Li Qinghe was stunned. Use a stick? What a guy!

In the play, Nan Yi made Cui Dake knead the dough for an hour just to make fun of him.

After washing his hands, Li Qinghe poured some flour into a basin, added water and began to knead it. Soon, it became dough.

He didn't need a stick. He just kneaded and flattened a large ball of dough in his hands without any effort.

With Li Qinghe's strength, if he used a stick, he would probably collapse the stove.

"How's it going? Is the noodle job done?"

In less than half an hour, Nan Yi came back and asked the first thing he did as he entered the door.

"Of course, let's see, how about it?"

Nan Yi looked at the smooth dough, poked it with his finger, and was immediately surprised, "I didn't realize you were so good at kneading dough. It's so chewy that I don't even need to do anything."

"You are just looking at people through the crack of the door." Li Qinghe chuckled, "Okay, hurry up and do it. You have already figured out the old man's situation."

Nan Yi nodded, "Of course, the old man just wants a simple bowl of authentic soy sauce noodles. He doesn't want to eat anything fancy, he just misses the taste of his childhood. He hasn't eaten it for decades, and now he wants to taste it again."

"I've been waiting. Then just do it quickly. I won't disturb you anymore." Li Qinghe waved his hand and left the kitchen.

Ten minutes later, Nan Yi came out with a bowl of noodles.

"Grandpa, the noodles are ready, how about you try them?"

At this time, the old man had been helped to sit at the table, and Director Liang handed him a pair of chopsticks.

"Dad, do you think this is what it tastes like?"

The old man was almost exhausted at this time, and his hands holding the chopsticks were a little strained, but he still picked up the noodles with difficulty and put them in his mouth, chewed them, and then looked at Nan Yi.

Nan Yi was a little nervous now. Although he was very confident, he was still a little nervous before the old man spoke.

“That’s the taste.”