"Da Da Da ......"

The crisp collision of dishes and chopsticks is light and rhythmic.

It's already late at night in the cake shop, and it should be time to get off work, but today is different.

Whether it was the front desk in charge of sales, or the pastry chef who made the cake, none of them left.

All eyes were on the operator's room, the man in a neat kitchen dress.

The dough in his hand was soft into a round ball, fluffy and shapely, and even though he knew that it was just a ball of noodles, he still had the urge to grasp it in his hand and knead it well.

There is no shortage of pastry chefs with professional backgrounds, and even their masters, who used to be in charge of pastries in some of Guangdong's top hotels, can be regarded as a well-known dim sum master in the industry.

But even if it was him, in front of this young man at this time, the face that had always been calm and calm now became solemn and surprised.

Because this young man, who seems to be no more than twenty-five or sixteen, is refreshing in terms of the way he adjusts his face and paint, as well as his approach.

He once worked as a pastry chef in the famous Puyuan Building in Guangdong, and when he saw Zhao Ke's technique, he felt familiar and novel.

As the so-called layman looks at the lively, and the insider looks at the doorway, this master's eyes are vicious, and it can be seen that Zhao Ke's technique has the technique of Cantonese dim sum, and it looks a little familiar.

But even so, he still saw it in the clouds.

In fact, it's not that Zhao Ke's techniques are clever, but that this master still knows too little about desserts.

There are four major cuisines in China, and all kinds of delicacies emerge in endlessly, but only in desserts, which are weak.

Often in some cooking competitions, Chinese chefs throw off their opponents in appetizers and hot dishes, but in the final dessert, they lose a mess.

The reason is precisely because Huaxia is not good at desserts, and it can even be said to be a blank.

In recent years, Western food has become popular, and desserts have only appeared in people's sight.

And the bakeries around the country have opened one after another, and they are endless.

But if you have eaten these bakeries, you will find that no matter how many you go to, in the end, it is those things that come and go.

If you want to eat real desserts, you need to go to those star-rated restaurants.

Zhao Ke's method is not complicated, but if you don't understand the reason, you will naturally see it in a fog.

I saw Zhao Ke put the finished mold into the oven, looked at the time, and said: "The baking on the dessert needs you to see it with the naked eye, timing is just an auxiliary means, once you miss the best time, the taste will deviate." ”

"So what's the best time to go?" A pastry chef couldn't help but ask.

Zhao Ke didn't answer her, his eyes kept staring at the oven, and he saw the cake that swelled up like a mushroom inside, as the skin gradually began to turn golden, and a wisp of sweet fragrance filled the air, which made Zhao Ke's eyes half-squint.

Compared with the process of making, he enjoyed the moment when the fruit bloomed at the last moment, and when the golden skin began to shine brighter and brighter, Zhao Ke suddenly turned on the oven and took out the cake.

"Ding!"

At the same time, the oven's timer sounded, but in fact, it was only a few seconds away from the time.

But just a few seconds determine whether the taste of baked pastry can be retained to the extreme.

These clerks, including the store manager, stood outside the door of the operation room for an hour, in addition to the baked pastries, which made people feel delicate and lovely, but also fascinated by the rich aroma of the workshop.

I saw that the fondant cake made by Zhao Ke was as white as snow, as bright as a mirror, and it looked like a fluffy little black cat, standing on top of the cake.

The vivid expression, and its expressiveness, all say that it is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger and the bones.

But the black cat in front of him, whether it is the shape, or the demeanor, even the details of the fork on the tail, are vividly depicted.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, this little black cat was a cake that Zhao Ke had pinched up layer by layer with noodles, and they would even think that it was just a toy for decoration.

Using chocolate to draw a few crooked cat paw prints on the edge of the smooth cake not only does not destroy the overall beauty, but only adds a playful cuteness.

It's a little unbearable to cut this cake, and the cute kittens make those male clerks feel that their girlish hearts have been touched.

"Clean, concise, and the most intuitive visual impact, not only the sweetness of the taste, but also the sweetness that diners should leave this impression in their minds at the first glance.

With the imagination and happy mood of diners, delicious food can ferment in the taste buds of diners, and desserts, sweet is not the taste, but the heart. ”

When Zhao Ke said this, he cleaned up the operation room, he only took a few pieces of lava cake, and the rest was used as a reward for borrowing the operation room.

The rest was left in the operation room, and Zhao Ke had nothing to hide from all the production processes, but how much someone could really understand, Zhao Ke didn't know.

After walking out of the store, Zhao Ke didn't go far before he heard someone shouting behind him, and when he looked back, it was the master in the store.

"Wait, little brother."

I saw the master master running forward and asked: "Little brother, I am very familiar with the dim sum technique you made just now, have you ever been in Puyuan Building in Guangzhou?" ”

"Puyuan Building ......"

Zhao Ke thought about the name, couldn't help grinning, shook his head and said, "I haven't been there." ”

After hearing Zhao Ke's words, the master couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but at this time, he only heard Zhao Ke continue: "But the owner of the store is my senior brother, Song Puyuan!" ”

After listening to Zhao Ke's words, before the master came back to his senses, the person had disappeared into the street in a blink of an eye.

"Senior brother, senior sister, let me solemnly introduce to you, this is Qi Liang, everyone calls him Xiaoliang, he is a good boy with a warm heart, this time it will bother you brothers and sisters."

After Hei Fat finished speaking, he said to Qi Liang: "These four are my senior brothers and sisters, and they are a well-known loudspeaker team in ten miles and eight towns, and it depends on them whether this matter will be successful or not." ”

The black fat enthusiastically raised the wine glass in his hand and toasted to the six people in front of him one by one.

Qi Liang could only bite the bullet, raise the wine glass in his hand, and call Senior Brother and Sister with Hei Fat.

"Oh, this kid is so handsome, sit and sit."

Seeing Qi Liang beside him, the white-headed old lady grinned at Qi Liang, two or three teeth were lost, and her wrinkled palm did not forget to pinch Qi Liang's buttocks.

After the old lady finished speaking, she didn't forget to glance at the black fat, and said: "Tang Fatty, you are going to lose weight, you are embarrassed to say when you go out, you are a member of our Li Village loudspeaker team." ”

Black Fat's real name is Tang, and his name is Long.

It's just that when he started, the master felt that the dragon character was too big, and he was afraid that the black fat life was not good enough to hold up, so he changed his name to Tang San.

However, these senior brothers and sisters in the same sect are considered to have grown up watching the black fat, and they all call him Tang Fat.

"Little junior sister, don't just touch other people's butts, it's important to get down to business, let's see how this kid is doing first."

There sat an old man, about seventy years old, with thin cheeks, dissatisfied with age spots, and a white beard, but wearing a large leather jacket, and a few strands of hair left on his shiny head.

He is the eldest of the four, and he is the eldest brother.

When he said this, the senior brother didn't forget to look back at the black fat, and said with a wrinkled face: "Tang Fatty, you really should lose weight, look at Liao Qiu, that talent, the girls from our ten miles and eight towns, they all like him." ”

As soon as he heard the name Liao Qiu, the smile on the black fat face suddenly collapsed in half, and he pouted: "Hmph, if my father can be as rich as his father, the girls from ten miles and eight towns will also like me." ”

"Less poor mouth! It's only been a long time since Master called you out, and you've got into a big disaster, so let's see how I clean you up when I go back. ”

The person who spoke was another old man, the third of the four brothers.

It seems to be very old, but it is true that the youngest of the four old people is blind in his left eye, which is basically equivalent to a cripple.

And the other one who didn't speak, lying on a chair, with half a bag of hanging bottles hanging on the hanger at hand, looked not very good, and it was the second senior brother who was sick.

At this time, the old lady had a bright pulse and said:

"It's okay, he eats less, and with the suppression of medicine, there will be no problem for a while."

After listening to the old lady, she couldn't help pinching Qi Liang twice: "Oh, the young man's body is awesome, do you have a girlfriend, my granddaughter is just 20 this year." ”

"No, no, no......"

Qi Liang was asked by the old lady for a while, and his whole body was uncomfortable, and he always felt that the old lady was groping and groping on herself, as if she was eating her own tofu.

Looking at the four gray-haired old men in front of him, Qi Liang was really skeptical, just by relying on them, could they really help?

Taking advantage of the gap, Qi Liang quietly asked Hei Fat, "By the way, fat brother, what is the loudspeaker team?" ”

The black fat said in a low voice: "It's the one who died in someone's house, and the one who went to play suona." ”

"Oh! I'm going to the bathroom. ”

Qi Liang nodded, stood up and walked to the bathroom outside, his heart was already beating a drum, should he take this opportunity to slip away.

But after thinking about it, if he slipped away and let Hei Fat take the four old, weak, sick, and disabled, to settle accounts, what if something happened to the door, and he didn't know why Qi Liang invited these four old antiques.

Distraught Qi Liang, walked into the hotel bathroom, turned on the faucet, washed his face with cold water, and felt that he was sober a lot.

As soon as he raised his head, Qi Liang's eyes froze, and he couldn't help but shiver all over his body, and in an instant, the whole person was a lot more sober.

I saw that on the mirror in front of me, a strange line of text gradually appeared in front of me little by little.