Clack!
The valve shut off, and the fiercely dynamic Chinese Iron Pot had already settled back onto the stove.
The stir-frying lasted for only a brief two minutes, with the high heat searing the noodles and tofu to full doneness, ready to be served onto a plate.
Everyone fixed their eyes upon the sight, and their spirits quivered instantly.
Shimmering with a captivating golden hue, the stir-fried noodles were skillfully scooped by the young chef onto an exquisite, large white ceramic plate. Then, with a flick of the wok spatula, the noodles were spread out, their elasticity remarkable, resembling a golden straw mat resting atop the white plate.
The color of the noodles was enough to catch the eye, but a drifting fragrance seized everyone's nostrils.
"My God, what is this scent?"
Andrea exclaimed with her hand over her mouth.
