It had to be said that Zi Hanyan knew next to nothing about kitchen utensils. After rummaging around for a while, she had failed to find the water dipper and somehow produced several buckets instead.
Taking a deep breath, Jun Wangchen pointed toward a spot. Only then did Zi Hanyan blush in understanding. She brought over the dipper, scooped up about 150 grams of water, and carefully poured it into the basin.
Once she had finished, Jun Wangchen poured half a kilogram of flour into the basin. With his palms facing each other, he slipped his fingertips into the outer edge where the flour met the basin, then lifted the flour inward and upward with practiced ease.
Zi Hanyan watched him curiously, not moving a muscle.
After pushing the lifted flour into the water in the small well at the center, Jun Wangchen mixed it by hand, evenly combining the flour covering the water with the water beneath until it formed snowflake-like flakes and grape-shaped clumps.
"Wow, that's amazing!" Zi Hanyan clapped her hands at the sight, her face full of wonder.
"The really amazing part is still to come!" Jun Wangchen flashed a confident smile, made a small well in the remaining dry flour, and mixed all the flour evenly with the clear water inside it, forming more snowflake-like flakes and grape-shaped clumps.
Then he kneaded the flakes and clumps together, channeling his internal strength to make them revolve around the basin.
With every revolution, the dough took on different shapes: flowers, trees, and all kinds of animals, including cats, dogs, pigs, and cows.
Finally, he kneaded it into a smooth ball of dough, like a pristine white mirror reflecting both his face and Zi Hanyan's.
Zi Hanyan stuck her tongue out at the dough. Seeing her reflection do