"Oh, it seems I was right?" Wu Guoliang whistled and said frivolously.
Watanabe Muraichi's look betrayed him. This kind of surprise was filled with panic, and the panic also hid the guilty conscience of being spied on. Wu Guoliang knew with just one glance that Watanabe Muraichi must have been up to his old tricks again -
—Plagiarize other people’s work.
Watanabe Murichi was indeed panicked. Three Thousand Years Old was not his original idea at first, but came from an unknown little refreshment maker in Kanto. This person was an avid fan of his and sent him letters many times, one of which wrote:
He followed the practice of the Three Thousand Years Old and even hand-painted the shape of the pattern. At that time, when he was running out of inspiration, the Three Thousand Years Old happened to be here. He felt that this was God blessing him in the dark. Later, he sent someone to
I took the original creator to Kyoto, and encouraged him with sweet words, and finally let him give me the three-thousand-year-old idea.
He has done a lot of this kind of thing in his life, but he doesn't think he has done anything wrong. These people are all unknowns. Even if they have good ideas, it is a waste if there is no platform for them. It is better to let him,
Bring these beautiful works to the public’s attention.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Watanabe Village said with a straight face and looked away, "As for what Principal Jin said, it is indeed my lack of consideration. In this competition, you are slightly better."
The harm is the lesser, it's just a small competition. Even if you admit defeat, it won't cause too much trouble. But things that take away people's creativity must not be exposed. Although the people of Neon Country admire him, they don't care about such things.
, that is deeply disgusting.
The atmosphere fell into a weird awkwardness again. The photographer held the camera and took pictures from Watanabe Village to Wu Guoliang, and then from Wu Guoliang to Watanabe Village, not missing a single expression or movement of the two people.
Wu Guoliang lazily walked to the edge of the chair and sat down. He crossed his legs and looked at everyone present with interest. As for Watanabe Murichi, he had other plans and was not in a hurry to deal with him now.
Wang Song stood in the middle and smiled to appease everyone: "This is a friendly match, winning or losing is not important, it's not important... The most important thing is that everyone also saw the miraculous craftsmanship of the two masters, especially
Master Wu, these walnuts are really exquisite!" He moved in front of the camera, picked up a large paper-skinned walnut with his bare hands, and took a bite in front of his face, making an expression of ecstasy...
I didn’t forget to remind the photographer: “Photograph carefully and remember to cut my part in!”
Yu Jian slowly walked to Watanabe Village, stopped at a safe distance, and opened her thin lips slightly: "Mr. Watanabe, you must also know what happened between Xiaowazi and I. China has always been a place of etiquette.
Bang, I won’t offend others unless they offend me. There are strengths and weaknesses in cooking. My win is the result of my many years of hard work. My loss means there is still room for improvement. But now it seems that the god of luck is still on the side.
On my side." Whether it's Xiaowazi or you Watanabe, they are just defeated generals of China.
Watanabe Muraichi smiled darkly, looking at her with a slightly strange look in his eyes, and he said steadily: "Don't get too complacent too early. Next year will be the World Food Congress, which is held every three years. If
If you are really capable, then I will let you know what the most gorgeous tea ceremony snacks in the Great Neon Country are like." The implication was that he was simply letting his guard down and showing mercy in this competition.
Wu Guoliang picked his ears and waved his hand: "I've told you over and over again, don't wait until next year, just now, show us your so-called true skills?"
When everyone heard this, they nodded desperately.
Watanabe Village was so angry that he was as angry as a puffer fish. He huffed and puffed for a long time, patted his butt, and left——
Wu Guoliang was confused by his saucy moves. He spread his hands and asked, "How can you still do this?"
Everyone laughed at his funny look...
This duel finally made the headlines of the portal website in the form of pictures and texts. Wu Guoliang still carries many secrets and cannot show his face in public for the time being. The article only uses the words "Beijing Pastry Master"
to describe it, but the words were full of admiration and praise. As soon as this report was published, it attracted public attention. Young people showed pictures of the pastries to their elders, which triggered a wave of nostalgia for old-fashioned pastries.
Even the old pastry shops in Beijing that not many people visited before are gradually starting to take on a new lease of life.
"Hey, don't tell me, this pastry looks inconspicuous, but it tastes pretty good." Someone squatted at the door of the pastry shop and took a bite of the pancake in his hand, saying in surprise.
The old man passing by said casually: "That's not true! This shop has been open for almost a hundred years, and the skills of the masters here are passed down from generation to generation. Young people, don't underestimate these pastries. In those days, they were all carrying loads of cakes.
To fulfill the mission of national rejuvenation..."
The old man was talking nonchalantly, and the young man was fascinated...
…
The day after the competition, Watanabe Murichi hurriedly took an early flight to leave the capital. In addition to the assistant he brought with him, there was also a young and beautiful Chinese woman.
Wang Song, who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper in the office of the Beijing Food Association, answered the phone. He smiled loudly, patted his chest and said, "Yes, we are going together. That old guy Watanabe is lost. Why don't you wait while I do my work?"
Don't worry?...What? Okay! If you need anything in the future, please come back to me!" After hanging up the phone, he happily opened the bank card APP. Sure enough, there was another latest transfer information. He clicked on a few zeros after the number, and he squinted with joy.
He hummed a little tune with his eyes closed.
Everything became calm again.
After school, Yu Jian had another homework, which was to go to Wu Guoliang's place every weekend to learn white cases. This made Yu Yuan very depressed. On weekdays, her sister either went to class or went to restaurants, so she only had time on weekends.
It's great to stay with him for a while, even this only family time has been deprived of you!
His sister also promised him a lot of delicious things, when will he be able to eat them!!
The little guy was sitting on the steps in front of the door, so worried that a bottle of oil hung from his mouth.
"Oh~ Whose child is this? Just sitting by yourself, you are not afraid of being kidnapped?" Tang Yuan walked in from the alley carrying his things, and looked at Yu Yuan sitting at the door from afar, and said
Tease him.
Yu Yuan reluctantly raised his eyes, curled his lips, turned around, and pointed his butt at him. Brother Tang was really annoying. He always felt embarrassed every time he saw him. Yu Yuan has learned bad things now, and won't say anything if he can't say it, and treats him coldly.
Everywhere is king.
Tang Yuan didn't want to let him go. He took a step forward, turned to him again, raised the box in his hand, and said slowly: "It's still a warm Basque cheesecake. Does anyone want to eat it?"
What? Cake!
Yu Yuan immediately jumped up, raised his hands in the air, hung his arm and yelled: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
The cake made by Brother Tang tastes so good!
There will be more updates during the National Day~~Han Yubai is going to start taking action again~~