Talking about a thousand things and ten thousand, it depends on what kind of bread is baked, and whether it is enough or not.

Even if two people bake enough, it has to be better than who can do it better.

Before the little scholar got out of the pot, he stuffed a mugwort pole into the furnace that was about to be extinguished, and then, suddenly there was a thunderous explosion between his fingers......

For a moment, an unstoppable aroma of bread came from the cracks of the oven, and it also carried the smell of some kind of grass.

People had eaten so much that they couldn't help but swallow and spit at the smell of the new oven coming out of the oven, the scent of a new barley from the earth.

Here, the flower girl is not ambiguous.

The flower girl is using a cotton glove to put it in the oven. So, from the scurrying stove, the flower girl solemnly brought out a row of freshly baked loaves, that is, a dripping, round row of twelve little fat pigs with bread.

There was a little fat pig, which was roasted to the point that his mouth was cracked, and the corners of his mouth were baked into a dark, slightly charred color as if they had been coated with honey, and he looked very pleasing to look at, like a little fat pig with a crooked mouth and a smile.

A baby ran out of the crowd and grabbed it, which shows how happy this little fat pig looks.

The flower girl was afraid that the bread was hot, so she scalded the baby, and she gently supported it with her sleeve, and the little fat pig's already cracked smile opened even bigger.

Such a picture, hot with the burnt aroma and sweetness of the noodles suddenly rushed to the crowd, and as soon as the fragrance wafted by, people couldn't help but swallow and spit again, drool, and praise again.

The little baby fluttered into the air, and when she was stunned, the sleeves of the flower girl made the grinning little fat pig lose his ears all of a sudden.

The ear landed squarely in the center of the flower girl's gloved palm, and the little baby began to applaud as if she had seen a wonderful acrobatic, and for a moment forgot that she could not take food.

However, the flower girl could remember it for him, and when the ear of the little fat pig's bread became less hot in her palm, the flower girl generously handed the ear to the little baby.

The baby held the ears of the pig's bread and ate it deliciously and fragrantly. In everyone's opinion, the flower girl has done it: it is really close to the people.

So, He Shen looked at it from the side, he nodded, and made a note in his account book.

Presumably that's the score: Flower Girl wins a point.

When people look at the scores, it is obvious that the flower girl has begun to score, and the reason for the score is because she has given a corner of a baby's newly baked bread.

People are chattering again.

"What? This flower girl's bread hasn't been evaluated by experts, so why did she get a point?"

"If you want me to say, it's Lord Heshen who favors girls. It's a face-saving point. ”

"Is there such a reason? If that's the case, after a while, if the little scholar's pot comes out of the oven, let's share that pot and eat it, perhaps, we can let the adults add a point to the little scholar." ”

"What you said, is it because of this that our little scholar has a heart to make a living? Haven't we already calculated, with the number of fans of the little scholar and the number of votes he can get, even if he does a dead gnocchi, he should still be able to win. ”

"I think you're a little too optimistic and overestimating the outcome. It's not that easy, is it...... At the moment, the flower girl at least didn't miss any steps. ”

"Isn't it just a litter of little bread pigs, what's so good?! ”

"You don't know how to do this, you better watch it slowly, I'm too lazy to explain it to you. However, like you, I'm already anxious about the little scholar. ”

"Where are you anxious about the little scholar, you are obviously anxious about the little scholar for you, right?!pseudo fans, we dislike you!"

"I said, at such a critical moment, we fans should share the same hatred and treat the competitor - the flower girl, instead of infighting, okay?!"

"Okay, I didn't say it, everyone is betting on the little scholar to win, how can it be a grasshopper tied to a rope, no one can escape, or don't suspect each other, pinch each other, firmly believe in it, and force the little scholar to be good." ”

Don't look at people's gossip, the little scholar has not been affected by these, he has been busy with the finishing work of the last part of the bread baking, because he is busy, because many details need to be refilled, he didn't even notice that the flower girl has finished baking in advance, and began to enter the step of being evaluated.

The little scholar was a little too devoted, and when it was time to finally come out of the oven, he didn't want to just close the furnace.

As for the reason, even he himself can't tell.

He knows very well that he does not have a family tradition of baking, not the second generation of baking, and at the same time, he is not so well-informed, as Baoyu is well-informed, as the saying goes, has he never eaten a pig and never seen a pig run?

Enthusiasm caused him to be a little reluctant, and it had nothing to do with winning or losing. Reluctance is the pursuit of excellence and quality that refuses to give up easily. Such persistence, or a tendon, caused him to be unable to decide whether to come out when it should be baked.

The little scholar, also known as Qingwen, her first love for one thing leads her to ignore the result and only pursue the process.

How beautiful is the baking process, the lump of dough sticking to the tata was harmed by a little bit of yeast, not to mention, there was also an internal reaction: this lump of dough has active factors inside, and it is tossed up and down in the inside, this toss is a long time, and such a long time has given the little scholar a new understanding of this matter, that is, if you want to be good, you have to be patient.

Adhering to this kind of patience, the little scholar empathizes, as if he is the lump of dough, constantly growing, subverting, and comparing himself internally, and changing......

Next, the little scholar's dough is waiting for the hot stove to bake.

It was at this time that the little scholar liked to invent additives by relying on his own pondering—for example, the bark of the birch tree, the thyme seeds, and the moisture in the gathering of clouds...... And so on, adding them to the dough that is fermenting, and the dough has the possibility of diversity.

Such a lump of dough begins to rise unconsciously before the stove heats up, like a child who can't stop himself from growing up.

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