"Sorry sorry, but I do need it," Jingwei said, hurriedly snatching the rolling pin from her hand before she could lodge it up his ass. "I'm not that skilled at pulling noodles by hand, so I need this to help."
"Oh," Xue Ning said, falling silent. It wasn't as though she knew enough to argue. "Alright then. Do what you need to do."
And what Jingwei did was to expertly flatten the dough with the rolling pin, and then portion it into six even squares. He then slowly cut the portions with a knife evenly, making long thin strips. They weren't the noodles that Xue Ning's parents sold, that's for sure!
"Are you sure these are noodles?" Xue Ning asked dubiously. "They look kind of small."
"Yeah, they are kind of like pasta. A Sun Jingwei special." Jingwei said cheerfully. "And they'll expand when I cook them!"
"Fair enough."