30 The Last Bowl of Soup 5yr

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He stopped for a moment, and he swept all the finely cut noodles into the pot. Then he peeled off another ball of dough, kneaded it a few times and grabbed the rolling pin. And he repeated the same procedures as before.
There were a total of 16 lumps of noodles which he finished making in 16 minutes. Each strand of noodles was perfectly straight and unbroken. They were all of the same lengths with the same consistency.
After he scooped all of the noodles into the pot, the customers in the restaurant burst into thunderous applause. It was marvelous! Who would have thought that making noodles could be as artistic as dancing?
Bai Lu lifted his head up. He was unaware when precisely the restaurant was filled up with people who were looking at him. The people in the front row sat down, while the people behind them were standing, and the people in the back stood up on chairs. Layer by layer, they were all watching his one-man show.
After this physical exertion, the bottled-up stress in his heart was entirely released, and he chuckled. "Sorry for the embarrassment."
"Not at all. That was a superb performance!" The whole lot of them cheered loudly.
That was not noodles. It was a work