick, and the surface began to become wet, but it did not matter. A trace of water stains permeated.
"Good and powerful water absorption?"
"This flour ... why use so much water?"
"Is this what kind of wheat is a thousand times more absorbent than the average winter grain?"
Countless people were surprised, but in their ears ... but they seemed to smell a scent.
"Huh? What ... what kind of fragrance is this?"
With the infiltration of Lingquan and flour, everyone's noses smelled the smell of Ling Ling.
"This is the smell of flour! The smell from Luo Treasurer is so sweet ... like shellac!"
Everyone was a little bit salivating, and the scent gradually diffused with the rotation of Luo Xiu's noodle stick.
In the end, the entire courtyard was completely covered.
Countless people are intoxicated in this layer of aroma and cannot extricate themselves!
"Ok?"
Li Ruohai, who kneaded his face, stopped the gesture in his hand and looked at Luo Xiu on the opposite side. Why couldn't the whole person believe it ... There are still people in the world who do this?
Is this noodle? !!
Even if his son Li Zhenghe told him that Luo Xiu had an unparalleled kneading and ramen technique, he never thought it would be so shocking.
The picture in front of him was enough to shock him.
Wow!
Luo Xiu shook his hand.
Rotating like the wet dough of Bailang, wide open and swell, just like the fierce generals who killed the enemy in ancient times.
"The hurricane's waves are still golden ... just like a tornado, the wind is the recipe for cooking!"
Several spirit chefs could not help exclaiming.
"tornado?"
Gong Yuhui's pretty face froze slightly, clearly in the hurricane of the dragon-shaped roar, saw a dragon head with a tall chest.
The dragon head had just been raised, as if to escape from the hurricane, and the vivid golden dragon pattern made people look completely dull.
"Roar--"
There seemed to be a roar of the white dragon.
The white dragon seemed to be vacated from the dough.
"It's an exaggeration. It really looks like a white dragon ... it's too much!"
Mo Yingqiong murmured, in the slightly turbid pupil, there was a shocking scene.
The young shopkeeper's hands seemed to be completely entangled by the white dragon, but then danced, and the dragon-shaped began to walk obediently.
Bailong is like being surrendered.
Wow -
Everyone in the entire courtyard widened their eyes and was incredible.
"This, this is ..."
Wang Zhe was also full of horror, feeling familiar but unable to name him.
"The supreme mystery of the Bai Luo family-Bai Luolong splits!"
Compared with the white snake snake chain, it has a higher level of mystery.
Luo Xiu was really a little shocked ... He thought he had mastered the skill of white Luo snake chain before, but now he found that the former himself can only be regarded as a white snake.
This hand is called the real white dragon!
The strengthening of the body and the skyrocketing of his strength have allowed him to evolve his skills ...
