Xue Jing approached the iron pot with a puzzled look, "What is 'Brocade Word - Illusory Window'? Ahh…" She saw now, the rolling noodles in the pot were, astonishingly, in the shape of characters, not the imagined flat pieces. Each character was beautifully clear, two of them linked together, approximately one unit in length and half-unit in width. These were the distinct characters of the name 'Ming Hui'. They were marked out delicately like silver hooks scraping against iron, the typography robust and powerful. Every group of characters was identical, without any difference. How was this possible?
Ming Hui stood stunned next to the iron pot, "One of the five great knife techniques in the culinary world, 'Brocade Word - Illusory Window', I... I am so fortunate to have seen it. Master! Do you know, I've seen 'Brocade Word - Illusory Window.'"
Concerned, Xue Jing nudged Ming Hui, "Are you alright?"