After several attempts, Zhang Yongchang let the noodles in his hands roll on the chopping board, well covered with enough flour, then he gave a pull... The noodles suddenly broke into several strands, originally neatly spread out noodles now looked like a broken curtain, very unsightly...
Another failure!
Zhang Yongchang's strength that was previously piled up suddenly drained, watching the board full of broken noodles, sighed, kneaded the noodles, put it aside in a basin, waiting to add some water and knead it again later.
Hand over another piece of dough, then stretch it back and forth as before. This time it seems much smoother than before, although careful, but in the end did not break, this suddenly energized Zhang Yongchang, hung the noodles on the side, looked over and over, heartily amused.
"Uncle Zhang." Zhuang Qingning and Lian Rong entered the courtyard, giving a warm greeting.
Zhang Yongchang looked up and saw Zhuang Qingning, his face all smiles: "Ning girl came?"