The height of the sieve, the force of the beatings, the thickness of the glass noodles produced, the duration of boiling afterward...
After many attempts, the people in charge of sieving and boiling the noodles gradually got the hang of it, and the first pot of well-made glass noodles was finally cooked.
Watching those noodles being dried, with every strand clear and distinct. Under the strong sun and the soft breeze, they gradually solidified and retained their shapes. A sense of relief spread among the crowd.
By this time, the sun was slowly setting.
"It's getting late. Let's stop here for today. If you're not too tired, you could practice some more, and see if you can get a feel for making the noodles,"
Zhuang Qingning said, "I will come tomorrow and give you some advice on what's been done imperfectly."
"Sure…" Upon hearing these words, the crowd dispersed.