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"What's going on?"
Qin Fang looked around in surprise. The kitchen was empty. There was no one except for him. This made Qin Fang even more confused. But then he thought about it and felt that he was overthinking. "Did I hear it wrong?
It should be!
He probably hasn't fully recovered from that hit on the head. "
Thinking of this, Qin Fang didn't take it to heart. He continued to roll the dumpling skin. But when he lowered his head, he was really shocked.
The dough in his hand, no, it should be called noodles now.
Why?
Because the noodle was lightly labeled — Crude Ramen.
Qin Fang had just come out of the game studio. He was very familiar with some of the situations in the game. These words appeared on the noodle in his hand, just like the name of the item in the game. It even had a prefix.
If this already made Qin Fang's eyes widen and he was about to be speechless, then when Qin Fang noticed the note under the name of the noodle, Qin Fang wanted to cry but had no tears. He really wanted to vomit three liters of blood.
"Crude Ramen — The maker is too lazy. This kind of ramen is simply a murder weapon used to kill people!"
In all honesty, Qin Fang swore to God. He was obviously rolling the dumpling skin. He was definitely not making ramen. But this damn thing actually directly labeled the noodle in his hand as ramen, and it was the kind that was crudely made.
Although Qin Fang was really unwilling to accept it, he had to say that this note was very appropriate. This noodle was used to roll the dumpling skin. Although it had been cut into many strips by Qin Fang, if it was really made into ramen, it would be really fierce.
Let's not talk about whether this crudely made ramen could be cooked. If he really cooked it, whoever ate it would choke to death!
It was really too thick. It was simply impossible to swallow …
Therefore, it was not an exaggeration to say that this was a murder weapon.
At this time, Qin Fang felt like he had seen a ghost. He really didn't know what was going on. This matter was really too strange. "Has my world become a game world?"
Although he hadn't read any supernatural novels, that was because he didn't want to waste time at all. He had to work overtime to earn enough money, but most of his colleagues in the studio would go online to read novels in their spare time. Occasionally, they would talk to him about it, so he had heard of such novels.
However, when Qin Fang looked at the things next to him, they were still the same. Even when Qin Fang took the kitchen knife next to him, he didn't see any annotations on it. The same went for the other things, except for the "crude ramen" in his hand.
"Oh right, the Noodle Pulling Skill …"
Qin Fang suddenly remembered that the voice had mentioned something about the Ramen skill. It seemed like there was something about proficiency. As a former game worker, Qin Fang was naturally not unfamiliar with this.
As he thought of this, Qin Fang only felt that something similar to the character panel in the game suddenly appeared in his mind. Or rather, it should be called a skill panel, because it clearly marked a skill – Ramen, Level Beginner, Proficiency 0.1%.
"Could it be that I can use this skill as soon as I learn it like in the game?"
Perhaps what happened today was really too strange. After experiencing such a strong impact, Qin Fang began to gradually accept this fact after a while of discomfort. Although it was so incredible, it was like a fantasy story.
After thinking about it, Qin Fang couldn't help but shake the "crude ramen" in his hand again. Unfortunately, the ramen seemed to have taken shape. There was no reaction, and the proficiency still didn't change.
Qin Fang hesitated for a moment, but still took another long noodle and shook it in his hand.
"Beginner Ramen Skill, Proficiency + 0.1%."
Sure enough, when Qin Fang changed the noodle, it was actually effective. The Ramen skill was really working. Qin Fang could even feel his hand moving almost involuntarily. The noodle in his hand was also flying quickly. He was controlling the noodle in his hand like those noodle masters that Qin Fang had seen before.
But …
Snap, the noodle broke!
"Crude ramen – the maker is really too lazy. This kind of ramen is simply a murder weapon!"
Looking at the two broken noodles in his hand that were already a lot better than before, Qin Fang was a little helpless at this evaluation, but at the same time, he smiled.
It was normal for the noodle to break. Qin Fang was just a beginner. If he could be comparable to those masters who had practiced for many years so quickly, then wouldn't those masters all be banging their heads against the wall?
"I don't believe that I can't make a bowl of noodles today …"
Qin Fang didn't care that the meaning of his sentence was so speechless. He also forgot that there was still Tang Feifei in his room waiting for him to treat her to a meal. He began to concentrate on this crude ramen.
"Beginner Ramen Skill, Proficiency + 0.1%."
"Beginner Ramen Skill, Proficiency + 0.1%."
"Beginner Ramen Skill, Proficiency + 0.1%."
"Beginner Ramen Skill, Proficiency + 0.1% …"
Qin Fang himself didn't remember how many times this kind of thing, similar to the game system prompt, appeared. He himself also forgot how many crude ramen appeared in his hands. Every noodle had to be waved by his hands to become such a ramen.
And when all the noodle was used up, Qin Fang had to reheat these crude ramen, then knead them into dough again, and start making noodles again …
The failure continued, but the proficiency of the Beginner Ramen Skill was constantly increasing. Although the increase was very small each time, it couldn't withstand Qin Fang's constant torment.
With the increase in proficiency, Qin Fang's progress was also very obvious. The prefixes of the ramen also began to change.
For example, from the crude ramen at the beginning to the ramen that didn't kill people, and then to the ramen that was barely edible … In short, the change was also relatively obvious.
The noodles that he pulled out from the beginning gradually became thinner, from the thickness of a baby's arm to the thickness of a finger, then to the thickness of a chopstick, and then to the thickness of a normal noodle …
Gradually, the noodles that Qin Fang pulled out had a little bit of the appearance of ramen, and it was no longer the shape of the original murder weapon.