Yao Feng, who had already won the battle, had to praise Sikong Yao, who had worked hard to this point: "I have to say, you are very thoughtful and know how to use the difference in taste to formulate a strategy, originally you used a rich lava cake to deal with my hawthorn and fruit, right?" ”

Sikong Yao's pupils dilated suddenly, but he didn't expect Yao Feng to be able to tell what kind of dessert dishes he was going to make just from his own ingredients, such a rich experience was definitely not something that ordinary chefs could have.

After seeing through Sikong Yao's careful thoughts, Yao Feng further explained: "Originally, you had a good idea, and it is an excellent idea to use a dark, mellow and deep lava cake with a better taste to compare it to the sweet and sour hawthorn and fruit. But you must not overlook the fact that the taste of the solution cake lacks depth, and although the aroma is very strong, it cannot stay on the taste buds for a long time, and it cannot be compared to the hawthorn that fully brings out the taste buds' perception of sweetness. ”

Lava chocolate cake is introduced in Austria and is also known as chocolate fudge cake and lava chocolate cake. Adapted from the chocolate cheesecake recipe, it has less sugar and a stronger cocoa flavor. Lava chocolate cake is a famous French dessert and one of the four famous ones, a small chocolate cake with a hard and crispy crust and a hot chocolate syrup inside, usually accompanied by a ball of vanilla ice cream. It has been popping up in New York City restaurants since the 199s and has since developed many flavor variations, such as the addition of fruit and beverages.

"Wait a minute...... If that's the case, that's right! Absolutely! ”

At the moment of despair, Sikong Yao repeatedly muttered everything about the chocolate lava cake in his heart, and then remembered the ingredients that could turn the situation around.

Sikong Yao looked for what he wanted among the ingredients. Then he smiled at Yao Feng and said: "Senior, your hawthorn magic cuisine is indeed excellent, but I haven't given up yet, wait, I will make a dream dessert that is more fascinating than the taste of first love, I will make it for you!" ”

The sea of chocolate is surging with the heart that never gives up. The smell that was enough to drown out the sour volcano. It will turn into a mellow spring and pour into the lava cake.

Chocolate lava cake is very important for the baking time. The longer you bake, the less flowing filling there is in the middle; If it is not eaten hot, the filling will also solidify, but it will not affect the eating. It's just as delicious. But if you want to make a lava cake with a sweet filling, at the moment when the cake base is formed. It's enough, and when the time passes, the flavor is lost. So it didn't take too long, Sikong Yao also finished his own cooking.

Until the end. When the food of the two people was placed on the table together, it was only then that Wu remembered, but there was still a lack of a role as a judge.

Yao Feng couldn't help but have a headache and said, "I haven't had a cooking duel with someone for too long. I forgot even the basic requirements of cooking duels......"

Sikong Yao was also embarrassed, and he had been thinking about himself with the enthusiasm of fighting with the hawthorn magician. It didn't occur at all to find someone to judge this game.

At the moment, just looking at the fragrance of the two desserts in front of me, I am helpless, and it is really difficult to distinguish between the high and low.

The spectators watching the game around naturally couldn't act as referees for this game, firstly, they didn't have a professional taste level, and they were obviously more inclined to let Sikong Yao win, so for this headache, Yao Feng, as an S-level mercenary, was also at a loss.

At this moment, a hearty laugh came from a distance, and the sound penetrated the eardrum and appeared directly in the human mind.

"Haha! What a fragrant taste, who is cooking in my Meteorite Pavilion! ”…

The Iron Lady's heart trembled suddenly, this thousand-mile sound transmission effort was probably launched thousands of kilometers away, which shows how touching the depth of this person's skill is. What made the Iron Lady feel even more terrifying was that the aroma of this dessert had drifted so far away, and the culinary field, which she had never set foot in, had such a huge world style.

Mu Lin's eyes wandered, and then he looked in the direction where the voice came from, this voice was not unfamiliar to the mercenaries in the Falling Star Pavilion, because there was only one person who knew how to transmit sound for thousands of miles in the Falling Star Pavilion.

As soon as the sound sounded in my ears, and then just a moment, three violent winds came from the air, and three bangs rang out in succession, and then the wind blew violently, and after flashing from three places in the distance, a figure appeared on the arena like a ghost.

The white silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the young man's fair face had an otherworldly agility. Kilometers away, but between three breaths, it appeared out of thin air, this speed is shocking.

When he appeared on the arena, all the mercenaries were in awe, and then, as if they had been given an order, they knelt down on one knee in great harmony, put their palms in front of their chests, and said respectfully: "Your subordinates welcome the Pavilion Master!" ”

The young man beside Sikong Yao, who was stunned and at a loss, was the Pavilion Master of the Falling Star Pavilion who was left behind by Liu Xiucai. Seeing that the people around him were all kneeling down, only himself and the pavilion master were standing together, Sikong Yao's face looked a little embarrassed, but he didn't know what to do.

The pavilion master seemed to see Sikong Yao's embarrassed look, and then smiled: "Haha, it's okay, you are not from my Falling Star Pavilion, and you don't need luggage to see me, so it's okay." ”

Sikong Yao nodded blankly and said softly, "Ah...... Okay, the junior Sikong Yao has seen the pavilion master. ”

The pavilion master chuckled, then turned around and salivated at the tricolor and fruit made by Yao Feng: "Ah, this thing looks really delicious." ”

No matter how hard Sikong Yao tried, he couldn't imagine that Eyes, a young man who looked like he was twenty years old later, would actually be the pavilion master of the first mercenary group in the mainland, and at this moment, he was praising his opponent's cooking......

The pavilion master gently tapped the red Japanese fruit with his fingertips, like a childlike child, and said, "This seems to be delicious, who made it?" ”

Yao Feng said respectfully: "Your Excellency, Yao Feng is not talented, this is the hawthorn and fruit that I fabricated indiscriminately, which made the Pavilion Master laugh." ”

"Oh? Hawthorn and fruit are fun. ”

Feeling the soft elasticity coming from the cold cake crust, the Pavilion Master of the Falling Star Pavilion, who was admired by all the mercenaries, actually licked his lips in front of Sikong Yao.

This is incompatible with Sikong Yao's imagination, the overlord style whose strength is overwhelming and can make countless mercenaries smear.

As if feeling the gaze of a strange gaze, the pavilion master turned his head, glanced at Sikong Yao, and said with a smile: "Is it you who is the one who fights against Yao Feng?" Your name is Sikong Yao? ”

Sikong Yao nodded and answered truthfully: "Well, yes." ”

Then the pavilion master caught a glimpse of the lava cake beside Sikong Yao, and asked, "What did you cook?" ”

Sikong Yao replied without humility or arrogance: "Lava cake." ”

Seeing that the beautiful folds were sprinkled with mouth-watering sweet powder, the pavilion master licked his mouth again and said with a smile: "That, I don't know if I can try it?" ”

Yao Feng was on the verge of Daxing, his voice was raised a few points, and he immediately responded: "Of course you can, it's my honor to be able to ask the Pavilion Master to be the judge of this cooking duel!" ”

The Pavilion Master then glanced at Sikong Yao again, trying to seek permission. …

Sikong Yao also nodded, and replied without mind: "Of course you can, no matter who it is, in front of the food, it is a diner." As long as it satisfies the diners, that's enough. ”

The pavilion master smiled like a sunny day, and said happily: "Haha, then I'm not welcome." Is there a cooking duel? It's really interesting, on the arena of the Falling Star Pavilion, there has never been a battle like this. ”

Then the pavilion master set his eyes on the three-color waga and the lava cake respectively, and after some consideration, he said slowly: "Let's start with these three balls, I'm a little thirsty all the way, and I still have soda to drink, it's really sweet." ”

"Uh......" Yao Feng's face was embarrassed, and he looked a little embarrassed when he wanted to speak and stopped.

The pavilion master said puzzledly, "Is there any problem, Yao Feng?" ”

Yao Feng timidly explained, "Pavilion Master, this ...... It's called Sanshiki Wagashi, and it's a Japanese dessert that doesn't have a meatball......"

The pavilion master said inexplicably: "Huh? But I look like meatballs, haha, what about this soda, cherry juice or pomegranate juice? ”

Yao Feng's face was a little embarrassed, and then he responded, "Pavilion Master...... This is not a soda, it is roselle tea with hawthorn added to it. ”

The pavilion master sighed as if he didn't understand, "That's ......."

Yao Feng sighed lightly, sure enough, it was a futile thing to say this to someone who didn't know how to cook......

The pavilion owner gently picked up the roselle tea held in a delicate glass, smelled it gently, and suddenly the cells in his body seemed to be bathed, and he was in high spirits.

Yao Feng said: "This octagonal cup is specially made for flower tea, which can make the aroma last longer. ”

The pavilion master nodded, obviously very satisfied with the dish, but asked, "But if you want to make tea, why are there these small bubbles?" ”

At this time, Sikong Yao found out that in the roselle tea, there were small bubbles floating like soda, if it wasn't for the pavilion master to pick it up, I'm afraid Sikong Yao hadn't discovered this secret.

Yao Feng showed a smug look, and then explained: "The secret of these little bubbles is because I added sago dew to the roselle tea!" (To be continued)