Wang Song is a person who is not very smart, but he is constantly clever. Although he was extremely flattering to Watanabe Village on the surface, he turned his head and informed the media he knew behind his back.

Coincidentally, this gossip reporter was one of Tang Jingling's few friends who could talk to him in the industry, and he turned his head to inform Tang Jingling.

In this way, Watanabe's old man's golden abacus is completely out of play. Tang Jingling waved her hand, and several people in the group took the guys and went straight to the scene, while she herself drove the car and went to the Yujia courtyard to pick up a few protagonists to go over.

Along the way, she was in such a good mood that even Yu Jian could see it and asked her, "Sister Jingling is very happy?"

Tang Jingling immediately restrained her smile and replied, "It's okay." It's not just good, it's just great. originally thought that there was no play, but it turned out to be another village.

"Ah Jian, this martial master, what is the origin?" While waiting for the red light, she secretly leaned into Yu Jian's ear and asked softly. In the rearview mirror, Wu Guoliang was closing his eyes and recuperating, and he didn't see her small movements at all.

Yu Jian also whispered, "It's a man of God." She rarely praises people so much, but in Wu Guoliang, he not only sees the diligence of a chef, but also the ambition of a Chinese person. Such a person is the object of her lifelong admiration.

The competition took place in a private club of members of the gastronomic association. Within the third ring road, the winding path is secluded, and it is quiet in the middle of noisy. The owner of the club was on vacation abroad, and since Wang loosened his mouth, he sold him face, asked his subordinates to clean up the kitchen, prepare materials, and hang up the rest card during the day.

As soon as Watanabe Murai walked through the corridor of the clubhouse, surrounded by quaint wooden buildings, his eyes were filled with deep envy. He has worked hard in Neon Country for so many years, but he has bought a 100-square-meter house in Tokyo. These chefs in Huaxia are not as skilled as him, but they can make more money than him.

This intangible cultural heritage must be obtained, and the greater the fame, the more he can make money in other countries. Especially the Chinese people, they are stupid and have a lot of money. is like Wang Song, there are definitely not a few.

He seems to see the scene of himself sitting on a mountain of gold and silver in the near future, the big courtyard of Kyoto, the beauties around him, oh, and Kozuko, when she returns to neon, he must double his "care" for her.

Nishimura Kowako, who was far away in the capital prison, shivered fiercely, and her body trembled even more as she recalled in her mind the teacher's gaze staring at her like a poisonous snake......

"Mr. Watanabe, this is the reporters of xxx media, they want to do an interview with you first, do you think it's okay?" Wang Song led a few people carrying long guns and short cannons in, and asked, but he was not allowed to refuse.

Watanabe Muraichi was a little displeased, but under the camera, he still put on his master's demeanor, smiled and nodded: "Of course you can."

The reporter's questions were very level, from the development history of Wagashi to his cooking experience, one by one, Watanabe Murakazu said, while feeling as if he had looked back on most of his life, he couldn't help but sigh a little: "Huaxia is a good place, I have met many excellent people here......

"Huaxia naturally has people who are better than you. Some people were fooled back to neon by you, and there were many more ......" The words gradually disappeared, but suddenly they raised their voices again, "Muraichi Watanabe, do you remember who I am?"

It was none other than Wu Guoliang who walked in. He is dressed in a modified version of a simple tunic with his hair carefully combed behind his head, and at first glance he looks like a figure from decades ago.

The camera turns around wittily, and the camera focuses on the person who suddenly appeared, and the sarcastic smile on his face is infinitely magnified by the camera.

Watanabe narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the person in front of him. Suddenly, his expression changed dramatically, his lips began to tremble unconsciously, and he said tremblingly, "Are you...... You are...... Wu ......"

"Yes, I'm Wu Guoliang." I'm back, so are you ready to accept my wrath?

No way! Wasn't Wu Guoliang already dead back then? He was so badly injured that even if he survived, he would never be intact. Watanabe Muraichi glanced vaguely at Wu Guoliang's two intact hands, his heart was settled, and he reluctantly said calmly: "I know Wu Guoliang, he broke one hand in an accident, but you are able-bodied. Who are you? Why are you pretending to be him?"

Wu Guoliang smiled slowly, slowly rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, and saw a long scar on his arm extending up from his wrist, and only stopped at his arm. Word by word, he said slowly, "Is this what you are talking about? Do you remember that accident that was given to you......

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Watanabe Village slapped the table one by one, and the horror in his heart had reached the extreme. At the moment when Wu Guoliang showed his scar, he knew that the person in front of him was the real Wu Guoliang, and now that the media was present, all kinds of things back then must not be exposed. Back then, he came to China with the mission of the empire, if it was exposed, that period of history would reappear, and the empire would be pushed to the forefront again, then he would really be a sinner!

He barely managed to stabilize his mind and smiled again, "Wu Sang, it's been a long time. Today is the day when I have a refreshment exchange with the Yu family. How do you ......?" diverted the topic and refocused the media's attention on the refreshment competition.

Sure enough, there is something greasy in the middle.

Wu Guoliang looked at his weak heart, and there was a trace of understanding in his heart, it seemed that what happened back then was as he expected, and it was not accidental. It seems that when this competition is over, he will have to spend more effort investigating the events of the year.

He smiled slightly, "Naturally, I'm here to learn from you." These two words, coming out of his mouth, have a bit of a gnashing of teeth.

When Watanabe Village heard this, he was completely relaxed. Wu Guoliang's hand has been broken, and he still wants to compete with him? It's a dream.

But on the surface, he still said with affection: "It turns out that you are Yu Jian's elder? It's just that your surname is not Wu?"

"I'm her white case master, can't I?" Wu Guoliang raised his eyebrows and looked at him slightly defiantly.

Since you're looking for your own death, don't blame anyone else. Watanabe Mura gritted his teeth and rattled, flicked the big sleeves of his neon suit, and said gloomily, "Since that's the case, then it's offended."

In the past two years, he has been concentrating on the study of tea ceremony in Neon, and he has a lot of experience, and he has devoted himself to the development of Japanese fruits. People say that the fruit is empty, and it can only be seen but not eaten. That's because they don't understand Wagashi at all, and the Wagashi he made is not only unique in shape, but also tastes good.

Today, let these stupid Chinese people take a look at what kind of existence Washi, known as the neon national treasure, is!

Three thousand years old, this is his masterpiece of hard work. Tapioca flour and taro puree are used to create a perfect crust with a delicate red bean paste filling.

Watanabe Muraichi thoughtfully sprinkled a circle of soybean flour on top of the red bean filling to make the taste more layered.

Appearance is the essence of Wagashi, and Watanabe Muraichi bends down to knead the dough wrapped in the filling into a perfect circle, then presses it slightly, and then uses his fingers to draw simple strips. Then the tweezers are removed, and little by little, the long strips of petals are extracted, a complex and tedious process that requires a lot of effort and time on the part of the refresher.

Watanabe Mura stared intently, his legs unconsciously standing in a horse step, and the sweat on his forehead slowly poured out.

Wu Guoliang sneered when he saw this, the neon country would do all kinds of bells and whistles. He moved his muscles and walked to the cooking table on the other side to start making Chinese pastries.

"It's done!" Watanabe Muraichi put the last yellow bud and was the first to press the bell.

He took the white handkerchief handed by his assistant, pressed the sweat, and said proudly, "This Japanese fruit is called three thousand years old. It has so many petals that at first glance it looks like 3,000 pieces. Although it is a cold winter now, don't you have an old saying in China: "Winter is coming, will spring be far away?" This pink color like cherry blossoms is a sign of the coming spring, the season of revival......

The camera gives a big close-up, and I see that this Japanese sweet, made by Watanabe Muraichi's hand, is exactly as he said, with a smooth pink yellow color all over its body, and the slender petals of cherry pink overlap on it, and there are layers of layers, and from time to time you can see the yellow stamens of the stars faintly peeking out between the petals.

This pink and youthful color, combined with Watanabe Muraichi's exquisite craftsmanship, makes this "3,000 years old" a unique visual feast......

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