Buddha's hand cloud cake is like the purest and softest cluster of snow on the top of the snow mountain, waving to several people, waiting to be picked.
The kimchi country judge picked up a piece with his bare hands and broke it open from the middle. He saw the light yellow bergamot filling inside, which was crystal clear and in a semi-liquid state. A strange fragrance hit his nostrils, and he couldn't help but take a bite.
soft.
This was his first feeling. He could still feel the delicate warmth of the sponge cake between his lips and teeth, which was incredibly soft.
sweet.
This was his second feeling. The aromatic sweetness poured into his mouth layer by layer, and flowed into his stomach along with the saliva. The sweetness flowed from top to bottom, creating fragrance everywhere it passed.
If he really wanted to find a shortcoming, it would be that at this moment, he also wanted to have a cup of elegant green tea to neutralize the overbearing aroma of the bergamot. While he was thinking about this, Takeda had already asked someone to bring him a pot of brown tea.
"This is the plum water cooked by Mr. Takeda himself, and it goes perfectly with the Buddha's hand cloud cake." As the soup was poured out, a strong aroma of Chinese medicine filled the air.
The Beer Country judge sniffed in disgust. He disliked this kind of thing the most. He had been deceived into taking the bitter medicinal soup for a long time, and now he has a shadow.
Just when he was about to refuse, a man rushed in from Feng Chen Nu.
The Maple Leaf Country judges were sweating profusely and stood in front of them with an aggrieved look on their faces. They glared at them fiercely: "You guys are so unloyal!" Then he took the small teacup from the Beer Country judges' hands and drank it in one gulp.
All.
"Pfft -" Before the Beer Nation judge could react, he was already sprayed in the face with a mouthful of brown liquid mixed with saliva. He wiped the water stains on his face with a sullen face and said word by word: "What do you want to do?
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The Maple Leaf Country judges stuck out their tongues bitterly: "What kind of strange taste is this?"
The Kimchi Country judges were so amused by the sudden interaction between the two that they almost used their mobile phones to record their embarrassing moments.
After being made such a fuss by the Maple Leaf Country judges, several people had no intention of tasting Takeda's meticulous work again. Although the Kimchi Country judges thought the Buddha's Hand Cloud Cake was delicious, after all, they had China's Bazhen Bazang Cake before them.
It shows that Takeda's works are a little bit ordinary.
Takeda naturally noticed the absent-mindedness of several people and was filled with jealousy. The best taste experience of Buddha's hand cloud cake is to drink a sip of sage water. The sweetness in the cloud cake will be completely neutralized by the sour soup. That kind of
The sweet and sour taste is the essence of cloud cake.
But it was disturbed!
Not only did they cause chaos, they actually showed no guilt and turned around and left with laughter, continuing to throw themselves into the arms of the Huaxia Kingdom.
How could this not make him angry? Thought after thought, China was always against him and suppressed him at every turn. The Chinese cakes they were talking about just now, that kind of heartfelt praise should have been praised by him!
This inner imbalance completely made him forget the current situation. He got angry and walked directly to the door of Huaxia Restaurant regardless of his assistant's dissuasion.
"Zhang Hua - do you dare to fight with me!" Takeda shouted loudly, using the Chinese language that he once discarded like worn-out shoes.
Fang Zilu, who was still immersed in eating, twitched his ears. Which mad dog was barking? Ignore it. The vegetarian buns made by Master Lai are so delicious. The fillings are salty and fresh, revealing the unique aroma of wild vegetables. They also add
It's fragrant, so chewy, and the dough rises well...
A wisp of breeze blew by, carrying withered petals and leaves, and lightly rolled them in front of Takeda...
It was deserted and miserable... No one paid any attention to Takeda Dairo. There was only Fang Zilu in the Huaxia Restaurant. It was not yet time to supply high-end pastries, and Master Zhang Hua was still busy in the small shop in the market. Yu Jian
I took the returning judges to visit the market, but my figure was already lost in the crowd.
Takeda was ignored, and the resentment in his eyes was ready to burst out. He was shouting crazily in his heart, but he still had to maintain his unnecessary face. He spoke again, and the volume increased again. This time, he stood in the food court
At the door, facing the crowd of diners inside, he blocked all his words: "Chinese people, do you dare to have an upright battle with our Neon Kingdom!"
The diners were still for a moment. Some of them understood this sentence, while others looked around in confusion, but they all fell silent in unison.
Zhang Hua happened to pass the last box of pastries to the hands of the diners. After hearing this, none of them could hold back and chuckled. His voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the atmosphere where everyone held their breath.
The corners of his mouth raised a sarcastic arc, and he wiped the remaining oil stains on his hands. He just stood there, tilting his head and thinking for a while, and then asked extremely seriously: "You claim to be the representative of the Neon Kingdom, but you
Challenge me in Chinese?"
"Pfft--" I don't know who it was, but I suddenly remembered the deeper meaning of this sentence, and couldn't hold back my laughter.
Takeda Dalang's face turned pale, and he realized that he had exposed the divine wind of a Chinese. But he was so thick-skinned that he couldn't care too much at the moment. He only pointed at Zhang Hua with his finger: "No need to say more, just say one sentence
, are you willing to compete with me alone?"
Master Zhang from Supai advised on the side: "Don't pay attention to him, we will definitely win." He is more cautious. This is originally a group battle, and now there are only a lot of diners, so there is no need to create extra complications.
But for Zhang Hua, he wants to fight. He wants Takeda Dairo to know what he is giving up! He also wants to avenge Liang Ge!
He turned his gaze not far away, where there was a little girl standing tall and graceful. Her movements showed a calm, natural and dazzling grace. When the little girl met his gaze, she suddenly smiled and nodded lightly.
At this moment, he was full of pride and shouted loudly: "Okay - as you wish!"
When Takeda Dairo saw that he had agreed, the gloom in his eyes flashed away, and he sneered in his heart. He knew very well who Zhang Hua was, and he was just a disciple of the Manchu and Han Dynasties. Their Wu family had been the royal chef since the Song Dynasty.
The inheritance is much greater than that of those barbarians outside the customs.
The reason why he challenged Zhang Hua was to let him know that his younger brother will always be his younger brother. Wu Guoliang was defeated by him, let alone the little Zhang Hua. His memory was still stuck with the snot in his nose at that time.
Followed by the little kid shouting "Brother Liang".
Little did I know that what was once a small sapling would one day grow into a towering tree.
He rolled his eyes and suddenly had an idea: "I heard that you are the heir of the palace? How about this? Let's each make a pastry from the Chinese palace and see who is better?"
Zhang Hua didn't answer, he just looked at him like he was an idiot.
Everyone was silent and looked at him as if he were an idiot.
At this time, the mouth substitute came out again: "Isn't this the chief pastry chef of Neon Country? Why do you want to compete with us Chinese pastries? The pastries of Neon Country... are all dead??"
Fang Zilu squatted at the door of Huaxia Restaurant and looked up at Takeda Dalang's face, full of doubts.