More than 4 o'clock in the morning, there is no light in the dark night sky, only the street lamps emitting warm yellow light on both sides of the street, a silence, occasionally a night car speeding by, rolling up the fallen leaves on the road, at this time the magic capital commercial square is a bright light, through the glass doors, you can vaguely see the figure walking.

In the middle of the night, it seems scary to watch.

Wen Qing followed closely behind Lou Qingyu, and the two of them came to the door of the employee passage of the Modu Commercial Plaza one after another, and a girl in orange overalls took out the registration form, verified the ID card and relevant information, and confirmed again, "Hello, are the two of you both baking masters in the alley bakery?"

"Yes. ”

"No.. I'm just an assistant. ”

The answer sounded at almost the same time, but the content was not so tacit, and the staff looked at the two "teenagers" funny, opened the door behind them and said, "Go in, booth 66 is yours." ”

Walk through the promenade and open the fire escape door, and you will see a bright and shiny shopping mall, where there are square stalls every few meters, and there is a transparent cubicle behind the stall, which is specially designed for bakers to make cakes and bread.

Lou Qingyu glanced at the small kitchen behind him, and found that the baking utensils that had been moved from the small store one after another last night were intimately placed at this time, and the refrigerator behind him was opened, and the materials used in baking were fully equipped one by one.

Wen Qing picked up a box of imported chocolates, she remembered that this brand of chocolate was super expensive, and now she saw more than a dozen boxes in the refrigerator, not only smacking her lips and sighing, "The organizer is really generous!"

"Since we decided to do a good job of this baking festival, we can't ruin these small details. ”

While speaking, Lou Qingyu had already put on a pure white baking clothes, the silver buckle on the top of the clothes in his cold jade-like hands, slightly corrected the orientation against the glass window, and the tight and slim cut outlined the girl's slender and straight figure, with a clear and cold temperament and a face like cold jade, no wonder everyone called him "little brother".

Wen Qing's face flushed slightly, although she was used to facing the master's face every day, but the brilliance and charm that the master often exudes are unaccustomed, and even irresistible, she always feels that she has a tendency to bend, what should I do?

"Master, which cake are we making?"

Last night, Lou Qingyu had already listed the cakes and desserts that needed to be made at the food festival, and the soufflé that took a very short time must be on top, matcha mille-feuille cake, lemon tart, red velvet cake, and a new product that will be launched - mango mille-feuille cake roll.

"You're mainly in charge of the two types of Matcha mille-feuille and lemon tart today. ”

"Myself?" Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and stretched out her finger to point at herself, looking a little flustered and at a loss.

"After practicing for so long, it's time to test your abilities. ”

Just a week before the food festival, Lou Qingyu did a special training for Wen Qing, practicing making matcha mille-feuille and lemon tart from morning to night, until the craftsmanship and taste level reached the qualified line.

Wen Qing's expression was still a little hesitant, pulling the sleeves in her hands and not moving, her personality and the environment in which her family grew up always made her lack the self-confidence that ordinary people should have.

Lou Qingyu took it into his eyes, a pair of thick black eyelashes like a butterfly gently stayed on the black eyes, and the seriousness and seriousness of the eyes spread, "Xiaoqing, only guests can enjoy your craftsmanship and be surprised by it, which is the goal that we as bakers strive for." ”

This sentence was like a thousand-pound stone pressing on her heart, a little heavy, which made her stunned for a while.

As he spoke, Lou Qingyu had already filled a pot of yellow and clear egg liquid, and the warm yellow light plated the focused girl with a layer of gold, even if she was wearing the simplest white clothes, she was no less than the style of a baker in this small room.

"And, I'm sure you can. A smile instantly appeared in the eyes of the girl in white, and that smile was like a clear moonlight, which was extremely cold and soft, "After all, the apprentices I taught can't be too bad!"

The dense warmth in her heart, the unprecedented feeling, let her rise a courage, if she stepped into the baking industry is the first turning point in her life, then Lou Qingyu's words at this time are the second turning point that changed her.

What she said has always been remembered by Wen Qing, even if she becomes a domestic six-star baking master in the future.

"If you stay any longer, the food festival will begin. Lou Qingyu's joking voice penetrated into Wen Qing's cochlea through the mask, even if there was a bit of urn sound, since it was crisp and beautiful.

Wen Qing hurriedly put on a mask and gloves, skillfully picked up two eggs, the two eggs collided, there must be two injuries, obvious cracks appeared on the eggshell, sloppy, like a slide, the yolk slid down with the egg liquid, rippling with a dazzling color.

With a slight "swish", the white ceramic knife passed through the center of the mango, divided into two, and then shuttled again, the two were divided into four, in addition to the speed, the movement was light, like a breeze passing by, soft and powerful.

The blade slowly slid from the side of the mango, the light coat and the thick flesh were easily cut off by the blade, the lemon yellow coat was peeled off piece by piece, revealing the shy and golden "flesh", the slender and white fingertips slightly pressed the slippery mango, the knife rose and fell, and the pieces of yellow and clear flesh were evenly and neatly revealed.

Wen Qing looked envious at this superb knife work, when will she be able to be the same as the master?

Wen Qing's reaction to standing in place was caught by Lou Qingyu who turned around, even if Wen Qing immediately lowered her head and stirred, Lou Qingyu said lightly, "If you don't concentrate anymore, I'll let you solicit guests at the door." ”

Wen Qing begged for mercy with a bitter face, "Don't, master, I was wrong." This punishment is really aimed at her shy death hole, and since she cut her hair short, she has inexplicably become as popular with girls as her master.

Lou Qingyu didn't speak, took out the freshly refrigerated beige liquid from the refrigerator, which was the material of the egg cake in the mille-feuille cake, scooped up a big spoonful, and the smooth satin-like liquid flowed down the trend, opening up along the pan, and with Lou Qingyu's action of gently shaking the pan, a soft pale yellow blanket soon appeared on the pan.

The heat under the pot gradually rose, Zrazla's voice sounded in the cubicle, the fragrance of wheat and eggs slowly spread, and the spatula gently turned over, revealing the jerky side underneath, and when the color gradually darkened, the light golden egg cake was freshly baked.

Lou Qingyu concocted three egg cakes of the same size in the same way, spread them on the counter, like a golden "carpet" covering them, and gently picked up one side of the "blanket", the soft touch under the fingertips made people can't help but rub lightly on it.

The pure white whipping cream is carefully applied on the top, as if to add a little more color to the "blanket", and the tender and juicy mango flesh is lightly embedded in the center of the cream.

With Lou Qingyu's gentle rolling, the touch of snow white and golden yellow was wrapped, like a snowball, the more it rolled, the bigger it rolled, the more it rolled and the more round, until a beige "big stick mallet" appeared, like the color of sunshine yellow, which made people ignite their appetite.

The next moment, they were wrapped in oiled paper and put in the refrigerator, and the treatment was the same as that of other friends, and "frozen" was one of the nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties they had to go through.

After they struggled to get through this level, they were finally unsealed by Lou Qingyu, the beige egg cake wrapped the plump inner core inside, Wen Qing looked at it secretly, and always felt that this cake seemed to lack a little color.

When Lou Qingyu put a piece of mango pulp on the top layer of the cake roll, it was like putting golden hair on the bare cake roll, and the addition of this beautiful color was like rendering a black and white landscape painting, which was gorgeous and colorful, which really attracted people's attention.

When the silver long knife is cut, the delicate side of the cake roll is suddenly revealed, and the golden mango flesh around the center is circled like an annual ring, and the jumping lines are cumbersome like the pattern of the Q version.

At this time, the slender index finger and middle finger rubbed slightly, and in the middle of the fingers, a handful of snow-white frosting slowly sprinkled down, like the soul sprinkled into the mango mille-feuille cake roll, and the whole piece became alive and fragrant.