The Neon Country here is full of intrigues and refuses to give in to each other, but the Huaxia Restaurant on the other side is having a great time.
Fang Zilu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the work he created. He was sincerely proud of it. Wuwuwu...it was so beautiful. He had never thought that one day, under his ten fat fingers, there would be
To be able to produce such a beautiful and wonderful...pastry.
Chef Lai tilted his head and admired it, smacked his lips twice, and rolled his eyes: "What on earth are you doing? The little boss asked you to make a Dunhuang flying sky, but you'd better make me a Bodhisattva chanting sutra."
.Looking at this form, could it be a Thousand-Armed Guanyin??”
Fang Zilu secretly gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Master Guangling, you can tell at a glance." At the end, he was still overjoyed and said, "It seems that I did a good job, even Master Lai can see it."
Chef Lai really wanted to kill him with a mouthful of salt soda. He looked at the things on his chopping board angrily and shook his head helplessly.
On Zhang Hua's side, with a flick of his wrist and the stretching and retracting of his fingertips, there was the image of a dancing girl, dressed in Luo Qi, holding a pipa in one hand, her fingers touching the strings, her bright red mouth raised in a seductive look.
Like silk.
Let’s look at Master Zhang from the Su School. This master is the same as Zhang Hua’s. His skills are even better than Zhang Hua’s. He is a musician who plays the sheng and xiao. He is dressed in plain clothes and sits quietly on a bench with his eyes slightly closed and his eyebrows long.
Flying into the black temples, the hairband is fluttering behind him.
There is also Chef Lai, who plays the guqin and zither. Her skirt floats out in flower patterns. She lowers her eyes and tilts her head, looking intently at the guqin under her hand. The nails on her fingers are long and swaying, and her steps hang down to her face.
Her face is as red as a peach blossom.
For a moment, Fang Zilu felt guilty.
His hands slowly touched the dancer he had made, and he quietly hid the flying dancer who looked like a tentacle monster.
Chef Lai had been staring at him. Seeing his actions, he couldn't help it anymore and laughed loudly: "Xiao Fang, are you ashamed of yourself when you compare with us?"
Fang Zilu raised his head, still full of arrogance: "That's not true. I have figured it out. In twenty years, I will be able to do the same as you."
Humph - isn't it just because he has more experience than him? He is still young and has plenty of time. When he returns to the Magic City, he will study this exquisite pastry craft in the small kitchen, so he is not afraid of not being able to become a master.
Chef Lai was so happy that he pointed directly at Yu Jian, who was painting flowers for the dancer, and said: "The little boss is as young as you, look at what they do..."
Yu Jian, like him, was a flying dancer. As early as when Neon carved out the nondescript vegetarian vocals out of vegetables, she had planned to give little Neon a hard slap on the face.
Neon Country prides itself on using top-quality ingredients, such as Belon oysters, Kobe beef, and sturgeon caviar, which are also said to be national traditions.
Yu Jian sneered at this. As early as a thousand years ago in the Tang Dynasty, these things were frequent guests on the tables of the Central Plains nobles. In the Tang Dynasty, food ingredients were the most important thing. For example, the "Xiao Ling Zhi" on Webster's menu was only
Take four ounces of the best meat from a sheep.
However, in addition to the exquisite ingredients, the most important thing is its appearance. It is based on complex and diverse fillings to create a music and dance scene composed of seventy-two people, including music playing the pipa, drums, harps, and shengxiao.
There are dancing girls dancing gracefully. This is not only a snack, but also a prosperous scene of music and singing every night in the Tang Dynasty.
Little Neon is a country that even wants to tamper with its history. It knows little about it but still wants to rob China of its cultural history.
She can't stand it, and she can't bear it!
Holding the hibiscus in her bare hands, she crept into space with empty steps. The neon dress dragged the wide belt, floating up to the sky. The dancer only put one foot on the ground, holding a brocade silk in one hand, holding out the lotus fingers in the other hand, nodding her head and closing her eyes, as if feeling the endless aura between heaven and earth.
.There is another person with a double-ringed bun on his head, a drum in his hand that is shaking slightly, his eyes are bright, and he is smiling. There is another person with a round fan on his waist, his body is twisting, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised...
In just a few dozen minutes, there were already more than twenty dancers in various postures on Yu Jian's chopping board, just waiting for her to finally paint red and green to add brilliant colors.
Fang Zilu was dumbfounded. Let’s not talk about whether she is beautiful or not. Just in terms of the quantity, there is a huge difference...
"Little boss, are you... the reincarnation of the God of Cooking?" Fang Zilu looked serious, as if he had gained some truth, and stared at Yu Jian with a scrutinizing gaze.
Yu Jian's heart skipped a beat, she barely managed to stabilize her mind, and asked him: "Why do you say that?"
Fang Zilu pointed to the graceful dancers in front of her, "A normal person should be like me." He took out the tentacle monster he made and put it together with the dancers. Comparing it at such a close range, Fang Zilu's craftsmanship
That's even more... terrible.
He quickly took his work back, carefully placed it on the chopping board like a treasure, and touched his nose: "Well... maybe normal people's standards should be a little higher than mine, but you are really exaggerating.
I'll make one, you make twenty...tsk tsk tsk..."
Yu Jian chuckled, and even the other masters couldn't help but laugh too. She glanced at the flying dancer who was regarded as a treasure by Fang Zilu, and looked embarrassed, but she still couldn't bear to dampen his enthusiasm. She was not special.
He praised sincerely: "Don't underestimate yourself. This tentacle... uh... the Flying Dancer is still a bit stronger than ordinary people." It's not easy to make those countless tentacles, let alone look like that.
thing.
Fang Zilu was even more embarrassed. This was not a compliment, it was clearly a mockery of him. He immediately waved his fist and said, "We will be a good man again in ten years! We will not be as knowledgeable as you non-human guys."
After hearing this, several masters laughed heartily.
The laughter diluted the slightly tense atmosphere of the game and made Zhang Hua breathe a sigh of relief. Before coming to Rooster, Wu Guoliang had talked with him once. The Wu family has a profound heritage, and some things can only be found in the martial arts of being a parent.
Fang knew that even Wu Guoliang was not qualified to inquire. Before the competition, Zhang Hua had a vague hunch that there would definitely be a life-and-death showdown between him and Wu Guoliang.
Moreover, Wu Wufang will definitely use martial arts secret skills to deal with him. As for what, he doesn't know. So there is always a string in his heart, constantly speculating in his heart. Although there are many types of cakes in the Qing Palace, after all, the most delicious ones are
Some of them have been lost, and the ones that can come out of his hands are only slightly better than ordinary pastries.
Compared with this kind of family that has been hidden in the world for hundreds of years, it is not enough.
But he didn't expect that the girl from the Yu family still had a hand. When he saw the steamed plain music made by Neon Kingdom, he thought it was quite strange. According to Xiao Neon's nature, it made no sense that such a thing with inheritance would only
I secretly kept it secret without revealing it. Let’s just say that Mr. Watanabe, after learning some Chinese tea snack skills, turned around and wanted to make it his own, and also wanted to apply for the intangible cultural heritage project.
So...shameless!
It wasn't until Yu Jian told them the complete origin of Su Zhengyin's voice that Zhang Hua finally understood what the weird feeling he felt when he saw it for the first time was about.
Zhang Guan Li Dai, this should originally be shown in the form of pastry, how can it be carved with a knife?
He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart... He has been a master of Bai An for decades, and he didn't work for nothing. He still has some sixth sense!