10 minutes have passed on the field, Pu Yucheng and Lou Qingyu have stood still and have not moved, under the backdrop of others, the two are like motionless wood, attracting the ridicule of a country A judge, John Adams.

"If you Huaxia players don't know how to do it, you can leave the arena early, don't stand there hard, how unsightly!" Although John's eyes did not look at Fang Jing, it was already obvious who this sentence was directed at.

The other judges subconsciously glanced at John, only to see that the smile on the corner of his mouth showed a hint of mockery, although the expression on his face was a little restrained, but the emotion in his eyes had already explained everything, and then turned his head to look at Fang Jing.

Fang Jing still had that pampered look on his face, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said softly, "It's really not good-looking, only 2 players from country A entered the finals this time, and our Huaxia is indeed average, only 3 of them entered the finals." ”

As soon as the words fell, John's whole face turned red and blue, "Heh, I see what kind of work you Huaxia and these three can come up with in the end." ”

In his opinion, the people in the Huaxia baking circle are a group of weak chickens, and their strength is vulnerable, this time Huaxia can have three baking players enter the finals, which is already very lucky, and now they are all stuck in this round of questions, which is not surprising.

Evgeny will ask east and west like this, John pouted, turned his head and talked to the judges of country Y.

"Fang, don't pay attention to John, he's just jealous of you. ”

"Lemon essence, I know. ”

？？？

Evgeny's white question mark face was reborn, and in a pair of small eyes, there were big questions, no, why are you Chinese people always weird?

At this time, the camera focused on Pu Yucheng, a tall and perfect mixed-race man, his eyes drooped slightly, his thick eyelashes kept trembling, and beads of sweat oozing from his forehead slipped down his cheeks and dripped on the cooking table.

It seemed that he was still trying to think about a plan to deal with this problem, and Marcus's eyes in the distance were full of worry, and he had already prepared Pu Yucheng for this round of work, and was about to shift his attention to Chen Lin's disciple.

At this time, Pu Yucheng opened his eyes, his body finally moved, after thinking about it for so long, it seemed that he had finalized a plan and began to make his own works, and there was no pause in the smooth movements.

It seems that the kid has found a solution, and Marcus is a little expecting that his disciple will come up with something to deal with this problem.

"Hey, that girl started too. ”

Marcus subconsciously looked at Lou Qingyu, probably when he was paying attention to his disciple just now, and the girl on the other side also took action, breaking one egg after another, and picking up flour and other materials from the table.

"Is she taking flour?" The bakers in the audience who were eliminated in the previous rounds looked puzzled, most of the pastries in Huaxia are glutinous rice flour, why did Lou Qingyu still use flour?

What exactly does she want to make cake bread?

"Low-gluten flour, high-gluten flour, ghee, flakes of wheat cream..."Chen Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he chewed these ingredients in a low voice, and quickly thought of something, his eyes lit up, "This is the material for making egg tart tart skin!"

"The egg tarts are from our Huaxia?" Xi Yue was a little surprised, she didn't know the origin of these bread and cakes, and for the common egg tarts on the streets, she thought they came with Western bread and cakes.

The audience in front of the TV also has this problem, and they only listen to Song Wenze in the studio slowly popularizing the origin of egg tarts for everyone.

There are two theories, one is that it is a dish of the sixth banquet in the Chinese Manchu and Han Dynasty, and the other is that it originated from the traditional British pastry practice, which makes it difficult to define which country invented the egg tart. ”

"Is Qing Yu going to make egg tarts?"

"Not necessarily. Chen Lin's brows furrowed, and his expression suddenly became a little serious, "In addition to egg tarts, do you know Portuguese tarts? A special snack that originated from A-Ma Island, although the inventor is from country Y, it is a local product of our China." ”

"I once compared the cattlets from A-Ma Island and the local cattles of country P, the two methods are not the same, and the taste is very different. ”

"That's great!"

However, in the next second, Chen Lin had a little hesitation on his face, "But..."

"But what??" Xi Yue, who was anxious, listened to Chen Lin's slow narration, and almost wanted to shake Chen Lin's head vigorously, wanting to shake out the words in his mouth quickly!

"I didn't teach Xiaoyu how to make Portuguese tarts, but when I was in class before, I gave her a general description of the ingredients and taste of the tart. ”

Watt?!

Xi Yue and Yu Jimo turned their heads in disbelief to look at the girl who was making on the field, what they hadn't learned or done, how did the little feather plan to make it?!

"Wouldn't it be too risky for the master to do this?" Wen Qing rubbed her hands nervously, her face was full of worry, and her heart was beating nervously with the figure below, but a low male voice came from her ears.

"Trust her. ”

Wen Qing turned her head in the direction of the voice, this man who had been on guard by her all the time, his eyes were full of her master's figure at this time, and even the corners of his mouth rose because of the girl's actions, and his face was full of trust in his master.

The corners of Wen Qing's mouth tightened slightly, for the sake of him believing in the master so much, she recognized this "master".