Once all the dough was covered with a golden "armor," Huang Jun picked up the hefty rolling pin.
In his hands, the rolling pin seemed to transform into the silken ribbon of a dancer, gracefully sketching a series of smooth trajectories in the air, each descent accompanied by a crisp "bang bang bang," like an urgent drumbeat, full of rhythm.
Under his hands, the dough seemed to come alive, expanding rapidly with each swift press and pull of the rolling pin, becoming thinner and wider while maintaining perfect evenness.
His movements were so quick that they were almost invisible, only the rapid transformation of the dough under the rolling pin could be felt.
Within just a few seconds.
The once plump dough had metamorphosed into a wide, thin sheet.
"Chef Huang, your noodle-rolling skills are truly superb; this speed is simply awe-inspiring!" Even though Qian Guoxiang and others were accustomed to this sight, they couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, their eyes full of respect.
