In this round, Lou Qingyu was the first to start, and Joyce and another baker from country F did not stay for long, they are all strong and experienced masters in baking, and they may have participated in international competitions more than the age of the girl.

"Mr. Song, what do you think about this last round of competition?" In the studio, the host, who was always following the live competition, asked Song Wenze, who was sitting next to him, and the host's face was still flushed with excitement just now.

But as Zhuang Zhiwei announced the start of the last round of the competition, the host's heart came up again, "Also, against the two experienced bakers from country F, do you think our country's baking brother has a chance to win?"

Song Wenze frowned and glanced at the screen in front of him, the girl on the screen was only focused on the work in her hand, her eyelashes were like a fan made of crow feathers, leaving a shadow on the cold white eyelids, focused and good-looking.

Just thinking of Lou Qingyu's opponent in this round, Song Wenze had a look of regret on his face, considered his sentence, and said slowly, "If you look at it in terms of experience and strength, this kid's winning chance will be relatively small, if you talk about the theme of this competition, baking little brother..."

The host next to him suddenly called Song Wenze's words, "Hey, wait, Mr. Song, the theme of this round is about love, right? If I understand correctly." ”

"Yes, the title is the subject. ”

"Then if it's from the theme, what will the winning side be?" When he said this, the host had a little expectation on his face, would it be bigger?

Song Wenze knows that the audience sitting in front of the TV now has the same mentality as the host, but...

"The chances of winning are also very small. ”

The host's face suddenly became very lost, pursed his lips, and did not continue, the camera shifted to the scene again, the studio fell silent, and Song Wenze looked at the distant view on the TV screen.

The three figures in the venue were all busy, the only one with black hair and black eyes was particularly eye-catching, as for the other two blonde faces, Song Wenze just glanced at it, and sighed a little helplessly!

Lou Qingyu's two opponents are the favorite winners of this World Baking Competition, no matter in baking strength, or baking experience, they will not lose to Yu girls, and in terms of social and life experience, their understanding of love may be more thorough than that of girls.

Therefore, on this theme of love, Lou Qingyu really doesn't have any advantage at all.

The only advantage is probably mystery.

The Chinese rookie baker who participated in the world competition for the first time did not know what she was good at, what she was not good at, and what weaknesses she had.

Even sometimes I was frightened and shocked by this outstanding Chinese player, and finally secretly labeled Lou Qingyu in my heart: a terrible and hidden opponent.

Time passed little by little, and for the judges and the audience, time seemed to pass a little long, but in front of the roasters who are racing against time, every second is particularly precious.

"Ding Ding Ding"

The sound of the oven was incessant, like Zhong Kui's hook, "hooking" the baker who was busy behind the cooking table, and a fluffy and tall dark brown cake was held to the cooking table.

"Why is this cake so high?" asked an unknown audience member at the top.

"It's a bit like that—" The companion beside him seemed to see something, but hesitated.

"Like what?"

At this time, the girl at the bottom picked up the bread knife on one side, and slowly sliced the soft cake from the edge of the right side, the silver light flashed slightly, and the wrist only moved slightly, cutting a large slice from the heavy dark brown cake smoothly and quickly.

And that's not enough!

Lou Qingyu held the long knife in his hand, and the sharp metal utensils continued to cut the rest of the cake, as if the machine was cutting accurately, each slice was the same height and thickness, and seeing this, many people could already be sure.

The cake of this size and height is cut into slices again.

"It's fondant cake. ”

The companion who was still hesitant could finally confirm it, and whispered to the friend around him to solve his doubts, but just after he finished talking about the general way of making the fondant cake, he heard his friend say it with a little surprise.

"Let's see, if the other two people are making fondant cakes, they are also cutting the cake base!"

Two other people?

Surprised, stunned, and incredulous, when they saw the cake style in front of the other two F country players, they turned into a shock of "how could three people choose the same style of cake so coincidentally".

Naturally, some people in the judges' office saw such a coincidence, and they seemed to be a little surprised that they could see a unified cake style in the freestyle link.

Ye Fugeni couldn't help but smile and said to Fang Jing, "Fang, it's fun now, the three of them all chose fondant cakes, including that little girl in your Huaxia, why do you like fondant cakes so much?"

"It's not that I like it, it's suitable for this topic. ”

In Fang Jing's view, there is no more suitable description of the theme of love than fondant cake.

"It's a good fit. Evgeny rubbed his chin with both hands, looking thoughtful, "But on this topic, your little girl suffers a little, right?"

Speaking of this, Ye Vrgeny glanced at the indifferent Chinese man beside him, "I heard that your country does not allow early love, and at the age of eighteen or nineteen, you shouldn't have much understanding of love, right?"

"According to you, then you don't have much understanding of love. ”

Fang Jing's sudden words suddenly made Yevgeny a little confused, and he subconsciously blurted out and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Just a reminder, someone is a thirty-five-year-old uncle who is still single. ”

...

Evgeny really understood now.

The reddish face was a little helpless, he was wrong, he shouldn't superficially use his understanding of love to associate with his love experience, forget it, if he doesn't talk to Fang Jing, every time he speaks, he will be speechless, so he shouldn't talk to him!

If you talk to him again, he's a puppy.

However, ten minutes later, Fang Jing was pulled on his sleeve again.

"Fang Jing, what kind of character is that player in your family, and how long has it been carved?"

While asking this question, Evgeny secretly puffed a few times in his heart, but fortunately he didn't say it just now, otherwise he would really be puddled in front of everyone.