With the initial lead, Chen Bo is confident about this assessment.

The price of cupcakes is 3 yuan each, which is a lot closer to the people than the luxury Niuhe package, and it can be afforded by any university student.

"Hehe, Brother Bo, come so early." Yao Wencheng raised his hand to greet.

"Why are you there? Don't you usually step on the spot? ”

Yao Wencheng said weakly: "Study in advance, I am sugar water this week, and I am afraid that it will be boiled into cold white for students." ”

Chen Bo did not go to the cooking room, where he usually attends, but to the baking room next door, which is the only one equipped with an oven.

He had read the e-books beforehand, and different pastries had different requirements for the temperature of the oven, and he had never used them before, so he wanted to study and practice them first, so as not to bake them.

A strange classmate suddenly came to the classroom, but it didn't attract much attention, it's not uncommon to find a substitute teacher, everyone is used to it, anyway, I'm not familiar with you, no one will meddle.

"Look at this oven, it's big and heavy." Yao Wencheng exclaimed.

"Like this cake, it's small and round?"

Chen Bo turned his attention back to the oven, thinking that it was only the size of a microwave oven, but he didn't expect it to be a four-plus-one combination, which was about to catch up with a small refrigerator, so bulky at a glance that it was specially supplied to restaurants and restaurants.

The oven is very functional, and each type of pastry has a special button, which corresponds to different baking times, so you don't need to adjust it yourself, which seems to be too much to worry about.

Chen Bo found a kind-looking classmate and asked, "Where did you get your low-gluten flour and cake instant oil?" ”

"The teacher will bring it in class."

"Oh, okay, thanks."

Yao Wencheng saw that Chen Bo had done something, and interjected: "Brother Bo, help me pick out the ingredients, I haven't decided what to make sugar water yet." ”

"Do you want something simple or something complex?" Chen Bo tilted his head and asked.

"Simpler, the simpler, the better."

Chen Bo said without thinking: "Sweet potato syrup or mung bean syrup, the two steps are similar, sweet potatoes are sliced, mung beans are mashed, you choose one." ”

"Sweet potato syrup, it's easy to slice, and it's not much, and it's okay to cut it into different sizes." Yao Wencheng nodded excitedly.

The sweet potato syrup required only one ingredient, the two of them changed into protective covers, walked straight into the cold storage, and walked through the meat area, Chen Bo also swayed a tender beef slice with interest.

"I didn't see it when I made fried beef last week, so it was deliberate." Chen Bo shook off for two and a half weeks, vented his dissatisfaction in his heart, and put the meat back in its place.

"It seems that the ingredients are more abundant this week, is it because someone wants to make Malatang?" Yao Wencheng saw okra, which meant average, but the price was quite touching.

"Hopefully he'll satisfy everyone's appetite."

Chen Bo quickened his pace, came to the vegetable and fruit area, picked a few round sweet potatoes that were easy to peel, and filled some white sugar and brown sugar flakes with a seasoning bowl, and solemnly handed them to Yao Wencheng.

"Let's go."

"Huh? So much? Yao Wencheng looked at a few sweet potatoes and felt incredulous.

Chen Bo cast a puzzled look, "Otherwise, isn't this as simple as you want?" ”

"It's too easy, do you want to add more?" Yao Wencheng was worried that the teacher's impression was not good, and he had to look like he was paddling, and he couldn't rely on the waves without oars.

"Add a few more red dates, and then make a purple potato mix." Chen Bo held an ingredient in one hand and stuffed it into Yao Wencheng's arms.

"I think it's okay."

There are two sets of strategies in front of Chen Bo, one is to make cupcakes in a decent way, without playing any fancy games, and the other is to imitate the successful experience of last week and pour some patterns.

If it is just a high score, it is more than enough to be decent, Chen Bo firmly believes that with his cooking skills, even ordinary cupcakes will be paid for.

So he chose the second option.

"Keep challenging and surpassing, this is worthy of my life, haha." Chen Bo didn't know which tendon was wrong, and after pointing out Yao Wencheng's precautions, he began to learn the mounting tutorial on the Internet.

It sounds like you have to hold the spout in your hand and squeeze it evenly on the cake.

But in practice, there are more than 10 different kinds of spouts alone, some are wavy, some are gear-shaped, and some are double spirals, the size is adapted according to the cake, and the strength should be just right.

"It's so hard to be a decorator." Chen Bo looked at his left hand, which had fallen into disrepair for a long time, and it was going to come in handy again today.

"Wow, my sugar water is out of the oven." Yao Wencheng lifted the lid and took a deep breath before pinching his nose violently.

Chen Bo leaned closer, frowned, and said, "Are you planning to make sweet potato paste?" Less water. ”

"Why don't you do it yet?" Yao Wencheng poured the failed products into the sink, and then spoiled the new ingredients.

"I'll go next door when I'm done."

Chen Bo planned to take the theme of Peking Opera as a starting point, he recognized more than a dozen faces, memorized the characteristics, and immediately walked to the baking room next door.

The assessment requirements for the baking class are very low, and the class completes a pastry making, and then the students rate each other after tasting it.

Despite the frequent occurrence of dark dishes, out of mutual benefit, everyone gave high marks with tears in their eyes, and a few of them just turned their heads and ran to the washstand to vomit.

"Please borrow it, I'm from the next class assessment, and I want to serve supper in the canteen."

Chen Bo took up a corner of the table with a dozen eggs, plus some low-gluten flour and cake oil.

"Have you ever baked?" A classmate asked curiously.

"No, I just learned half an hour ago." Chen Bo beat the eggs into the plastic basin one by one with an expressionless face, grabbed the stirring claw and operated it as fiercely as a tiger.

"It looks good, but whether it's good or not is another matter."

"I'm really worried about my classmates who had supper today."

"I heard that you also served supper last week, how many weeks have you been assessed?"

"Three weeks, second week today." Chen Bo took the time to answer the questions, added flour and instant oil according to the ratio on the manual, and continued the previous operation.

"Look at you, you used too much force, and it got on your clothes." A mediocre-looking male classmate teased.

Chen Bo didn't pay attention to it, scraped some egg bubbles with his hands, tentatively closed them one by one, and saw that the plasticity had been completed, so he carefully poured it into the mold and threw it into the baking box.

After 8 and a half minutes of baking, 12 cupcakes were freshly baked, and Chen Bo borrowed a piping tool to recall the faces in his mind and portray the image at the desk.

As soon as the stroke was placed, the white cream covered most of the area, and the classmates who didn't know the truth whispered in private: "I can't decorate a flower, and I'm really a novice." ”

The first Peking Opera face was halfway portrayed, and people with sharp eyes and knowledge recognized it.

"Is it a white face?"

Chen Bo smiled and said, "Yes, it's boring to decorate flowers." ”