Kita Yuina couldn't help but widen her eyes, with an incredulous expression on her face. If she hadn't covered her mouth in advance, she might have been able to scream out in surprise.
"Madam, this is just a very ordinary mille-feuille."
Xia Tian seemed to be very satisfied with Kitakina's surprise, spreading her hands and saying with a smile.
"I'll go to hell with you..."
Kita Yuina, who has always been a lady, almost couldn't help but curse, but her mouth was already greedily tasting this "ordinary" mille-feuille. She had no time to speak and could only keep yelling and cursing in her heart.
She originally had a good impression of the kind-faced young man in front of her, but now she felt that this kid's face was particularly disgusting.
But gradually Kita Yuna found that her entire mind seemed to be blurred, and her entire mind was filled with sweet and delicious food, as well as a magical layering.
But in reality, Kita Yuina was tasting the shortbread in front of her one bite after another. In the end, she even gave up the knife and fork and picked up the mille-feuille with her hands to eat.
Everyone was shocked when they saw Kita Yuna's appearance. The censor who narrated the story called her worriedly, but got no response at all.
The members of Jokusei Ryo in the audience were stunned when they saw this scene, and then their faces lit up with joy. Ryoko Sakaki who was on the side quickly woke up Yoshino Yuki, who was pretending not to see it, and said happily:
"Yuji, look, look..."
At this time, Spiros Lindemann's face suddenly changed, and he looked at everything in front of him in disbelief. Even his "Napoleon Cake" did not have such an effect in this obsessive scene.
, and the guy in front of me is just a brat, how is that possible?
However, after the other two inspectors tasted Xia Tian's dishes, they also appeared in this crazy state, even more so than Kita Yuna at the beginning, which completely eliminated the last trace of luck in his heart.
"How is that possible? Damn it, he's just a little brat."
Spiros Lindemann gritted his teeth and said, but the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious.
At this moment, Kita Yuna felt as if she was on the surface of a huge mille-feuille. The air was filled with an intoxicating sweet scent. A slight sniff made her whole body feel relaxed and happy. Kita Yuna even let out a sigh.
Comfortable moans.
But at this moment, the mille-feuille beneath her body suddenly broke apart, and the weightlessness on her back caused her whole body to fall downwards. She could only hear the sound of "clicking, clicking" layers breaking along with the woman's sharp tip.
The cry echoed here for a long time...
"Ah~!"
Kita Yuina opened her eyes and breathed rapidly. She was in a trance. It took a while to come back to her senses and look at the real things around her. Of course, it would have been better if Xia Tian didn't have a smirk on her face.
.
"Madam, how is my cooking? Is it satisfactory to you?"
Hearing Xia Tian's teasing, Kita Yuna couldn't help but blush. She seemed to be extremely embarrassed when the brat saw her losing her composure, and said angrily:
"Your thousand-feuille pastry is definitely not an ordinary pastry. What is it?"
"You can see for yourself, ma'am!"
Xia Tian pointed at the mille-feuille on the table. Kita Yuna was slightly startled, then picked up a knife and cut the shortcake crosswise. Then when she took a look, she couldn't help but exclaimed:
"How can this be!"
As the camera zoomed in, everyone in the venue could only see the inside of the mille-feuille. There were countless thin layers of pastry, with distinct layers. The thin layers were like cicada wings, like wind.
Once blown, this thin layer will not be able to support it and will fall into pieces. But the reality is that this thin layer is extremely tough, and even if the shortbread is shaken, the whole shortbread will remain the same.
What's even more surprising is the astonishing number of thin layers. Needless to say, just looking at the layers one after another and tightly together makes one's scalp numb.
It’s no wonder that everyone is surprised. Sometimes the number of dishes is more like a metaphor. The French name of the “Napoleon Cake” made by Spiros Lindemann is Mille-feuille, which means it has a thousand layers.
The meaning of meringue, but is there really so much? I can only guess!
"how did you do it?"
Kita Yuina couldn't help but look at Xia Tian, but Xia Tian just opened her hands, gestured, and said calmly:
"Nothing, it's very simple. These are the basic skills of a pastry chef."
As soon as these words came out, Kita Yuna was almost angry and turned the table over. This is called "basic skills". Look which chef has such "basic skills"!
After a while, Kita Yuna calmed down and recalled the taste just now. As soon as she took the mouth of the summer mille-feuille, she felt a continuous, clear-cut taste filling her mouth, as if she had deliberately slowed down her movements.
Usually, it is followed by eggs, honey and sugar to create a delicious taste that makes people have endless aftertaste...
Suddenly, a voice woke up Kita Yuna from her beautiful memories, and the host reminded her in a low voice: "Ms. Chief Prosecutor, the review has begun."
"Ah, I see!"
"Now the examiners, please announce the results... The results are out, 5:0, Xia Tian's player crushed them without any hesitation, please applaud the winner..."
And after Xia Tian also swept past the lost Spiros Lindemann, he quickly walked towards the people of Ji Xing Lao who waved excitedly to him...
At the same moment, the winner was also determined at another semi-final venue. In the venue, Reinhard knelt down like a bereaved dog. His drooping face no longer had the kindness and arrogance of the past, leaving only endless fear.
and can't believe it.
"Impossible, impossible...how could I lose? How could I lose?"
I saw the score on the central screen was also 5:0, and Reinhardt was directly blocked. This made him, who was so confident before the game, unbearable.
He raised his head suddenly, and the short, even rickety, mysterious man in black in front of him suddenly became extremely tall and mysterious in his eyes at this moment.
"Who are you?"
Reinhard said tremblingly, and at this moment, the man in black who was about to leave suddenly paused, and the familiar yet gloomy laughter came from the black robe again.
"I've seen too many people like you, kid."
The voice was hoarse and harsh. Reinhardt, who had not yet had any hope that the man in black would answer, was stunned. The man in black slowly turned around and said:
"I have seen too many self-righteous people like you. Once you have some skills, you feel unscrupulous, proud, and arrogant, as if no one else can compare with you."
At this point, the man in black's voice paused, but then he let out a loud scream, like the roar of an evil spirit coming from hell.
"But you people who overestimate your capabilities have never thought about how little you count in our eyes!!!"