"Where's Watanabe? When will he come over?" Takeda Dairo is very busy. His assistants are all preparing for the market outside, and he can only do the kitchen work himself. He has rarely done this in recent years.
The heavy workload in the kitchen has long made me feel overwhelmed.
Li Yi shook his head, "Teacher Watanabe...can't be contacted."
"Bastard!" Takeda's face was full of violence, and there was a frightening tremor in his voice, "What on earth does he want to do!"
Takeda had a bad premonition at this moment, and the hands that were kneading the dough began to shake uncontrollably. He was already at a disadvantage, but it rained all night. At this moment, Watanabe Murichi even used this method with him.
temper.
Doesn't he know what it means to lose the game?
Takeda felt a surge of energy and blood instantly surge into his heart, his heart and lungs were blocked, and he wanted to spurt out three liters of blood. He quickly stopped Li Yi: "When you go to the hotel, be sure to let Watanabe's people come over. If necessary, use the Emperor's command
Hold him down."
Li Yi: "Teacher, I don't have that authority..."
Takeda took out an object from his arms and threw it into Li Yi's hand. It was a small recording pen. He said, "When I see Watanabe, let him listen to what's inside. I don't believe he can remain indifferent."
No wonder Takeda thought he could restrain Watanabe. It turned out to be because he still had a trump card in his hand. Li Yi pinched the recorder, bowed, and replied: "Yes, teacher."
Even though Watanabe Village had an extraordinary mind, he probably didn't know that Takeda had a backup plan at this moment. After leaving the Neon Restaurant, Li Yi stayed in the parking lot for a moment, turned on the recorder, and listened to the weak and hoarse sound of the emperor.
Hearing this voice, it completely overturned his three views. This Neon Country... turned out to be this idea!
A chill shot from the soles of his feet directly to the top of his head, and he felt both frightened and aggrieved. Neon, did you really think that Hua Xia was a sick cat?! At this time, he really felt that he was so wrong.
For a small profit, you have to give up your original intention and everything you have vowed to protect.
cannot!
He still has a chance to change!
Thinking of this, he immediately started the engine and drove away.
"Xiao Bai, what are you thinking about?" Xiaoli waved her hand in front of Li Bai in the Malatang shop. She had been kissing her boyfriend in this cute and silly posture for a full twenty minutes, if it weren't for her eyelashes flashing from time to time.
She was ready to call an ambulance.
Xiaoli knew that he was worried about her brother, but everyone has different values. Li Bai had tried hard, but Li Yi was still stubborn. In Xiaoli's opinion, it was okay not to have such a brother. If it were her, he would definitely be ruthless.
Give him a hard slap and sever any family ties with him. From now on, you will go your way and I will cross my single-plank bridge.
If the battle lines are not united, how can we talk about deep feelings?
But Li Bai was a person who valued friendship very much. He even felt that it was all because of himself that caused his brother to go astray. Xiaoli tried to persuade him for a long time, but he still looked like he was dying, and she was so anxious that she wanted to kill him.
Open your mind and see where the root of the problem is.
"Hey -" she sighed again, but Li Bai still maintained his original dazed posture. These days happened to be the days of the food competition, and the diners all went to the competition site to eat delicacies made by the two countries. Their small restaurant
The small Malatang shop was not a particularly good business to begin with, and not many people patronized it.
Xiaoli scratched her hair, gave a plaintive cry, and walked to the freezer. She needed a glass of iced drink to calm down her shock.
Before she could open the freezer door, a gust of wind passed by her. When she looked closely, she saw that Li Bai, who had been sitting here motionless just now, ran out in an instant.
"Xiao Bai——" She just yelled, then shut her mouth instantly. Across the street, two similar figures stood opposite each other, speechless.
…
In the Huaxia Restaurant, Fang Zilu opened his mouth wide and took out a large bowl full of food in one go.
"You...have you finished eating?" the Kimchi Nation judge asked curiously.
Fang Zilu broke open a plain steamed bun and said proudly: "Chinese people never waste food. They take what they eat!" After saying that, he looked up and down at the slightly thin body of the man from Kimchi Country.
The pickle country judge shrank his head, "Look... what are you looking at?"
Fang Zilu made a "tsk" sound, turned around, and pointed his butt towards him. He didn't have too much communication with the judges. This was something Fang Zilu had figured out in the past few days, so as to prevent the pink-eyed monster next door from getting sick again.
Thinking of this, they even rushed people over: "Don't stay here all the time, go to the next door and have a look! There is an old saying in China, which is called 'Rain and dew are shared equally'."
Beer Country Judge: “What do you mean?”
Andy laughed and explained to them in a low voice: "We just want to treat them fairly."
That's it, then go and have a look.
The news that the judges stopped at the Huaxia Restaurant reached Takeda's ears, which made his already narrow-minded heart even more jealous. He is obviously a world-renowned master, but instead of praising him, these people even go to places he despises.
Where the enemy is.
Therefore, when the assistant shouted that the judges had come over, there was still a trace of resentment in his heart. But soon, this emotion was well hidden by him.
Now that he is here, Takeda will use his wonderful skills to make them reluctant to walk out of this door.
Don’t the judges like to eat Chinese pastries? Then he will show them what is the unique art of Chinese economics.
The Wu family has several peerless pastries that are only passed down through the direct lineage without any written records. This was dictated to the old man before he died, and no one else knows about it. Even Wu Guoliang is not qualified to inherit it. The old man once said
However, once these pastries are made, he will be standing at the tip of the pyramid. Although he failed to make them all, there is one that is quite successful.
Takeda sneered, but he didn't expect that he would take advantage of these ignorant bumpkins.
Buddha's hand cloud cake is made from the elegant and tranquil Buddha's hand, and is paired with a pot of sour plum tea, one sour and one sweet, complementing each other. "Six Chapters of a Floating Life" says: "The Buddha's hand is a gentleman in fragrance, only intentionally or unintentionally." Kaname Takeda
What I made was this Buddha's Hand Cloud Cake.
Add glutinous rice flour to the sticky rice flour, then add sugar, and grind it into rice flour in a food processor. Add cold water little by little and stir until it can be grasped into a ball. Then crush the large particles and filter it through a sieve into a snowflake shape.
These are all delicate tasks that should have been done by Takeda's assistants, but now they were done by Takeda alone. In just a moment, he broke out in sweat and his face turned red.
The rice noodles are also seasoned, then stuffed with bergamot fillings are put in, and then sifted and flattened. Repeat this several times to create a layered texture.
Steam the rice cakes on a plate over high heat, then simmer over low heat, cover with a white cloth to slowly absorb the water vapor. The last step is to use a mold to press out the shape of a bergamot.
It looks like a cloud, with orange-yellow bergamot particles popping out slightly inside. How can it be so simple and elegant?
This completely different visual experience from China deeply shocked the judges. Neon Country’s tableware uses small black glazed square bowls. The wonderful contrast between one black and one white further highlights the uniqueness of the pastry.
It is extraordinary, and there is a refreshing fragrance, as if it is a breeze blowing from the mountains.