Although Su Qingluan divided the large dough into three equal parts, each small portion was only the size of an adult's fist. However, the dragon beard noodles, no, the silver thread noodles were so thin that it gave the illusion that there were actually a lot of noodles.

Xu Yuanwei didn't want to eat the silver thread noodles because he was greedy, so he gave a small bowl to Manager Liang and then gave some to two or three young kitchen helpers nearby.

One of them's eyes lit up: "This soup noodle is smoother, chewier and more flavorful than usual!" Even though the taste is relatively bland, the broth used as the base soup is able to fully absorb the broth because the noodles are thin enough, and there is no tasteless noodle filling in the past.

Another one asked in confusion, "Master chef, we haven't mastered the craft yet, and if we serve the finished product out first, what if it ruins our reputation..."

"What discouraging words are you talking about?" Xu Yuanwei became unhappy when he heard this and glared at him.

He already had a rather rugged appearance, and with his often furrowed brow and deep vertical lines between his eyes, he looked even more ferocious. So, after being glared at like that, the young kitchen helper immediately shrank back in fear, not daring to utter a word.

Xu Yuanwei, still unsatisfied, continued to roar, "You haven't even started learning yet, and you're already saying you're going to ruin the business! How can you be so lacking in ambition?! You're afraid of ruining the business, so you're practicing like crazy! After the peak meal time today, the chefs in charge of the white counters all started learning how to make these silver thread noodles from me!"

Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment, then realized: Xu Yuanwei had always been a fierce competitor in his cooking. The reason he had unhesitatingly given away her silver thread noodles as a "gift" was because he had pushed himself into a position where he couldn't retreat.

Some customers have already eaten the "Silver Thread Noodles", and since Xu Yuanwei could pronounce the other party's name, it is very likely that they have come here more than once or twice.

Such old customers are equivalent to the restaurant's living signs. If they know the final quality of the "Silver Thread Noodles", and the next finished product is not as good as this one, they will definitely be pointed out ruthlessly.

Just like what the young kitchen helper was worried about, if he was not careful, he would ruin the reputation.

So Xu Yuanwei used this method to force himself. Only by fully mastering the skill of stretching noodles and improving it further without cutting corners could he avoid ruining the brand he had painstakingly built for many years.

After realizing this, Su Qingluan was actually a little moved - Xu Yuanwei was really someone she had rarely met in her two lifetimes who kept studying and honing his cooking skills and never relaxed his demands on himself.

Although Su Qingluan admitted that he also had his own shortcomings of being easily obsessed with trivial matters, his never-give-up spirit was admirable.

"Master Xu, don't worry," Su Qingluan couldn't help but use the honorific. "If you master the trick to making stretched noodles, it's actually not difficult to get started. As long as you study hard and practice diligently, it won't be too difficult to reach the level I just reached."

After all, she didn't regard "being able to thread a needle" as her ultimate goal. The silver thread noodles in that way were more of a gimmick than a taste.

Since she had made up her mind to teach him well, Su Qingluan decided to stay for a while, so she planned to go to the private room on the second floor. However, before leaving the kitchen, Su Qingluan asked the kitchen helper to knead a large bowl of dough.

"Madam Su, why do you add so much salt to the noodles?" the young kitchen helper who was kneading the dough asked in confusion.

"Salt can increase the ductility of the dough and prevent it from being broken by excessive force later - it needs to be relaxed for at least half an hour, and brushing oil on the surface of the dough is for this reason." Su Qingluan turned and left after explaining.

After she had written down every detail that needed to be paid attention to in making stretched noodles, from kneading the dough to shaping the noodles into pieces and putting them into the pot, she went to the private room upstairs to have some tea and snacks while watching the bustling world downstairs.

Finally, the time slowly approached the hour of noon, and the peak dining period gradually passed. Even if a few customers came in at this time, as long as they did not specifically request any particularly difficult dishes or specifically asked Xu Yuanwei to be the chef, the basic dishes could be handed over to the kitchen helpers.

Seeing that most of the kitchen staff were idle, Xu Yuanwei only left one white case in case of emergency, and asked the rest to follow him. He also asked a waiter to go upstairs to invite Su Qingluan to come down.

Xu Yuanwei is worthy of being the chef of Hongfulou. Not only is he quick in grasping the technique of stretching noodles, but he also has a good grasp of the strength of his hands, which allows the dough in his hands to be evenly stressed while being stretched neither too lightly nor too heavily.

After a few tries, it didn't take long for Xu Yuanwei to master the wrist force required to stretch noodles. Even though he couldn't yet pull out noodles as thin as cotton threads, now that he had mastered the movements, the only thing left was a matter of time.

Compared to Xu Yuanwei, the other apprentices had far more problems. Either their impatience caused them to break the noodles mid-roll, or their technique was flawed, causing uneven force to be applied to the entire dough, resulting in some noodles being thicker and some being thinner.

The thinnest noodles have broken, and the thickest are as thick as a little finger. This kind of noodles is absolutely not suitable for being produced.

After teaching the tricks for a long time, Su Qingluan finally sighed with emotion: "The reason why the chef is the chef is not without reason."

Su Qingluan left Hongfulou exhausted and declined Liang's offer to send her home in a car. Just kidding, it wasn't some modern, comfortable little car. It was more like a donkey cart. After this "travel and car journey," she must be even more exhausted than she was now.

Not long after walking, I heard hurried footsteps and a loud shout from behind: "Madam Su, your crabs! You forgot to take the crabs!"

When I turned around, I saw the servant who was running around in the lobby before. He was running towards me with a bamboo basket in one hand, looking quite out of breath.

Su Qingluan slapped her head: Look at her bad memory! Didn't she come to Hongfulou just for these crabs? Of course, she must not let Shopkeeper Liang hear this, otherwise she would definitely be scolded again.

When the boy came closer, he calmed his unsteady breathing and quickly opened the basket: "Mrs. Su, look, these crabs are fresh!"

It was obvious that Shopkeeper Liang sincerely wanted to give Su Qingluan a few more crabs, and he also knew how many people there were in the Su family. So this time he gave Su Qingluan ten crabs.

The crab looked quite energetic. Even though it was tied tightly with straw ropes, it was still spitting bubbles unwillingly in the bamboo basket, looking very unwilling.

Su Qingluan nodded and reached out to take the crab basket: "Thank you for the trip, young man." Unexpectedly, the other party dodged it.

"Well, what does this mean?" Su Qingluan raised her eyebrows.