He finally began to try rolling out the dough sheets with satisfaction.

However, it was precisely this simple act of pinching off dough that made everyone present—Master Carter, Master Carter's apprentice, and John Grant—stare in shock.

What on earth are you doing?

He pinched off five pieces of dough in a row, and each one was exactly fifteen grams.

Especially Master Carter, whose eyebrows twitched hard twice.

Young man, what kind of magical hands do you have?

I told you fifteen grams, that was just an approximate number, not for you to be accurate to the decimal point.

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Chapter 11: Nothing else, just skillful hands

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In fact, Ethan Brooks had already noticed something.

Ever since he equipped the skill card [Card Control Technique], the flexibility, control, and dexterity of his fingers had all improved dramatically. Although it still couldn't match the miraculous precision when actually using the Card Control Technique, it was already far beyond the level of an ordinary person.

Now that the Card Control Technique had been upgraded to green, excellent quality, and he had also equipped the skill card [Divine Sense], the precision and control of his fingers seemed to have reached a supernatural level.

For something as simple as pinching off dough, if he practiced a few more times, he could easily be accurate to two decimal places.

After pinching off the dough, the next step was to roll out the dough sheets.

Ethan Brooks picked up a piece of dough and was about to start, but suddenly paused and turned to ask, “Hello, Master Carter, what’s the diameter of our dough sheets?”

Only then did Charles Carter snap out of it. He hesitated for a moment and said, “The diameter is about thirteen centimeters, and the thickness is about one point five millimeters.”

“Alright, could you please get me a ruler?” Ethan Brooks replied politely, then began to imitate Master Carter's technique for rolling out the dough.

The first sheet he rolled was a bit rough, the thickness uneven, and when measured, the diameter exceeded fifteen centimeters.

Ethan Brooks stopped, thought for a moment, and then started on the second sheet. This time, he improved a lot, then the third, the fourth...

Charles Carter's mouth opened and closed slightly. He wanted to offer some advice, but Ethan Brooks was improving so quickly, it was as if he had activated a hundredfold—no, a thousandfold—experience boost in a game. With each sheet he rolled, his skill increased at an unbelievable rate.

By the fifth sheet, the thickness was already very even. When measured, the diameter was thirteen point five centimeters!

Under normal circumstances, this sheet would already be considered qualified.

But Ethan Brooks was not satisfied and began rolling the sixth, the seventh...

The rolling pin moved lightly in his hands, his left hand turning and feeding the dough with perfect rhythm, seamlessly coordinated with the rolling pin. The movements were as precise as a machine, smooth and flowing, and a pleasure to watch.

By the time he got to the tenth sheet, Ethan Brooks was unconsciously adding some fancy moves to his rhythm.

“Swish, swish, swish!”

The rolling pin spun in his palm, twirling in circles, yet perfectly in sync with each roll, as if he had achieved unity between man and rolling pin.

Compared to the Card Control Technique, which demanded strict control over every finger joint, doing a few tricks while rolling dough was far too easy.

Everyone present—Charles Carter, John Grant, and the others—were dumbfounded.

“Yixia, you brat, could it be that you’re actually a dough-rolling veteran pretending to be a rookie here?” John Grant stared wide-eyed, asking the question from his soul.

This was exactly what Charles Carter wanted to ask as well.

“No, as long as you’re a bit dexterous, it’s not that hard to learn.” Ethan Brooks flashed a bright, sunny smile.

Dexterous.

Do you even know what those words mean, kid?

But before they could ask, Ethan Brooks had already started trying to fill the dumplings.

He took a clean bowl, scooped a spoonful of filling and weighed it—slightly over by two grams—then the second scoop, the third... Soon, every scoop was exactly thirty grams.

By now, everyone was no longer surprised.

Next, Ethan Brooks began to try wrapping the filling and pinching the pleats.

He recalled Charles Carter's movements in his mind: first arching his palm slightly, thumb and forefinger gently pinching together, right hand pinching and folding the edge of the dough to make a pleat, then twisting and pinching again for the second pleat...

When he finished the circle and pinched the last pleat, Ethan Brooks frowned—he had only made seventeen pleats, and the spacing and thickness between them were inconsistent. Compared to Master Carter's soup buns, his looked much less appealing.

He felt there were several details he hadn’t grasped.

At this point,

Charles Carter felt he had to step in.

He quickly moved closer and explained kindly, “Young man, for your first try, this is already very good. There were a few details in your hand movements that weren’t quite right. Let me demonstrate again.”

As he spoke, Charles Carter went through the teaching process once more, this time moving very slowly and explaining every detail clearly. After the demonstration, he let Ethan Brooks try wrapping another one.

“Thank you, Master Carter.”

Ethan Brooks nodded gratefully and picked up another dough sheet to make his second soup bun, this time focusing on precision rather than speed.