Iron Snow Clouds
Chapter 5848 Noodles
Chapter 5848 (five thousand eight hundred and forty-eight) Noodles
The brown-handed man said, “Then you try it.”
“I can’t just keep looking at one place, right?” The Gray Hand Man said, “I also want to see him.”
The brown-handed man said, “I can do the rest. I’ll watch him.”
“Will staring at him affect your ability to see the tree beads?” asked the man with gray hands.
The brown-handed man said, “It will definitely divert some attention, but it won’t have a big impact.”
“That’s equivalent to division of labor, right?” Gray Hand asked. “If we divide the labor, it seems that it’s actually worse than what we did just now? I can’t really explain it. People like you and me see things differently from others. We can indeed take care of more things. So if people like you and I divide the labor, it may not be as good as two people taking care of everything at the same time?”
The brown-handed man said, “Maybe. What if you pay more attention to the area above the tree bead? It seems that for people like you and me, it doesn’t make much sense to do this deliberately.”
“It’s hard to say. Then I’ll just do it the same way as before and not do anything intentional?” said the man with gray hands.
“Okay, it’s up to you.” said the man with brown hands.
“That sounds strange and comfortable,” said the Gray Hand Man.
“It must be strange. If it were in the past, I would probably choose for you what you want to do.” The brown-handed man said, “If you are unwilling, I will express my dissatisfaction.”
The Gray Hand Man said, “We are talking about the past again.”
The brown-handed man said, “It’s normal to always think about it.”
The Gray Hand Man said, “I see the changes.”
“Where?” asked the brown-handed man.
“The area above the tree bead,” said the gray-handed man, “a vertical line appeared in that green area.”
“This is not what I saw.” said the man with brown hands. “It seems that I can see changes this time. Are there other colors in the green?” asked the man with brown hands.
“No,” said the Gray Hand Man. “What kind of vertical passage is that?” asked the Brown Hand Man.
The Gray Hand Man answered, “It’s like a scratch mark. You could say it’s like a scratch mark.”
“What kind of scratches?” asked the brown-handed man again.
The Gray Hands said, “How should I tell you? Do you remember the time we saw a chef in a restaurant making noodles?”
“I remember.” The brown-handed man said, “Not only did I knead the dough, I also used a rolling pin to roll the kneaded dough into a large sheet.”
The Gray Hand Man asked, “What’s next?”
“She cut it with a knife,” said the Brown-Handed Man.
“Do you remember to cut it open?” asked the Gray Hand Man.
“The noodles didn’t separate.” The brown-handed man said, “She actually just used the knife to cut a few times on the large noodles. The cuts were not very deep, which means she didn’t cut through.”
The Gray Hand said, “Yes, it was not cut through, but did the middle of the dough leave a mark after being cut by the knife?”
“Yes.” The brown-handed man said, “It’s the kind of mark left by a knife. Is that the mark on the green you saw?”
“Not exactly the same, but very similar.” Gray Hand said, “After all, the feeling given by that patch of green is different from the noodles. But I think it’s okay to use the noodles we saw that time as an analogy.”
The brown-handed man said, “Is it straight?”
“Straight. Moreover, each scratch is parallel.” The Gray Hand said, “It divides the green into individual green strips.”
The brown-handed man asked, “Are the widths of the green stripes on both sides of each scratch the same?”
“It looks to me like they are the same.” said the man with gray hands.
(End of this chapter)