Fang Beishan gritted his teeth angrily, in the past few years, there have been constant conflicts between Feihuang Village and Fulong Village, and there are countless souls who have died under Wang Hong's snatching, and Wang Hong's murder can be said to have made the entire Feihuang Village change its color.

Fang Beishan had no doubt that this lifeless Wang Hong would fight hard with him for a village owner's wife.

In addition, Sikong Yao also has a twisted bomb in his hand that will explode, which is an external and internal trouble, in case it is not good, he will really put his life on the line.

Of course, all this is just Fang Beishan's own wishful thinking, Sikong Yao is just the chief pastry chef of Fulongzhai.

But in any case, Fang Beishan is indeed afraid, people are afraid of death, especially as the young master of Feihuang Village, Fang Beishan thinks that he is delicate and expensive, and he is a man who will unify the Changshan Mountain Range in the future, and he must not fall here.

Fang Beishan tried his best to restrain his anger, revealing an ugly smile that was not smiling, and said, "Brother Wang Hong, if you have something to say." ”

Wang Hong raised the machine gun in his hand, with a look of "If you dare to move, Lao Tzu will kill you", and said impatiently: "Who is your eldest brother, there is no little brother like you in Fulongzhai." ”

Fang Beishan scolded viciously in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that there were not enough people right now, he decided to fight with this bald muscular guy.

But after weighing the gap between the two sides, Fang Beishan could only curry favor and said: "You see this is all a misunderstanding, I fell in love with this rubber spatula, but unfortunately your people also took a fancy to it, so there was a conflict." ”

Wang Hong stared at a pair of bright big eyes and shouted, "You mean that my people from Fulongzhai robbed you of something?" ”

Fang Beishan said: "Don't dare, Fang Mou didn't mean that." ”

Wang Hong shouted again and said, "Fuck, what you mean is that this thing is really your Feihuangzhai." ”

Fang Beishan was so angry that he was about to crush his teeth, this Wang Hong was simply unreasonable, but there was nothing to do at the moment, only one word was written: forbearance.

Fang Beishan said again: "I didn't mean that, Lao Tzu doesn't want it, I'll give this thing to you." ”

Wang Hong then shouted: "Lao Tzu is not rare in your charity, whoever this thing belongs should be, let our people go first." ”

Fang Beishan scolded Wang Hong thousands of times in his heart, this guy is really messing around.

Fang Beishan had to smile and said, "What does Captain Huang mean?" ”

Wang Hong saw that Sikong Yao was injured, and a nameless fire surged in his heart, although Sikong Yao did not officially join Fulongzhai, but Wang Hong had long regarded this chief pastry chef as a person from Fulongzhai.

Since she is from Fulongzhai, Wang Hong will not allow her to be hurt in the slightest, and now Sikong Yao is obviously being bullied by Fang Beishan a lot.

Wang Hong was angry and said angrily: "Fuck, Lao Tzu has to kill him." ”

Sikong Yao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled at Wang Hong.

Although Sikong Yao and Fulongzhai are not right, the so-called enemy of the enemy is a friend, and Fulongzhai and Sikong Yao both have a common enemy, that is, Fang Beishan.

At this time, there was a word, collusion.

In addition, Wang Hong's extraordinary momentum also made Sikong Yao addicted, and now he said with a smile: "Brother Wang Hong, thank you this time." ”

Wang Hong scratched the bald head with the barrel of the machine gun, and also grinned, and said, "You're welcome." ”

At the same time, Fang Beishan secretly moved a few steps back, preparing to evacuate.

Wang Hong violently swept the machine gun at the foot of Fang Beishan, and reprimanded: "Who allowed you to go?" ”

Fang Beishan gritted his teeth, his expression was extremely hideous, and said, "Wang Hong, what else do you want?" ”

Wang Hong pointed to the rubber spatula in Fang Beishan's hand and said, "Don't say that Lao Tzu bullied you, give you a chance to compete with our chief pastry chef in Fulongzhai, whoever wins this scraper will belong to whom." ”

Fang Beishan's heart was secretly refreshed, and he breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that Sikong Yao was not the wife of the village owner, so it would be easy to handle now.

Fang Beishan immediately responded: "No problem." ”

Wang Hong said again: "I don't know what the rules are, you set them yourself." ”

Fang Beishan sneered: "Just go to my store, it is fully equipped." ”

Changshan Town, Feihuang Dessert House.

As soon as Sikong Yao stepped into Fang Beishan's small shop, he knew that Fang Beishan was not a fancy shelf, the store was fully equipped, all of them were professional dessert equipment, and there were three ovens alone.

Fang Beishan sneered and said, "Don't say that my Beishan bullies you as a little girl, the theme of the dessert is up to you." ”

Confidence, absolute confidence, only someone who is very confident in their skills can say such things.

Sikong Yao looked Fang Beishan up and down for a moment, and then looked at the works on the shelves in the Feihuang dessert house, full of dazzling colors, so eye-catching.

Sikong Yao said casually: "I didn't expect that your character is not very good, but your skills are not bad." ”

Fang Beishan pretended not to hear Sikong Yao's taunt, and then said, "If you're afraid, just admit defeat." ”

Sikong Yao grabbed an egg casually, threw it towards Fang Beishan, and said, "It's like an egg, an egg dessert." ”

Fang Beishan caught the egg and replied proudly: "No problem." ”

Wang Hong suddenly shouted and said, "Wait." ”

When it comes to cooking, every chef has a fire in their hearts, and they love it sincerely.

Fang Beishan had already mobilized every active cell in his body and was ready to do a big job, but he didn't expect to be stopped by Wang Hong suddenly, and suddenly the atmosphere that was burning again cooled down.

Fang Beishan said unhappily: "Wang Hong, what do you want to do?" ”

Wang Hong said with a smile: "I think it's boring to be so much, since it's a competition, there must be an audience, or let's just go outside to compete." ”

Fang Beishan was choked by Wang Hong in front of the public and didn't dare to say much, the face of the young master of Feihuang Village was lost, and he was worried that he couldn't get his face back, Wang Hong's proposal was in the middle of it.

"Okay, no problem, just go outside and let you lose a shameless face."

After Fang Beishan finished speaking, he didn't forget to glance at Sikong Yao, full of provocation.

Sikong Yao said: "Since you are competing outside, you have to increase the stakes, otherwise it won't be enjoyable." ”

Fang Beishan said: "Okay, how do you add it?" ”

Sikong Yao smiled: "It's simple, whoever loses will shout three times in public, 'The dessert I made is unpalatable'." ”

Fang Beishan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, lost three percent of his momentum, and said, "So ruthless? ”

Sikong Yao raised his willow eyebrows and said with a smile: "What's the matter, I'm afraid?" ”

Fang Beishan snorted coldly and said, "Just kidding, it's so decided." ”

Fang Beishan said everything, the egg in his hand flew out, knocked on the wall of the bowl, and with a "click", the egg liquid hung down along the wall of the bowl, and the egg shell flew straight into the trash can.

Fang Beishan's hand provoked the audience on the street to exclaim: "Good skill!" ”

Fang Beishan then added water to beat the egg mixture evenly, added flour, and kneaded into a dough.

After the dough rests for half an hour, it is cut into thin slices with a knife, then cut into small thin strips and sifted off the floating surface.

Preheat the oil pan, boil the peanut oil to 120°C, put in the thin noodles, remove when fried until yellow-white, and drain the oil droplets.

Fang Beishan put the sugar and water into the pot and boiled, added the starch sugar, honey and osmanthus to boil and cut it, a pair of chopsticks stirred quickly, and the viscous syrup hung on the tips of the chopsticks.

Fang Beishan quickly pulled out the chopsticks, and actually pulled the silk.

Mix the fried thin noodles with a circle of shredded sugar, spread a layer of sesame seeds in the frame, pour the noodles into the wooden frame and spread them flat, sprinkle some raisins, and then cut them into bricks with a knife and let them cool to form a prototype.

Sikong Yao recognized that Fang Beishan made a Manchu dessert, Shaqima.

"Yanjing Chronicles" once recorded: Shaqi Manai Manchurian dumplings, with rock sugar, cream and white noodles for it, the shape is like glutinous rice, baked in a non-ash wood oven, then into a square, sweet and greasy and edible.

Shaqima has won the love of the general public with its soft, sweet, melt-in-your-mouth advantages.

Since the Manchus entered the customs, Shaqima became popular in Beijing, and today, as a delicious Manchu dumpling, Shaqima's reputation has spread from the north to all over China, but I didn't expect to be able to see it on the border of Vietnam today.

Fang Beishan improved the traditional shaqima cooking technique, mixing vanilla saccharin into the eggs, and changing the second frying process to high-temperature oven baking, so that the baked shaqima looked like a brick-shaped cake.

Fangbei Mountain's Shaqima has a sweet and soft taste, golden color, sweet but not greasy, melts in the mouth, and has a fragrant taste, which is really a good product.

Shaqima's original name was Saqima, and the origin of the name is very interesting.

Legend has it that there was a Manchurian general surnamed Sa, who loved to hunt on horseback, and a perennial horse ignored his crotch, and every time he returned from hunting, he liked to eat a little snack, and he was tricky, and he did not let the dessert master do repetitive things.

Once, the dessert master lost his mind and smashed the dim sum stained with egg wash, but General Sa was in a hurry, and the dessert master was in a hurry, and he scolded, "I want to kill the horseman!" ”

Unexpectedly, General Sa was very satisfied with this unconventional dessert and asked, "What is this?" ”

The pastry chef was angry, and replied indiscriminately: "Kill the horse!" ”

General Sa frowned and said, "Shaqima is not good, just call it Saqima!" ”

Since then, Shaqima's reputation has spread.

This shaqima is Fang Beishan's specialty dessert, which is a famous dessert in Changshan Town, and the audience is extremely salivating.

As soon as this move came out, Sikong Yao's momentum dropped by half.

Although Wang Hong had eaten baguettes made by Sikong Yao, it was obviously not the same grade as Fang Beishan's Shaqima.

Wang Hong couldn't help but worry and asked, "Sikong Yao, are you okay?" ”

Sikong Yao snorted lightly and said, "No problem, go get me a bottle of red wine." ”

Wang Hong was puzzled and said, "What do you want red wine for?" ”

Sikong Yao said with a smile: "Mountain people have their own wonderful uses. ”

Shaqima is a Chinese dessert, and the use of oil pot is inevitably a little atmospheric, on the other hand, Sikong Yao's dessert skills are much more delicate and cute.

Sikong Yao shook the stirrer in his hand quickly, like a silver flying dragon, like thunder at every turn.