As Lin Chen was busy making noodles for everyone, he held a sieve and stirred the pot, scooping up a mountain of noodles.
The chopsticks were like precise electronic scales, and each time they picked up noodles, the amount looked almost identical.
The noodles folded several times in the food box and slowly fell, forming a neat blanket shape, resembling a comb laid on top.
The diluted peanut sauce at the bottom of the box was stimulated by the heat, emitting a faint nutty aroma.
He was quick, packing ten bowls in a row, then grabbed a handful of spring onions and scattered them swiftly.
Since most customers requested a double mix, obviously, the whole box couldn't be served.
But if he were to mix them himself, he wouldn't have enough hands, and the noodles in the pot were prone to overcooking.
"Bang—"
The wide noodles slapped heavily on the tabletop, making a dull noise, and were then thrown into the pot.
