Chapter 305: World Baking Contest (21)

It's really disadvantageous!

Most of the contestants at the scene started their baking production after Zhuang Zhiwei announced the start of the competition, while the three Chinese players who stood in it without any action became a little out of place.

State D has Black Forest cakes and marble cakes, A has sponge cakes and brownies, Y has fondant cakes and syrup muffin puddings, and F, which is a baking powerhouse, they have mousse cakes, opera cakes, Napoleon cakes, madeleine cakes...

These countless cake styles are the advantage of these Western players, and they have been influenced by these baked goods since childhood, and they are more handy to make baked goods from their own country, which only the motherland will have.

At the same time, Pu Yucheng's whole person is like a ship lost in the sea, his hands are propped up on the snow-white cooking table, his eyes are staring at the dishes below without focus, and his lips are pursed and he is not as decisive and resolute as in the previous rounds.

Although the way this final is played is clearly freestyle, but secretly there is a trap in it, if there is really a player who does not follow this rule, I am afraid that the final low score is enough to make that player eliminated.

But most of the bakers who can go to the finals are not stupid and sweet, Zhuang Zhiwei's words at the beginning have been secretly pondered by them ten times, and they have already figured out the meaning behind freestyle.

Pu Yucheng glanced at the cake batter that the D country people next to him had already stirred the cake cake needed, and the sound of swaying like spring water, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, "Huaxia's baking..."

To be honest, since he returned to China during this time, he has spent very little time studying local baking in China, and more has spent studying new baked cakes or Korean-style decorated cakes in his studio.

Pu Yucheng's situation was naturally noticed by the judges, after all, there are not many people who have not made it yet, and Pu Yucheng, as a disciple of Marcus, will naturally attract the attention of judges from other countries.

A judge from Country Y, who was familiar with Marcus, said with a smile on his face, "Marcus, why did your student Carlos stay there and struggled with which big move to use?"

In her cognition, Pu Yucheng, who performed exceptionally well in the previous rounds, must have dazzling works in this round.

"Not necessarily. ”

Marcus eyebrows with a hint of worry, Huaxia has a saying that says, knowing the apprentice is not his teacher, what is the reason why Pu Yucheng is standing still at this time, this child, it is estimated that he has not had an in-depth understanding of Huaxia's baking.

Marcus let out a low sigh, his eyes touched the other two Huaxia players, and found that only the strange Huaxia player had started to produce, and Chen Lin's apprentice also seemed to be in trouble, standing motionless behind the cooking table.

Evgeny looked a little surprised, and asked curiously to the only Chinese person in the jury, "Fang, what's wrong with you Huaxia players?"

It was a relatively simple fresstyle problem that provided a lot of space for the players to play freely, but the three Huaxia players seemed to be stuck in place with serious problems.

Fang Jing knew from the time Zhuang Zhiwei announced the question, where the difficulty of this question was for the Chinese players, and slowly explained it to curious international friends.

"The staple food of China is different from that of your country, from ancient times to the present, our Chinese food is mainly rice and noodles, although there are also local baked goods, but it is more accurate to call it 'pastry' than bread and cake. ”

"And there are a lot of differences between the two, our pastries are made more by steaming than baking, and secondly, our pastries are made with more glutinous rice flour than your flour, wheat and other grains. ”

"Finally, there is another key point for the competition, the taste of Western-style cake bread tends to be sweet, sweet but not greasy, etc., and the taste of our pastry lacks the sweetness on the surface, which is more related to the taste of the food. ”

In the end, Evgeny seemed to have understood, and Fang Jing slowly said the last sentence.

"So, that's why the three of us didn't do it because they didn't know if these local pastries would meet your requirements for Western baking. ”

I don't know when, a camera near the jury has been silently pointed in the direction of Fang Jing, and what Fang Jing just said was broadcast on the TV screen at the same time, and the audience in front of the TV was silent.

"This question, we are going to lose in Huaxia, right?"

"What does the Junk Kyoto Baking Association do, this is obviously not good for us, and it has to be placed in the finals?"

"It should be lost, you see, our three Huaxia players don't look as confident as in the previous rounds, that five-star baker plans to make osmanthus cakes, Pu Yucheng has only started making it now, and the baking little brother has not moved yet?"

"Is the little brother going to give up?"

"It's the first time for my little brother to participate in the competition, and it's already good to be able to go to the finals, so let's not be so strict. ”

When everyone was no longer hopeful, the tall man in the audience only had that figure in his eyes, and he couldn't look at anyone else except her, even if many people behind him were talking about it, but the look on his face still didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

"Master, do you believe she can win?"

Without waiting for Chen Lin to answer, the man's black and pure eyes burned with determination.

"I'm sure she's going to win. ”

Hearing this, a flash of satisfaction flashed on Chen Lin's face beside him, "I also believe it." ”