Fu Yu was oblivious to the eager gazes of Yao Shi and Zhang Zhen.
The cooked flour in the serving container had cooled down enough.
He poured the flour onto the board and started kneading it with his palms while it was still warm.
Once it was completely formed, he divided it equally into 10 small pieces.
First, he rolled them round, then pinched them into peach shapes...
Fu Yu paused in his actions.
How exactly should a peach shape be pinched?
It seemed quite simple when looking at the picture, but holding it in hands was a different story.
Fu Yu kneaded the round ball, took a deep breath, visualizing the pleasing Longevity Peach from the picture, and gently started pinching the shape with his fingers.
Indeed, that feeling of automatically knowing what to do just by thinking about it returned.
An indescribable tactile sensation guided his hands to knead back and forth.
The control of force and speed was perfect.
