The host mobilized a more popular atmosphere in the square and shouted: "This time, the dessert assessment league of the National Culinary Academy has been carried out so far, and the candidates for the championship have appeared, namely Ke Qing from the Saint-Yide Road Cuisine Academy, and Wu Aonan from the Nightless Cuisine Academy. The final assessment topic of this league is, croissant bread! So who is the real new generation of pastry masters? Let's wait and see! ”

With an order, the championship battle of the dessert assessment league also slowly kicked off.

Ke Qing hadn't reacted from his own words, and Wu Aonan had already taken the lead.

Gluten flour mixed with caster sugar and salt, melted butter and dough.

The croissants, which are very popular in western France, do not originate in France, but are "imported" from other countries.

Strictly speaking, dessert and bread are very clearly defined in some countries, for example, in France, bread is bread and dessert is dessert, and must not be confused.

However, sometimes the scope of dessert is really difficult to determine, and like brioche rolls such as croissant, they cannot be classified as bread or desserts, so they are called "Viennese desserts".

If it's hard to understand, there's another thing that's very familiar, and that's donuts.

Donuts are also an outstanding example of "Viennese desserts".

However, among the "Viennese desserts", the most famous is this meniscus-shaped croissant.

The inspiration for this crescent-like shape has long been legendary, and the most famous is the "Turkish scimitar" that was carried by the Turkish army.

In the 17th century, the Turkish army invaded Vienna in Austria, but could not do it for a long time.

Anxious, the Turkish general had a plan and decided to dig a tunnel leading to the city in the dead of night, so as to unknowingly attack the city of Vienna.

Unfortunately, it is. In the dead of night, the sound of Turkish digging tunnels was discovered by a pastry chef who was kneading dough and making doughnuts overnight.

The pastry chef reported the incident to the king overnight, and the Turks returned in vain.

In honor of this pastry chef, the pastry chef of all over Vienna. The king ordered him to make the bread in the shape of the crescent moon on the Turkish flag.

As a result, the croissant became the world-famous "Viennese dessert".

Croissant is the most basic dessert, it has only four steps: dough, shape, color, and baking.

In terms of harmony, Ke Qing is more than one grade behind Wu Aonan.

What's worse is that the dough that came out directly affected the shape of the croissant, and it was obvious that Wu Aonan had won again.

Without a beautiful shape, the egg wash can't hang evenly on the bread, and the baked color is naturally not visible. At this point, Ke Qing lost again.

Even Ke Qing's best baking heat in the end was only a tie with Wu Aonan.

The winners and losers are already obvious, and the students of St. Edro Culinary Academy are all disappointed.

Wu Aonan proudly displayed his works, holding his head high.

Two crystal tears hung on Ke Qing's eyes. It's uncomfortable.

Wu Aonan pretended to be humble and said, "Miss Ke Qing, admit it, it's really my honor to be able to face you." ”

Some students of the dessert department gritted their teeth and clenched their fists in anger, Wu Aonan was obviously crying and fake mercy, which made people feel a nameless fire in their hearts.

Counselor of the consert department of the Cookery College. That is, Wu Aonan's instructor, also stood up proudly and shouted: "Aonan, tell everyone, which academy are you a student of!" ”

Wu Aonan said excitedly: "My name is Wu Aonan, and I am from the Nightless Cuisine Academy!" Except for desserts. Our academy's Chinese and Western food, drinks and sushi are all first-class delicious! ”

This is a naked provocation, but in the face of the arrogant Nightless Culinary Academy, the students of the St. Edro Culinary Academy can only grit their teeth in anger.

That's what the game is. The winner is the king, the loser is the villain, and the loser has nothing.

No one cares who the champion is, everyone will only remember that the champion of the Dessert Assessment League of the National Culinary Academy is Wu Aonan of the Cooking Academy of the Night.

As for the runner-up, who? It seems to be from St. Eide's Culinary Academy, I don't know, I can't remember.

Without strength, it is destined to be slaughtered by others, without strength, even the dignity of his own academy cannot be defended, and without strength, people will step on their own turf and scatter wild.

As a student of St. Eide's Culinary Academy, everyone will have a trace of feelings in their hearts, especially people like Ke Qing, who are even more deeply guilty of self-blame.

Ke Qing hung her head slightly, her two fingers were stirred together, and she apologized to He Lai: "I'm sorry, teacher." ”

He Lai sighed, and could only comfort: "It's okay Ke Qing, you don't have to blame yourself, the game is like this, there are losses and wins, you can do this step, you have already won glory for the dessert department, just treat it as an assessment, you don't need to take it to heart." ”

He Lai patted Ke Qing on the shoulder, forced a smile and comforted: "It's okay, it's a big deal to wait until the National Cherry Cup Dessert Competition, I believe that the dessert department of St. Yide Road Cuisine Academy will not be in decline forever." ”

"Let's go." He Lai was the first to stand up, and Ke Qing looked at his slightly reddened eyes, which didn't seem to be as free and easy as he said.

Of course, there is no way to be free and easy, as a counselor of the dessert department, He Lai can be regarded as the founding father of the St. Edder Road Cooking Academy.

However, the dessert department has never taught very good students, and even embarrassed in front of the pastry chefs of major culinary colleges across the country, which made He Lai's heart extremely uncomfortable.

The students of the dessert department were disappointed, and then sighed, all of them lowered their heads, the school was dull, and they naturally felt that they had no face.

In this way, Ke Qing's heart was even more uncomfortable, as the most outstanding student in the dessert department, she could not win glory for the college.

Just thinking like this, sad tears splashed down one by one.

Among the sad crowd, the most uncomfortable are the students in the baking class, because the real dessert goddess in their minds has not yet appeared.

They had been looking forward to her being able to bring them back to their proud heads.

However, time passed minute by minute, and her figure still did not appear.

The host began to announce the results of the competition, shouting, "Are there any other students from St. Edro Cuisine Academy who can compete now?" Otherwise, I'll have to announce the winner of this competition. ”

What a ridiculous fact that the Faculty of Cuisine of St. Idro hosts a competition, but the winner is not a student of the academy.

The students of the dessert department had already begun to prepare to leave the square, and Ke Qing also stood up in shame, preparing to run away from everyone's sight.

However, the moment Ke Qing got up, her body suddenly stiffened, her pretty face suddenly raised, and she murmured, "She's here."

"Huh? What the? He Lai, who was on the side, was slightly stunned, and didn't hear what Ke Qing was saying clearly.

At the same time, the host announced, "Then I hereby announce that the key winner of this Culinary Academy Dessert League is!" Wu ......"

"Huh" ......

Just as He Lai was asking Ke Qing to speak, in the sky above the square, an amazing sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

With the sound of breaking wind, a wood-colored rolling pin burst out from the entrance of the square.

The rolling pin slammed into the operating table in front of Wu Aonan, and the hard stainless steel desktop was directly pierced through a hole by the rolling pin.

The remaining flour on the countertop rose and swirled around a small area, choking Wu Aonan with a miasma.

Wu Aonan snorted coldly: "Who is it!" ”

Seeing the rolling pin on the operating table, Wu Aonan couldn't help but shudder.

Ke Qing's eyes were fixed on the entrance of the square, where there was a shadow rushing at great speed.

Ke Qing's face swelled with an unconcealable excitement, and her voice was full of exclamation, "She's here!" ”

Hearing Ke Qing's words, He Lai and the students of the dessert department all trembled violently, and immediately hurriedly turned their eyes to the shadow at the entrance.

The girl's shadow finally entered people's sight, like a savior.

He Lai turned around abruptly and shouted, "Wait a minute! There is one more person in the dessert department! ”

Familiar pictures, familiar lines, and the people in the baking class burst into tears in a moment, regardless of men and women.

The girl in the distance suddenly stopped, patted the dust on her body, and then adjusted her breath.

Obviously, she is also worried, but she still has to put on a very calm and unhurried appearance, which is really a little girl's mentality.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the noisy square began to fall silent, and then only the faint sound of footsteps could be heard.

In this silent square, the sound of footsteps seems to be stepping on people's hearts, making people's hearts beat with it.

The moment the girl appeared, everyone forgot to breathe, and just kept their eyes on her.

Because in her, there is something they want, and that thing is called hope.

Click, click.

The sound was soft, and it gradually became louder, and the girl's figure stepped forward step by step.

A moment later, she was finally under everyone's gaze!

Wu Aonan felt an unprecedented sense of oppression on the girl in front of him, as if in front of her, his proud dessert skills would meet his opponent.

Wu Aonan asked coldly, "Who are you?" ”

Everyone knows who she is, because at this critical moment, she is the savior of the dessert department.

The girl took a step forward, raised her head slightly, and her faint voice, but like thunder, rumbled in the ears of everyone around the square.

"Baking class, Sikong Yao!"