One, two, three....

Chen Bo successively decorated the whole group of cupcakes with different colors of faces, with distinctive features and good quality, which amazed the onlookers.

The characters created in the hands are not confined to tradition, but are more cartoonish, and are more down-to-earth while retaining the original flavor.

"This flower mouth is not easy to use, and it takes a lot of effort to make it." Chen Bo worked hard for a long time, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and admired his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The flower nozzle supporting the baking class is used for decorating, and Chen Bo has to use a long serrated knife to flatten and wipe it out after squeezing it out, which delays a lot of time.

Although not 100% restored, Chen Bo has achieved a very high achievement for beginners.

The strong sense of contrast created by this before and after contrast is similar to that of a small transparent student who is cramming and unexpectedly takes first place in the final exam.

Chen Bo belongs to a type of person with strong hands-on ability, but he is lazy and usually doesn't like to toss, and he is not ambiguous when he really needs to show his dew.

Painting a Peking Opera face on a cupcake is not too difficult, probably more difficult than painting a pattern with clear outlines, but compared to Wang Xu's tricky wood carving skills, the latter is obviously better.

"Can I try it?" A female classmate blinked, hoping for an affirmative answer.

Chen Bo said without hesitation: "No, this is for students in the cafeteria for supper, if you eat one, you will have one less, you go to the window to buy it." ”

"Okay, how much."

"Three pieces each."

Chen Bo now feels that 3 yuan is a big loss, and he has condensed so many labor crystals, at least he has to add more zeros to be worthy of paying.

The male classmate who had mocked him before was silent, shrunk to the back of the crowd in recognition, and couldn't help but stand on tiptoe in curiosity.

"Can I take a picture?"

"Okay, okay, better hurry, I'm going to get it soon." Chen Bo reserved two minutes for them to take pictures, and a group of people connected the screen around the Peking Opera cupcakes.

"You're blocking the light, please borrow it."

"Line up, come one by one."

"You're in the camera, you're really convinced."

"Hurry up, there's only half a minute left."

Girls always like to procrastinate, seeing that people are not dispersed, Chen Bo is not good to take it away, for fear of any accidents, and in the end he will be busy in vain.

"It's finally over, rush to death."

More than double the estimated time, Chen Bo held the iron plate and strode cautiously towards the window.

When the aunt saw that the young man had brought another fancy supper, she half-jokingly said, "You young people, do you really have an idea, do you plan to become a five-star chef in the future?" ”

"No, just practice and complete the assessment."

After Chen Bo finished speaking, he turned sideways and bypassed the other party, today's dinner was late, and the good seats were occupied by others, and after looking around, he had no choice but to put Yao Wencheng's sweet potato syrup in the corner.

"Wow, it's better to come at a good time."

"Why are you here for supper again?" Chen Bo rearranged the messy cake and adjusted the angle so that the face of Peking Opera was facing the window.

"Support the assessment of your roommates." Wang Xu glanced at it twice, as if he had an idea.

"Give it all to me, how much is it."

"Just now, a few girls want to buy it, you bought it now, what should they do?"

After all, he only rejected someone once a few minutes ago, and this time he made the girl flutter in the air, and Chen Bo couldn't help it.

"You make a few more copies, I don't care, I'm also a classmate, why treat me differently." Wang Xu glanced at the price card, the unit price was only 3 yuan, and happily swiped the card to pay, and used tweezers to clip out the cakes one by one.

Chen Bo had no choice but to go back and make a new one, otherwise the classmates after him would not be able to eat.

The face of Peking Opera refers to the main color of the face, mainly red, purple, white, yellow, black, blue, green, pink, gray, light blue, ochre, brown, gold, silver and other colors.

The facial prints on the face are often lined with other colors, which have the effect of rendering and highlighting the main color, and the various colors are mixed and matched by red, black and yellow, and the effect is doubled.

Due to the limited time, it was too late to make another set of different colors, so Chen Bo had to choose the easiest white face and start mass production on the assembly line.

"He Yuzhu, is classmate He here?"

Chen Bo heard the teacher shouting He Yuzhu's name, and took time out of his busy schedule to respond: "I'm here, what's the matter?" ”

The teacher followed the voice and urged, "So you're next door, is your cake ready?" There are a lot of people waiting in line to buy it. ”

"Only white faces were made, and there are 12 of them in a group here." Chen Bo took it upon himself to add a layer of filter paper to the decorator, which saved the effort of smoothing and straightening.

"Okay, I'll get it for you." The teacher saw that Chen Bo was too busy, so he didn't disturb his work.

"How many sets are you going to make?" Chen Bo looked at the four ovens with full firepower, and he didn't know the bottom of his heart.

"You can make a group of five or six, almost."

"Five or six groups...."

Chen Bo was bitter in his heart, and he did it at a fast pace, afraid that he would get to the canteen to close the stall, and he knew that he would not fix this broken wall at the beginning.

The teacher also specially called two aunts to help him stir the eggs, Chen Bo only needed to color the baked cake and paint his face, even so, the speed of supply still could not keep up with the demand.

"I'm an emotionless decorator." Chen Bo was about to make a conditioned reflex, and he recognized this hateful white face when it turned into ashes.

"Can you make something else, there are leadership requirements." The teacher made a new request.

"Which leader? The official does not do it. Chen Bo replied quite straightforwardly, selling face depends on the coffee position.

"The director of the Yuanyu City Taxation Bureau, they just came to the cadres for further training today."

"From the tax bureau, let's do it."

Chen Bo did a good job of this group of white faces, and returned to the old way before, he made a few representative red, black and yellow faces to cope with errands.

Finally able to stop for a while, Chen Bo looked at his phone, it was almost 11 o'clock.

The aunt, who specializes in mixing eggs, asked, "Young man, I have never seen such a best-selling supper, where did you learn your cooking skills?" ”

"Self-taught, just those e-books on the Internet."

Another aunt fell in love with Chen Bo and thought about the marriage line, "Is there a partner, I have a lot of good girls on my hands." ”

"Academics are important, don't fall in love." Chen Bowan rejected the other party's kindness, and he himself advocated free love.

After the liberation, Chen Bo did not dare to run to the window, but pretended to be a student watching the excitement and slipped in from the main entrance of the canteen to check the situation.

Many students are still looking forward to it, and the teacher can only prevaricate and say that it is sold out today, please be early tomorrow, and send away a batch, but then another batch of inquiries will come, which is very lively.

The private seat near the window was full of middle-aged people, and it was the leader who spoke, and the younger brothers were holding bread in their hands, and no one dared to make the idea of a cake.

Wang Xu sat next to the director indifferently, taking advantage of the applause of everyone, he consciously threw a piece of cake into his mouth, no one said anything in front of everyone, and the atmosphere was very pleasant.

"You kid, you know a lot of people." Chen Bo was so tired that he was hungry, and when the door was about to close, there was not much supper left in the window, so he chose a sweet potato syrup.

Taking a sip, Chen Bo couldn't help frowning.

"Hiss-Yao Wencheng, did you kid forget to put sugar."