Although it has lost the delicate sweetness of caster sugar, the unique flavor of binocular candy is coarser than ordinary sugar, and the binocular candy, which resembles sea salt, is added to the production of desserts, which can make the taste of the dessert itself more pure.

Binocular candy is a specialty of Japan, and it is basically impossible to buy it in China, and it is rarely used by pastry chefs.

Tasting the deliciousness of Fukushaya Nagasaki cake, Sikong Yao secretly thought about it in her heart, and immediately glanced at Yuan Fengxue on the battlefield again, because the smug look in his eyes couldn't make her not care.

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue said proudly: "Nagasaki cake is such a simple thing, after the egg white chef's dense and soft foam is handmade, slowly add egg yolk and eye sugar and stir, and then slowly add sugar, syrup, flour and mix, in the process of making, the eye sugar will slowly blend into the batter because of stirring, and the dissolved granule sugar wine will remain at the bottom layer to form a thin crispy layer you eat, which is a unique taste that can only be quenched by hand and time!" ”

Sikong Yao's eyes widened curiously, held up the Nagasaki cake in his hand, and said in surprise: "Eh-it turns out that the bottom layer is a caramel layer of binocular candy, I thought it was a soda cake added." ”

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue's face became even more smug at this time, as if this Nagasaki cake was made by him, and said: "Under the fluffy appearance, there is a solid aroma, especially the double eye candy under the bite, making a 'Kazkaz' sound, and the mouth is full of the aroma of eggs!" ”

Sikong Yao laughed and said, "Haha, look at what you said, it's as if you made this cake." ”

Unexpectedly, Battlefield Haramine Xue retorted: "I will also make this Nagasaki cake." ”

Sikong Yao was stunned for a moment, and said suspiciously: "You will too?" Dessert? Nagasaki cake? ”

The corners of Battlefield Yuan Fengxue's mouth rose slightly, and he said confidently: "Hmm." Of course. ”

Sikong Yao hesitated for a moment and said, "Uncle Zejian, is your so-called 'stinky father', right?" ”

Suddenly, when this person is mentioned, it is only fleeting. But it still attracted Sikong Yao's attention, and a strange look obviously flashed in the eyes of Yuan Fengxue on the battlefield, not because his father was proud of being a chef in a one-star Michelin restaurant, but a little disdainful?

Although the battlefield Yuan Fengxue showed a strange look, his expression did not change. Still said indifferently: "Uh-huh, stinky daddy." ”

Stuffing the Nagasaki cake in his hand into his mouth, the battlefield Yuan Fengxue immediately occupied another frame on the edge of the swing where Sikong Yao was sitting, looking up at the sky and making a sound, making Sikong Yao unable to see his expression.

The cool breeze of early autumn was blowing in the air, and at this time of the night, the silence seemed a little bleak, Sikong Yao took another bite of cake, and said cautiously: "Fengxue? ”

The battlefield Yuan Fengxue did not respond, as if he was caught in a whirlpool of thoughts. I can't hear the words of others anymore.

Sikong Yao shrugged her shoulders, this person seemed to be like this, her unpredictable temper made her unable to grasp the slightest routine, and after sighing lightly, Sikong Yao turned her gaze back to Nagasaki Cake.

"If you don't eat it, I'll take care of the rest?" Sikong Yao tried to talk to Yuan Fengxue on the battlefield again.

In the silent park, his own sigh sounded, and Sikong Yao did not get a response.

Let him be.

Sikong Yao immediately ignored him. Just continue to eat the cake, if the battlefield Yuan Fengxue wants to say it, he will say it himself, Sikong Yao has such a premonition.

A faint honey flavor melted in the mouth. The Nagasaki cake that Battlefield Yuan Fengxue bought had two flavors, and Sikong Yao ate it with honey flavor at this time.

Sikong Yao thought for a while and muttered: "It's not as delicious as the original, the taste of honey masks the aroma of eggs." When it comes to honey cake, it should be very delicious. The fluffy, springy, and fragrant feel doesn't match the sponge cake of Nagasaki cake at all. ”

Shaking his head slightly, Sikong Yao denied this approach.

Suddenly, the figure of Yuan Fengxue on the battlefield shook slightly, turned his head to look at Sikong Yao, and asked, "Do you also think that the honey taste is delicious?" ”

Sikong Yao glanced at the battlefield Yuan Fengxue and responded: "I can't say that it's not delicious, but it's still better than the original, the authentic Nagasaki cake was originally without honey, right?" ”

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue suddenly laughed inexplicably, and whispered: "Yes, so if you add honey, can't you sell it?" ”

"Huh?" The voice of the battlefield Yuan Fengxue was so low that Sikong Yao didn't hear it clearly.

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue suddenly laughed again, tilted his head and laughed: "Hahaha, just because the taste is not 'authentic', it is not good." ”

Sikong Yao felt a little depressed in his heart at this time, and a faint sorrow came from nowhere, but he was really infected by the emotions of Yuan Fengxue on the battlefield, and the sad and angry laughter contained anger that could not be poured out.

Sikong Yao hesitated for a while, and finally slowly asked, "Feng Xue, is something going on...... Between you and Uncle Sawami? ”

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue shook her head as if laughing at herself, and instead of answering Sikong Yao's question, she asked, "Sikong Yao, do you also think that only authentic cuisine is delicious?" Isn't there any point in cooking that isn't authentic? ”

Sikong Yao's brows suddenly furrowed, and he said with a little displeasure: "I didn't mean that. ”

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue stood up and said, "Then why did you say that the honey-flavored Nagasaki cake is not as delicious as the original?" ”

Sikong Yao retorted: "I didn't say that it was not delicious, I just thought that the honey-flavored sponge cake embryo was not as good as the combination with chiffon cake, but I did not deny the existence of honey-flavored Nagasaki cake, it is the same as a dish created by chefs with heart, its existence is to bring happiness to people, if you ignore this, it is not delicious with or without honey." ”

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue was suddenly stunned, speechless, and after some distress, he sighed slowly and said, "You're right......"

Sikong Yao realized that he seemed to have gone too far, and made up for it: "Feng Xue, would you like to talk to me?" What happened? About you and Uncle Sawami, there are ...... Nagasaki cake. ”

Facing Sikong Yao's sincere gaze, Battlefield Yuan Ze hesitated for a while, sat back on the swing, sighed again, and slowly said, "Nagasaki cake, my mother taught me to make it.

"Is Feng Xue's mother also a pastry chef? That must be amazing, right? Sikong Yao said enviously.

"She's dead." Battlefield Harasawami lowered his head.

Sikong Yao apologized: "Ah...... Sorry......"

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue shook his head and said open-mindedly: "It's okay, my mother left with a smile." ”

Like a child who had done something wrong, Sikong Yao lowered his head with a little guilt, while Battlefield Yuan Fengxue continued: "There was an earthquake, I didn't have time to run, and then left. The last thing she said to me was, 'Listen to Daddy.'" ”

Sikong Yao was silent, at this time, it was best not to say anything, and let the battlefield Yuan Fengxue slowly release the emotions in his heart.

"Mom, she's the heir of Fukusha House." Battlefield Yuan Fengxue said proudly.

Sikong Yao was stunned for a moment, and then he was able to understand the approach of Yuan Fengxue on the battlefield, and said, "So in order to remember her, you went to Fusha House to buy a cake?" ”

Battlefield Harasawa nodded and said, "Well, when I'm not happy, I will go to Fukusaya, hoping to eat the same delicious Nagasaki cake as my mother's cooking, but unfortunately I haven't been able to buy it." ”

Even if the heirs of Fukusaya have the same recipe and the same craftsmanship, the taste of the food will be different, and the reason for this mystery and mystery is inexplicable.

No one can restore the taste of the food of the dead, and no one can do it.

Like this, Sikong Yao couldn't bear to say it to Yuan Fengxue on the battlefield.

However, the battlefield Yuan Fengxue seemed to be very open, and suddenly smiled: "Although I also know that it is impossible to eat Nagasaki cake that tastes exactly the same, and the cake made by my mother is unique, but I just want to taste it again......"

The tone gradually lowered again, and the battlefield Yuan Fengxue fell into a trough again.

Sikong Yao tried to pull the battlefield Yuan Fengxue out of the loss, so he said: "Although I can't taste that taste anymore, it's in your heart, whether it's Nagasaki cake or your mother, there are always memories that can be recalled, right?" ”

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue sighed: "Yes, but he won't understand, he doesn't take his mother seriously at all." ”

Sikong Yao hesitated slightly, and then said, "He, is he referring to Uncle Zejian?" ”

"Yes." Battlefield Yuan Fengxue nodded, not avoiding the question.

Sikong Yao persuaded: "But I feel that the original predecessors of the battlefield are not such merciful talents. ”

The corners of Battlefield Yuan Fengxue's mouth raised a mocking arc, and said, "You've only been in contact with him for a few days?" You've only been here for a week, and how much do you know about him in those seven days? Aside from the business in the restaurant, what did he let you do? ”

"Uh......" Sikong Yao was speechless, looking back, it was true that he hadn't learned anything in the past few days.

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue said again: "In his heart, there is only his restaurant, you are a student from the St. Yide Road Cuisine Academy, right?" Your school's traditions. ”

Sikong Yao nodded.

Battlefield Yuan Fengxue added: "But you don't know, if you want to really learn the ability, only my mother can give it to you, stinky daddy, not only is he not a good husband, nor a good father, but also not a good teacher, the only thing he deserves to admit is the ability to pinch sushi." (To be continued.) )