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426, new training [06] come in and sit

Yan Tianxing's movements were smooth and fluid, and the dough changed in his hands. In a short time, the noodles were ready.

He put the noodles on, sprinkled them with clear oil, and then asked Mo Shangyun, "Which thickness do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

Mo Shangyun is really not picky about this.

So Yan Tianxing turned around and started pulling noodles. This thing is a very technical job, but Yan Tianxing couldn't find anything wrong except that it felt a little inconsistent. He held both ends of the noodles with his hands and his arms were even.

Stretch outwards with force, fold the two strips in half and place them between the fingers of one hand, hook the downward end with the other hand, turn the palm of your hand up to make the noodles form a noose shape, and stretch to both sides at the same time... Repeat this

Can.

Each fold is called "one buckle", and he chose thin noodles, which requires nine buckles.

It doesn't seem to be difficult for him.

Mo Shangyun simply kicked the small bench over, then sat on it, supporting his chin with one hand, looking up at Yan Tianxing pulling noodles, and the thin noodles were forming little by little in his hands.

It doesn't really taste like that.

Soon, Yan Tianxing pulled out the noodles, with nine buckles, no more and no less. The thin noodles were in his hands one by one, soft and beautiful.

It's hard to imagine that such a pair of hands with a knife and a gun can do such a job.

After pulling the noodles, Yan Tianxing was about to heat the water and put it into the pot, but Mo Shangjun said happily from the side: "Let's do it again."

Giving her a sideways glance, Yan Tianxing frowned slightly, "You can't finish eating."

"You don't want to eat?" Mo Shangyun asked with raised eyebrows.

"..."

It's fake to care about whether he eats or not, but it's real to want to see him perform acrobatics.

I didn't want to talk to her, but her eagerness to try didn't look like she could be dismissed easily. Yan Tianxing had a headache, so he picked up another bowl of noodles.

Fortunately, the portion he made was not large, so after two times there was no noodles left.

The most rare operation was over, and the next part was Yan Tianxing's specialty. Mo Shangjun didn't hesitate to look at it any more. He stood up and stretched, then took a plate and slipped over to add a plate of kimchi.

While Yan Tianxing was cooking the noodles, Mo Shangjun successfully consumed a small piece of sour radish.

Yan Tianxing: "..."

Is the ramen he makes not as attractive as this kimchi?

I don't know what he thought of, but Yan Tianxing's face suddenly turned a little dark. He picked up the prepared ramen and walked towards Mo Shangyun. He put the noodles on the small table in front of her and moved the kimchi plate slightly away, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"Thank you."

Mo Shangjun was not polite, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Needless to say, even though it was his first time making it, it still tasted good.

Compared with the authentic ones, it definitely doesn't taste like that, but compared with the real novices, it's one or two levels higher.

The hot noodles were put into his mouth. In this hot summer, he was covered in sweat in the blink of an eye. Just when Mo Shangyun wanted to wipe it, Yan Tianxing threw a pack of paper towels over. Mo Shangyun reached out and took it, and said

Thank you.

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

However, just as the noodles were about to be poured out of the pot, out of the corner of his eye, he saw two figures flashing outside. They were clearly about to step in, but as soon as they saw him, they turned around and left.

When Yan Tianxing was in a bad mood, his voice suddenly cooled down, "Why don't you come in and sit down?"

"Instructor Yan!"

"Instructor Yan!"

Su Bei and Ding Jing stopped one after another, turned around and stood at the door, then greeted Yan Tianxing seriously.

But at the same time, don’t forget to use the corner of your eye to communicate.

——Didn’t you say that all the cooks are not here?

——Yan Tianxing and Mo Shangjun are not cooks either. Who knew they were having a tryst here?!

Su Bei rolled his eyes at Ding Jing.

Ding Jing snorted coldly.

The friendship that the two men had rarely cultivated disappeared without a trace.

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

"Foraging for food."

Mo Shangjun raised his eyelids and answered for them both.

After all, these two guys have little potential, and you can tell what they are here for at a glance.

Yan Tianxing glanced at Mo Shangyun coolly.

Feeling quite uncomfortable being stared at by him, Mo Shangyun tilted his head and said thoughtfully, "Report?"

Yan Tianxing: "..."

The atmosphere between the two people is as complicated as ever.

There was still a scorching sun above his head, so Ding Jing had no intention of staying where he was, so he opened his mouth and said, "What, if nothing happens, let's go first."

As a result, before I could turn around, I heard a slightly smiling voice coming from behind me, "You're already here, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

Step by step.

"..."

Ding Jing glanced sideways at Su Bei.

Su Bei looked at her and frowned slightly.

This...she really doesn't know!

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

She believed in Mo Shangyun more than Su Bei.

"Is there anything else to eat?" Ding Jing walked around to avoid Yan Tianxing and walked directly towards Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangjun glanced in the direction of Yan Tianxing.

Ding Jing didn't hold out any hope, so he found a stool and sat down in front of Mo Shangyun, then took a pair of chopsticks to eat the plate of kimchi.

At this time, Bu Yirong and Su Bei didn't know what they said. They happened to walk in. Bu Yirong said a few words to Yan Tianxing and then borrowed the pot of soup that Mo Shangyun had cooked. Judging from his posture, he probably wanted to cook some for Su Bei.

Noodles or something.

Yan Tianxing didn't care either.

He was so blatantly giving trouble to Mo Shangjun, and he didn't care who Bu Yirong was giving trouble to.

"Fuck."

Ding Jing bit his cheek and muttered, then took a bite of the crispy radish.

Grandma is such a badass. What does it look like for her to be stuck here like this?!

Mo Shangjun glanced at her pityingly, "Didn't you eat in the cafeteria?"

"No."

Ding Jing replied angrily.

She and Su Bei met the people from 907 on the road, who happened to be Zhong Lingyue, Du Wuwei, and Ji Shen. After the exercises in the past few days, the differences between the two sides must have been forged. Neither of them were good friends.

, since we met, it was impossible to sit down and chat and drink tea calmly, so it was natural that they would start fighting.

No, I wasted some time and missed lunch directly.

The terrible thing is that even if there are guests, the meal time of 907 is fixed. Once the time is exceeded, there will be nothing to eat.

Zhong Lingyue, Du Wuwei and others left resignedly, but Su Bei and Ding Jing were never "resigned" people. They used to be able to sneak food freely in the cooking class at GS9, but now they are in other people's homes.

Their territory became even more unscrupulous. After walking around outside to make sure that all the cooks were not in the operation room, the two of them came so blatantly.

Unexpectedly, they met Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing.

Oh no, there is another Bu Yirong coming soon.

The top and second-in-commands of GS9 are both here. I'm afraid she won't be able to enjoy her meal well.

At least there was a little kimchi to fill her poor stomach.

Mo Shangjun smiled, raised his head and asked Bu Yirong: "Instructor Bu, is this for three people?"

"Not enough points."

Taking out the leftover noodles from the cooking class, Bu Yirong answered with a smile.

"Isn't it bad to be so partial?"

Bu Yirong glanced at Yan Tianxing with a smile, and then asked, "Really?"

Su Bei came over, grabbed a radish and put it in his mouth, saying, "Don't worry, he ate it."

The implication is that the portion for two was made for her and Ding Jing, and Bu Yirong refused to eat it.

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

Thinking that the dried radish tastes good, Su Bei asked: "Are there any more?"

"there."

Mo Shangjun pointed to the location where the kimchi altar was placed.

Picking up the half-eaten kimchi plate, Su Bei snatched the chopsticks from Ding Jing's hand and walked directly to the kimchi altar.

Mo Shangyun put the ramen into 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 who came over, "right?"

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

However, he ignored her.

Mo Shangjun just smiled.

As if someone didn't know he was unhappy?

"That's okay," Ding Jing said sincerely, "Instructor Yan is very good at his craftsmanship."

"..."

Yan Tianxing also ignored her.

Ding Jing shrugged, having become accustomed to the difficulty of communicating with Yan Tianxing now.

While Bu Yirong was making noodles for them, Su Bei brought up two plates of kimchi. Su Bei and Ding Jing ate the kimchi as a toothpaste. Mo Shangjun would also eat some, but occasionally he would give some to Yan Tianxing.

——Sometimes, accomplices are necessary

However, although Yan Tianxing was very unhappy, the kimchi was put into the bowl and he ate them all without refusing.

Ding Jing and Su Bei winked.

Tsk tsk tsk...

This scene is really indescribably weird.

There were ready-made noodles, so Bu Yirong quickly prepared two bowls and served them to Su Bei and Ding Jing.

He stood next to Su Bei, straightened her training hat that was crooked by the heat, and said: "Find me after eating." (To be continued)


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