Wang Song is a man who is not very smart but always has small cleverness. Although he flattered Watanabe Village to the extreme on the surface, he turned around and secretly informed the media he was familiar with.
As luck would have it, this gossip reporter was one of the few friends Tang Jingling had in the industry that she could still talk to, so he turned around and informed Tang Jingling.
In this way, Mr. Watanabe's golden abacus was completely lost. Tang Jingling waved her hand, and several people in the team led the guys straight to the scene. She herself drove the car and went to Yu's courtyard to pick up the protagonists.
past.
Along the way, she was in such a good mood that even Yu Jian could tell and asked her, "Sister Jingling is happy?"
Tang Jingling immediately suppressed her smile and replied: "It's not bad." Not only was it good, it was simply great. I thought it was hopeless, but it turned out that things were bright again.
"Ah Jian, who is this Master Wu?" While waiting for the red light, she secretly approached Yu Jian's ear and asked softly. In the rearview mirror, Wu Guoliang was concentrating with his eyes closed and did not see her at all.
small actions.
Yu Jian also whispered: "He is a god." She rarely praised others like this, but in Wu Guoliang, he not only saw the diligence of a chef, but also the ambition of a Chinese. Such a person,
He is someone she has admired all her life.
The venue for the competition was chosen in a private club owned by a member of the Food Association. It was within the third ring road, with winding paths and tranquility, making it a quiet place in the bustle. The owner of the club was on vacation abroad, and since Wang Song was open to talking, he gave him face and let everyone else.
People cleaned up the kitchen, prepared materials, and put up rest signs during the day.
As soon as Watanabe walked in the corridor of the club, surrounded by quaint wooden buildings, his eyes were filled with deep envy. He had worked hard in the Neon Country for so many years, but he just bought a small house of about 100 square meters in Tokyo.
.These chefs in China are not as skilled as him, but they make much more money than him.
This time the intangible cultural heritage must be obtained. The greater his fame, the more he can make money in other countries. Especially the Chinese, people are stupid and have a lot of money. Just like Wang Song, there are definitely not a few.
He seemed to see a scene in the near future where he would be sitting on a mountain of gold and silver, a large courtyard in Kyoto, surrounded by beauties, oh, and Xiaowako. When she returned to Neon, he would definitely "care" for her even more.
Nishimura Kowako, who was far away in the capital prison, shuddered violently. She recalled the teacher's eyes staring at her like a poisonous snake in her mind, and her body shook even more violently...
"Mr. Watanabe, these are reporters from xxx media. They want to do an interview with you first. Do you think it's okay?" Wang Song led a few people with long guns and short cannons in. He asked, but he was not allowed to
reject.
Watanabe Murichi was a little displeased, but in front of the camera, he still acted like a master, smiling and nodding: "Of course."
The reporter asked questions one by one, from the development history of wagashi to his cooking experience. As Watanabe spoke, he felt as if he had reviewed most of his life. He couldn't help but sigh: "
China is a good place, I have met many outstanding people here..."
"Of course there are people in China who are better than you. Some people have been fooled by you back to neon, and there are more people..." The words gradually disappeared, but suddenly the volume increased again, "Watanabe Murichi, you still
Remember who I am?"
The speaker was none other than Wu Guoliang, who walked in. He was wearing a modified simple Chinese tunic suit, with his hair carefully combed back. At first glance, he looked like a character who had walked out of decades ago.
The camera wisely turned around and focused on the man who suddenly appeared. The sarcastic smile on his face was infinitely magnified by the camera.
Watanabe Muraichi narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him carefully. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically, and his lips began to tremble unconsciously. He spoke tremblingly: "You are... you are... Wu..."
"Yes, I am Wu Guoliang." I'm back, so are you ready to accept my anger?
Impossible! Wasn't Wu Guoliang already dead back then? He was so seriously injured that even if he could survive, he would never be intact as before. Watanabe glanced vaguely at Wu Guoliang's two intact hands and thought in his heart
After making up his mind, he managed to say calmly: "The Wu Guoliang I know, he lost one of his hands in an accident, but your limbs are intact. Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him?"
Wu Guoliang smiled slowly and slowly rolled up the sleeve of his right hand. He saw a long scar on his arm extending upward from the wrist to the arm. He slowly said word by word: "You said
Is this the one? It turns out that you still remember the accident that was brought about by you..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Watanabe slapped the table one by one, and the panic in his heart had reached the extreme. The moment Wu Guoliang showed his scar, he knew that the person in front of him was really Wu Guoliang. Now that the media was present,
Everything that happened back then must not be exposed. He came to China with a mission from the empire. If he was exposed, that period of history would reappear, and the empire would be pushed to the forefront again, then he would really be a sinner!
He managed to calm down and smiled again: "Wusang, it's been a long time no see. Today is the day when I and the Yu family have a tea competition. How did you..." Change the topic and let the media focus on the tea competition again.
.
Sure enough, there is something fishy in this.
Seeing his guilty look, Wu Guoliang felt a little clear in his heart. It seemed that what happened back then was just as he expected, and it was not an accident. It seemed that after this competition was over, he would have to spend more time investigating what happened back then.
Something happened.
He smiled slightly: "Of course I'm here to discuss with you." The words "discuss" came out of his mouth with a bit of gnashing of teeth.
When Watanabe heard this, he felt completely relaxed. Wu Guoliang had already broken one of his hands, but he still wanted to compete with him? What a fool's errand.
But on the surface, he still said: "So you are Yu Jian's elder? But isn't your surname Wu?"
"I'm her white case master, can't I?" Wu Guoliang raised his eyebrows and looked at him slightly provocatively.
Since you are seeking death yourself, don't blame others. Watanabe Village gritted his teeth, flicked the sleeves of his neon suit, and said gloomily: "In that case, you are offended."
He has been studying tea ceremony in Neon for the past two years and has gained a lot of experience. He has also devoted his efforts to the development of Japanese confectionery. People say that Japanese confectionery has only its appearance and can only be seen but not eaten. That is because they have no idea at all.
He understands Japanese confectionery, and the confectionery he makes is not only unique in shape, but also tastes the best.
Today, let these stupid Chinese people take a look at what kind of wagashi, known as the neon national treasure, actually exists!
Three thousand years old, this is his masterpiece. It is made of tapioca flour and taro puree to make a perfect skin, and inside is a delicate red bean paste filling.
Watanabe Murichi thoughtfully sprinkled a ring of soybean powder on the red bean filling to make the taste more layered.
The appearance is the essence of wagashi. As soon as Watanabe bent down, he kneaded the dough filled with fillings into a perfect circle, then pressed it slightly, and then used his fingers to draw simple strips. Then he took it out
Use tweezers to pick out long petals bit by bit. This process is complex and tedious, requiring a huge amount of energy and time from the refreshment chef.
Watanabe Village stared intently, his legs unconsciously stood up in a horse stance, and the sweat on his forehead slowly dripped out.
When Wu Guoliang saw this, he sneered, Neon Kingdom would do such fancy things. He stretched out his muscles, walked to the cooking table on the other side, and started making Chinese pastries.
"It's done!" Watanabe Murasaki placed the last yellow bud and pressed the bell first.
He took the white handkerchief handed over by his assistant, pressed the sweat, and said proudly: "This wagashi is called Sanqiansui. It has many petals. At first glance, it looks like three thousand. Although it is winter now
, but don’t you have an old saying in China: ‘Winter is here, but spring can be far behind?’ This pink color like cherry blossoms heralds the coming spring soon, which is the time when all things revive..."
The camera showed a close-up, and I saw that this Japanese confectionery made by Watanabe Muraichi was just as he said. The whole body was glowing with a bright pink and yellow color, and the slender petals of cherry blossoms overlapped on it.
On the top, there are layers of flowers, and from time to time you can see the star-yellow stamens faintly exposed between the petals.
This pink and vibrant color, coupled with Watanabe Muraichi’s exquisite craftsmanship, makes this "three thousand years old" a unique visual feast...