"Bang la la"

The pure white milk slowly poured into the basin, creating a circle of ripples that could not be reconciled for a long time, just like the audience's appetite that was aroused.

"Rustle"

The crystal-like granulated sugar was poured into the milk, paused only for a moment, and soon sank to the "bottom of the sea".

"Knock Knock"

The girl with delicate facial features stirred the liquid in the basin calmly and vigorously, without a pause, as if she had practiced it a thousand times, as if she could make this tart herself, even as skillfully as she could.

Seeing this scene, thinking back to what Chen Lin said just now, Xi Yue's brows couldn't help frowning, and she stretched out her hand and pointed at the girl below, at this time, Lou Qingyu was skillfully pouring the corn-yellow paste into the heated tart crust.

"Master Chen Lin, are you sure you really haven't taught Xiao Yu how to make the tart?" The voice was full of confusion and incomprehension, will it be or will it not?

"It's really not taught, we really haven't practiced how to do it... Not even mentioning the caramel ratio of the tart core, which is probably the worst part. Chen Lin leaned back slightly, and a trace of regret quickly crossed his face.

He regretted that when he taught Lou Qingyu at the beginning, why didn't he talk about it in more detail, why didn't he practice it with his apprentice, otherwise the apprentice would not be so passive today, and he could only make a somewhat helpless choice in the unique local baked food in China.

Shen Ziyi frowned slightly, "Why do you say it's the worst?"

"Because the caramel ratio is the heart of the tart. Chen Lin sighed slightly, glanced sideways at the left and right, they were all a group of baking whites, and they really had to rely on him.

"You know what? The most famous thing about the tart is its charred surface. ”

And this layer of burnt black is made of the sugar in the inner core when heated, so the proportion of sugar in the tart core is the criterion for judging whether this Portuguese tart is perfect. ”

Xi Yue suddenly realized in an instant, she had been to A-Ma Island, and naturally she had also eaten the famous Portuguese tarts on A-Ma Island for a long time, so she could quickly understand what Chen Lin was talking about, and her little face was even more worried, and her lips trembled slightly, "Then, Wan, in case the little feather is not made like a Portuguese tart..."

Xi Yue didn't even dare to finish the rest of the words, so she could only clench her hands silently, and secretly prayed for her best friends below, Little Feather, you have to come on!

As the clock ticked by, people had already begun to submit their own works, and Joyce from country F was naturally among them, and his famous opera cake from country F temporarily received the highest score of 9.78 points in the audience, throwing the second place country F player out of a gap of 0.53 points, and the third place was a very powerful baker from country A.

Seeing that the players from his country ranked third, and then looked at the remaining players on the field, a clear smile appeared in John's eyes, and the people with superior strength submitted their works, and the rest were basically vulnerable.

The players who have seen country A are likely to win the top three in this World Baking Competition, the smile on John's face is even brighter, and he glanced at Fang Jing not far away, and said something meaningfully.

"Sometimes, you really can't look at the quantity, you have to look at the quality, just like your Huaxia products, the quality is not good, how can the quantity be?"

Fang Jing's face was not in a hurry, and he replied to John lightly, "The scores of all the players have not come out yet, and everything is not yet known." ”

"It's almost the same if you can't get out, and it doesn't affect the next round. John snorted lightly, "Could it be that Master Cheng Fang still expects you Huaxia players to make any amazing works?"

Evgeny couldn't get used to John's-for-tat appearance, so he couldn't help but interject, "John, don't talk so much, I'm very optimistic about that little girl in Huaxia..."

When Yevgeny was just speaking, his eyes subconsciously focused on Lou Qingyu, and the girl in his vision took out the baking basin from the oven, only to see the round Portuguese tarts exuding a fragrant smell, and the layers of tart crust shells wrapped the golden soft tart core like flowers.

But Lou Qingyu didn't bring the work to the judges for the first time, but he picked up one and handed it to his mouth, took a bite or two, and the next second, he put down the Portuguese tart, pushed the freshly baked Portuguese tart aside, and picked up the baking materials from the cooking table again.

In everyone's astonishment and astonishment, the girl began to make Portuguese tarts again.

What's wrong with little brother, the first production failed, do you have to do it a second time?

Only Chen Lin's people know why Lou Qingyu did this.