Xia Chuyi flashed a smile at Old Sir Guan and said, "Master, your family sells noodles, right? I am quite hungry; could you cook a bowl for me?"
Old Sir Guan's furrowed brows did not relax, but since he couldn't turn away a visitor, he replied, "Then you'll have to wait a moment."
After speaking, he went straight to the cutting board and began to knead the dough, seemingly preparing to make it fresh.
Xia Chuyi didn't say anything but watched from the side.
After a while, Xia Chuyi suddenly asked, "Master, are you planning to sell silver thread noodles?"
Hearing this, Old Sir Guan paused in his movements, put down his work, and looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Can you tell?"
Xia Chuyi smiled and nodded.
Kneading dough is a sophisticated craft.
Different noodles require different strengths and textures, so the flour used varies, the water differs, and the kneading intensity varies.
These aren't things a layman could discern.
