Chapter 302: Eight Treasures and Eight Treasures II
Chapter 302 Eight Treasures and Eight Treasures (2)
Yu Jian held up her cheeks and looked at the small bulging steamer in front of her. She couldn't help but press her eyebrows.
A little tired.
Fang Zilu found a secluded place and was already fast asleep. He sniffed from time to time and wiped away the crystal water stains that flowed out.
Zhang Hua and the chefs were in high spirits. In the bustling crowd, although the diners spoke different languages, they all gave the same thumbs up. The Bai An chefs felt unprecedented enthusiasm.
Perhaps they did not expect that one day, in this way, the whole world would know how rich and colorful Chinese pastries are.
"Are the pastries in the steamer ready?" Someone knocked on the window frame, smiled and waved his hand at her. There were three people behind her who looked at her expectantly. Who was it if it wasn't Andy?
Yu Jian was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"
Andy looked at the store decoration, which was completely different from yesterday, with some interest. The entire store uses traditional Chinese architectural features, which looks antique and full of cultural heritage. The calligraphy and paintings on the wall and the vases on the small table all refer to
The world shows the characteristics that are unique to China.
"The restaurant has changed a lot." Andy pondered for a moment, "You didn't have any rest last night?" He pointed at the dark blue eyes under Yu Jian's eyes and asked.
"Thanks to the support of the organizer." Otherwise, just a few of them would not be able to create such a movement. It has to be said that some foreign technologies are indeed advanced. Yu Jian looked at the workers directing the crane, and after a while,
In a short time, the original restaurant was lifted away and a new shop was installed. It seems that here, there is no need for tedious moving work, the house can be taken away directly.
At this moment, the timer under the steamer made a sound, and after a sharp whistle, it stopped moving along with the steamer.
A flash of excitement flashed in Yu Jian's eyes, the Bazhen Bazang Cake is ready!
After brushing away the surrounding hot air, the pastry finally showed its original state. The surface is a glossy bean paste color, with multiple layers of alternating colors, and the square shape looks like a precious jade.
Pick it up with tongs, and the body of the cake trembles slightly, just like a tall building. Although the top is steep, the bottom is solid. Even the small porcelain plate on which the pastry is placed is carefully selected. The whole body is shiny and smooth, and there is a circle of cyan tattoos around it.
The border lines are full of auspicious clouds and tangled flowers and branches.
The judges looked at each other in confusion and tightened their grip on the spoons in their hands, not wanting to ruin this beautiful scenery.
"This aroma..." The Beer Country judge took a deep breath and was suddenly shocked. He had obviously eaten a lot, but the saliva secreted from his mouth kept reminding him to taste it quickly.
He carefully dug out a small piece from top to bottom with a spoon. Against the silver background, the color of the pastry was more moist, and the layers of different colors were clearly visible inside. Putting it into his mouth, the unique dense texture of the mille-feuille cake swept over him instantly.
It filled his mouth, and the satisfaction of this variety of flavors made him stretch his neck, like an eagle about to spread its wings and soar.
The entire mouth was now filled with soft and gentle cotton wool, making him feel as if he was lying on a hundred layers of soft silk quilt. It was an unprecedented silky experience.
The freshness of fish and shrimp, the firmness of pigs and sheep, the softness of ducks and geese, and the delicate sweetness of bean paste are all extremely soft in a small rectangular cube, with the aroma of flour and grains, and are soft.
, another powerful chewy texture. Layer after layer, it spread repeatedly in his mouth, one taste better than the other, and one wave after another was higher.
Really...
Only Huaxia can make such unique and wonderful pastry taste!
The judges of Beer Country have always been known for their seriousness, which is different from the stiff seriousness of Neon Country. This is a characteristic given to the people by the country and an attitude engraved in their bones.
But at this moment, a bright smile appeared on his slightly wrinkled face, like a warm spring breeze, which made the others wonder.
The pickle country judge held his chin that was about to drop: "Did I see it wrong? He...he actually smiled???"
In the judging room three streets away from here, the judges from Maple Leaf Country pushed the door open with their belts in hand. When they looked up, there was no one in the room, leaving only the whirring air-conditioning fan and the screen that kept flashing pictures. He was dumbfounded for a moment, where is the person??
Taking another closer look, the intoxicated person on the screen was not the beer country judge who had just sworn to him about making pan-fried buns. He immediately narrowed his eyes... Okay, they actually teamed up to make him Just throw it in the toilet and leave it alone??
Then I thought about it, no, if I don’t go, I’m afraid these people will have all the delicious food.
He screamed strangely and ran to the parking lot——
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In the hotel where Neon Kingdom is stationed, Watanabe Murasaki has a serious look on his face, closing his eyes to rest.
"Teacher, preparations have begun at Takeda. Are we really not going to go?" the square-faced man asked, lowering his hand.
Watanabe lazily opened his eyes and snorted: "He is so capable, let him handle it by himself. Today is Takeda's battlefield, and I won't join in the fun."
The square-faced man was still a little worried: "But if we lose the game today..."
"Kaneda," suddenly a soft female voice came from the room. The woman stretched out her bright red fingernails and tapped the square-faced man's shoulder. Then she turned to sit on Watanabe's lap, and her whole body was nestled in his arms. Here, she pursed her scarlet lips, and her eyes were full of charm, "You only need to be Lord Watanabe's assistant, and the rest... Lord Watanabe will make his own decision."
As soon as these words came out, the man named Kaneda froze. He quickly lowered his head and apologized to Watanabe: "Teacher, I overstepped."
Watanabe put his arm around the woman's slender waist and waved with the other hand, signaling him to go out.
The moment Kaneda closed the door, he saw the woman covering Watanabe's body and giving her a sweet kiss. He also saw Watanabe's big palm monkey eagerly getting into the woman's clothes. He shook his head, with an indescribable expression in his eyes. The pain dims.
The woman lay on Watanabe's lean chest, her fingertips lightly traced his face, her eyes were filled with infatuation and fascination, and she said sweetly: "Sir, you are really getting better and better."
Watanabe enjoyed her compliments very much, stroking her back and smiling wantonly: "Gillian, you are becoming more and more... attractive." As he spoke, he started to be careless again.
The woman turned over, held his hand, raised her head, and looked at him with a smile: "I'm not coming -" her eyes rolled, as if she mentioned it unintentionally, "Sir, you really don't want to go Help Takeda?"
Speaking of Takeda Dairo, the smile on Watanabe's face faded a little.
Gillian asked again: "If Takeda goes to complain to the emperor..."
Watanabemura had a cold look in his eyes, and he held the woman's hand tightly: "He dares!" However, he still felt a little unsure in his heart. Although the emperor no longer had much deterrence, his attitude towards Takeda was somewhat Ambiguous. I despise the Chinese people in my heart, but I have to rely on them in many aspects.
It is a contradiction, but there is no solution. This is probably the tragedy of Neon Country.
Gillian showed the weakness of a woman in an instant, as if she couldn't bear to see Watanabe being so angry, and calmed down for him distressedly, leaning her head on his shoulder, a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips, and she said softly:
"Sir, Gillian has an idea, I wonder if I can tell her..."
Watanabe didn't take it seriously, but Gillian was his favorite now. Naturally, he still wanted to hear what the breeze was blowing on the pillow. He reached under the quilt, touched the milk-like skin, and blew a soft whisper in her ear.