Shen Le silently stared at the bowl of noodles, feeling that this challenge was even greater than weaving primordial magnetic qi and the rosy radiance of heaven and earth in the Dragon Palace, or repairing the barrier of heaven and earth overseas.
At the very least, whether it was primordial magnetic qi or the rosy radiance of heaven and earth, if you touched it, it might run away or explode—but it would not fall apart!
But the atmosphere had been built up to this point, the teacher had been invited here, and the materials had been prepared.
Shen Le could only take the specially made "lifting-tray tongs" Professor Hu had given him, hold his breath, dip them into the pot, and try to lift a single noodle:
Ah, it broke!
"Don't rush. Your movements need to be light, gentle, and slow," Professor Hu instructed from the side. "Don't think of the tool in your hand as a tool. Think of it as water. Let it slowly flow into the target and gently push the bamboo slips apart. Again!"
Again it was. On the second attempt, he successfully lifted a noodle—but before it even broke the surface, it had already slipped back down with the flow of water...
"Keep the handle level! Not the slightest tilt! No shaking!"
On the third attempt, the noodle successfully emerged from the water. However, another noodle was stuck to it behind, and it yanked the half he had lifted in front apart...
Shen Le took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, soothing his slightly impatient mood. Steam billowed upward. Though he was not wearing glasses and did not have to worry about the steam fogging up his lenses, it still obscured half his vision.
Instinctively, Shen Le extended his mental power to sense