Ya Tianxing's movements were like flowing water, the dough transformed under his hands, and before long, the noodles were ready.
He set the prepared noodles aside, sprinkled some oil, and then asked Mo Shangjun, "What thickness do you want?"
"Anything's fine."
Mo Shangjun truly wasn't picky about this.
So Ya Tianxing turned around and started pulling the noodles. This is a highly technical task, but in Ya Tianxing's hands, aside from the strong sense of incongruity, there wasn't much to nitpick. He gripped the ends of the noodles, evenly pulling outward with his arms, folded them in half and placed them in the gaps between the fingers of one hand, while the other hand hooked the downward end, flipping his palm so the noodles formed a twist, stretching and pulling outward repeatedly.
Each fold is called a "knot," and he chose thin noodles, needing nine knots.
For him, it seemed to be no trouble at all.
