Even though the entire restaurant was filled with the rich aroma of curry and coconut milk, no one paid attention to him.
Everyone, including several waitress girls, stared unblinkingly at Lin Chen's movement of shaving noodles, as if they were enchanted and couldn't look away.
When the dough visibly reduced in size, Lin Chen stopped shaving and reached out for chopsticks, stirring the noodles that were already floating in the pot to prevent them from sticking to the raw dough.
There was no need to cook for long, about three to five minutes in boiling state and it could be scooped out.
Without plating, he flipped the knife-shaved noodles into a basin, ladled a few spoons of clear beef broth from the nearby insulated bucket onto them, sprinkled some spring onions and coriander, and placed a few slices of beef and white radish on top.
"Beef knife-shaved noodles, please enjoy."
Wang Ziqin naturally picked up the communal chopsticks and began to serve the two head chefs again.
