Gao Yuanyuan asked with concern, "Sister-in-law, why is Yangyang's face so pale, is there something uncomfortable?" ”

Feng Liang's wife sighed and touched her daughter's little face, "It's not a big deal, but I don't know how to do it recently, I'm a very picky eater, I can't eat, and my body is a little weak." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Alas, in fact, this time I also took her out to relax, to see if Yangyang was in a good mood, and to eat more, so I came so early." Feng Liang also spoke, shaking his daughter's head, "Isn't it Yangyang, huh?" Have you some fun coming out? ”

Yangyang is seven or eight years old this year, wearing a pink little princess dress, sitting there without speaking, looking very unhappy.

Xiao Song Jia took the time to glance at it, "Don't worry, Director Feng, Yuanyuan and I will take Yangyang to buy something delicious in a while, there are a lot of delicious things in Bingcheng!" ”

As soon as he heard the words "delicious", Yangyang's eyes obviously lit up a little, but it was also a lack of interest, Kyoto is much bigger than the ice city, and there is nothing delicious to eat, what can there be here? Hum!

The airport is a little far from the Kaisheng Hotel in the city center, about 40 minutes of effort, a few people arrived at the hotel, the doorman was responsible for helping to move the luggage, and lived in the super luxury suite of Kaisheng.

When I got into the elevator, as soon as I felt weightless, Yangyang was obviously a little untenable, I should have not eaten, and I was a little dizzy from hunger.

"Yangyang, are you alright?"

"Yangyang?"

……

Feng Liang and his wife saw that their daughter was dizzy, and they were very concerned.

Seeing this, Xiao Song Jia was a little worried, "In this way, I'll arrange for the hotel chef to make some food and send it over, the taste of his house is still good." ”

"Yang Yang is enough to eat, but she doesn't eat it in Kyoto, alas, ......" Feng Liang's wife stroked her daughter's little head distressedly.

Gao Yuanyuan comforted softly, "It's okay, children love sweets, just let them make a few more desserts and send them over." ”

Somehow, when she said this, she subconsciously thought of the colorful fragrant rice eggs made by the "fake fan" at yesterday's banquet, which was very tempting, maybe he would have a way?

"That's the only way to do it first......"

Feng Tang nodded.

……

More than 20 minutes passed, and the service staff pushed the dining cart and knocked on the door to come in, "Hello, is this the dessert you ordered?" ”

"Okay, give it to me!"

Little Song Jia brought over the plate, and inside was a few pieces of mousse cake and berry muffin pudding.

"Come, Yangyang, it's all delicious, taste?"

The square, colorful cakes and fluffy puddings, and all kinds of fruits hung on them made them look beautiful and cute, not to mention, Yangyang tentatively scooped a piece with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Slightly!"

As soon as he took a bite in, Yangyang spit it out, wrinkled his little nose and hummed: "It's too sweet, I don't want to eat it!" ”

"Huh?" Feng Liang's wife tasted it and said stunned: "It's not sweet, Yangyang, can you eat more?" ”

"Don't eat, don't eat, don't eat! It's not delicious! ”

Yangyang waved his little fists and kept sprinkling coquettishly.

Xiao Song Jia looked at Feng Liang and whispered beside him, "Director Feng, why don't I call the doctor over and take a look?" ”

Feng Liang shook his head, "It's useless, I've seen it in Kyoto Hospital, and the doctor has checked it, and said it's nothing, it's just that I'm in a bad mood and picky eater, alas, ......"

Just when everyone was at a loss, Gao Yuanyuan whispered: "I know that there is a chef who may be able to make something that he loves to eat......

Feng Liang's eyes lit up, "Who?" ”

……

In the back kitchen of the Chinese food department, Han Li went out to purchase ingredients, leaving Zhang Shan as a sous chef.

At this time, he was bored trying new dishes, browsing the system store by the way, waiting for the new task to be issued.

At this time, Song Qi suddenly walked over with a cold expression: "Zhang Shan, now I will give you an urgent task." ”

Zhang Shan was stunned for a moment, "What task?" ”

"Feng Liang, you know, his daughter ......"

"I don't know."

Before Song Qi finished speaking, Zhang Shan replied first.

Song Qi's iceberg face was rarely stunned, "Feng Liang, you don't know?" Didn't you say you like Gao Yuanyuan! ”

Feng Liang, I don't know, Feng Xiaogang I know!

But what does this have to do with liking Gao Yuanyuan? Why do you keep holding on to this stalk?

Zhang Shan didn't want to explain, and he couldn't explain, "Forget it, you can just say the point." ”

Song Qi didn't dig deeper, so she said, "Feng Liang and his daughter are very picky eaters, she doesn't even like Ramos's desserts, do you have any interesting food that can be eaten by children?" ”

"Don't like Western desserts?"

"Yes, I think he's too sweet."

And girls who don't like sweets?

Zhang Shan was a little difficult, theoretically speaking, Western desserts have always been the most popular among little girls because of their beautiful appearance and sweet taste.

This little girl doesn't even like to eat this thing, will she like to eat Chinese noodles?

Song Qi frowned, "What?" You can't figure out a way either? ”

Zhang Shan thought for a few seconds, "It should be no problem, leave it to me!" ”

His words were like a reassuring pill, which made Song Qi breathe a sigh of relief.

After Song Qi left, several other pastry chefs around him came over, "Brother Shan, what are you going to do with this pastry?" ”

"Yes, what does the little girl who can't even take down the pastries like to eat?"

"Ordinary steamed buns and bean buns are definitely not good, you have to start from the appearance, I think you can fry ......"

……

A few people have given Zhang Shan ideas one by one, since Zhang Shan became the sous chef, the rest of the kitchen has long changed his name, and he is called "Brother Zhang" one by one.

In an instant, Zhang Shan thought of pumpkin pie and purple potato rolls to golden silk flower rolls, and his knowledge of up to 15 points and innovation of 17 points made his brain quickly combine one delicacy after another.

It should be both beautiful and delicious......

"Maybe you can combine the ingredient cake with the flower roll!" Zhang Shan had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of an idea.

Other chefs have paid attention to it, this is a great opportunity to learn Zhang Shan's cooking skills!

After making up his mind, Zhang Shan went into the ingredient warehouse, and in a few minutes, took out a bag of low-gluten flour, pumpkin and ...... Bananas, green plums?

Brother Zhang, what is this going to do? Pumpkin pie?

But what does pumpkin pie need bananas and green plums for?

Zhang Shan didn't explain, poured out some of the flour and put it in a basin, added water and began to stir the noodles.

[Liangyi kneading method]!

Under the urging skill, the dough was like a living ball, constantly beating between his hands.

This hand and dough kung fu shocked the pastry chefs.

They couldn't have imagined that Brother Zhang, a master of red cases, would have such an experienced white case technique, and in terms of this kind of face-to-face technique alone, I am afraid that no one present would dare to say that he could do it.