Here, Watanabe Muraichi is boasting about his monstrous skills, and Wu Guoliang at the other end is gently kneading the dough with his right hand.

Watanabe Mura glanced at it with his spare eyes, and his smile deepened, and he pretended to be concerned and asked, "Wu Sang, do you need someone to help you knead your dough?" Regardless of whether the pastry is Chinese or Western, this link of kneading the dough is very important, the dough is tight and loose, the taste is loose and rotten, all in this push and kneading.

Wu Guoliang didn't raise his head, and continued to move in his hands: "You still have to worry more about your Japanese fruits, I look at your potatoes as if they are not steamed."

Most of the ingredients of Wagashi are based on kidney bean paste, but there are also many improvements such as bracken crust and yokan, and Watanabe Muraichi is a leader in Japanese sweets, and he probably thinks that the traditional kidney bean puree has a single taste, so he uses potatoes. But once the ingredients are changed, it will add another point to the test of the maker, and in Wu Guoliang's opinion, the Japanese sweets made by Watanabe Muraichi will not taste too good.

Watanabe Muraichi felt that he couldn't eat grapes and said that grapes were sour, and these 3,000 years old were made with the most perfect ingredients. Wu Guoliang is afraid that he will lose, and he will also be majestic.

He pursed his lips and snorted absently, turning his head away from him.

But this time, he missed the most exciting scene, Wu Guoliang exchanged his left and right hands, the basin was transferred to his right hand, and his left hand secretly became energetic, and he began to knead the dough vigorously.

In the eyes of Chinese people, kneading dough is also exquisite. Light for kneading, heavy for kneading, between relaxation can play the highest flexibility of flour. The dough in his hand is filled with butter and sugar, which is naturally stirred lightly, then eggs are added to bind it together, and cocoa powder is added.

Then he added the cake flour and kneaded it slowly and evenly, which is why he changed his left hand. Although his right hand can move, he has never had much strength, which is also a regret he has been having for so many years, and it is not complete after all.

The filling is made of walnut kernels, peanuts, cashew nuts, melon seeds and almonds, which is a more complex and very traditional filling since the Chinese people opened up the pastry technology, adding honey to make the nuts crushed and glued together, kneaded into a small ball.

At this time, the camera also focused on his hand, and the cameraman exclaimed, "Master Wu, your ball is so round." It is not difficult for Watanabe Village to knead round balls, he uses glossy dough, but Wu Guoliang uses granular, but the granules are crushed nuts.

The people in the kitchen held their mouths and secretly laughed in their hearts, Watanabe, this old guy, was not as good as the disabled person with a mutilated right hand.

Watanabe Muraichi was also a little embarrassed, and he also saw the stuffing balls made by Wu Guoliang, which were the same size, and were as round as pearls and jade on a white plate.

He was a little unwilling to be robbed of the limelight by Wu Guoliang, and said sourly, "It's just a filling." I don't know what Wu Guoliang wants to do, and I can't see any clues now.

What Wu Guoliang wants to do is what the people of the capital particularly like, the big walnut in the paper skin.

The love of walnuts in the capital began in the Qing Dynasty, and the three treasures were popular in the hands of Belle Ye: walnuts, hand-twisted gourds and Bodhi Eighteen Sons. There is also an old saying: Walnuts don't leave their hands, they live past eighty-nine, and the emperor is angry, and the king of Hades can't leave!

Walnut for the people of the capital, not only food, but also playthings, up to the princes and nobles, down to the poor people, touch a lion's head in the hand, leisure work plate a plate, this is the leisurely time of the old Beijing people.

The chocolate-colored dough is pressed into a circle, wrapped in the five-kernel filling, and slowly squeezed into the middle with the tiger's mouth, and then made a slender and long sharp strip, like a walnut seam. Wu Guoliang took out a peculiarly shaped clip-like metal object and clamped it up little by little along the middle line.

After a while, a dough walnut that is exactly the same as a true walnut will become, and if you look carefully at the lines, it will also have a unique growth line with the real walnut, one ring after another, connected into a complete pattern.

"Master Wu, this pattern is not pinched casually, is it?" The camera focuses on Wu Guoliang's hand movements again, and there is a voiceover outside the camera.

The corners of Wu Guoliang's mouth hooked, and he put the dough in his hand in front of the camera: "Of course not, all the lines are according to the growth route of walnuts, and you can find a real walnut to compare it later and see if it is the same."

After the paper walnuts are ready, they have to go into the oven to bake, and now Watanabe Village is energetic, pointing at Wu Guoliang and shouting: "Didn't you say that it was good to make cold refreshments? Do you Huaxia only make hot pastries?"

"Don't scream here like a clown." Wu Guoliang adjusted the time of the oven and sneered, "Can you eat the fruit raw?" Besides, I said I ate it when it's hot?"

Watanabe Muraichi was so angry with him that he sat aside and began to sulk, looking at Wu Guoliang's eyes full of resentment, this person's mouth was still as poisonous as before.

As time passed, the aroma of the oven, mixed with flour and nuts, and the sweetness of powdered sugar, made everyone look forward to walnuts even more.

"Ding-" The oven finishes working, and the red light goes out. Wu Guoliang put on his gloves and took out the baking tray from inside. The roasted walnut looks even harder on the outside, and when you pinch it by hand, it is also hard to the touch, and when you open it along the middle seam, it is filled with earthy yellow nuts, just like real walnut kernels.

"Jane, make tea."

"Okay!" Yu Jian got the order, asked the waiter for a tea set, took out the treasured green tea cakes, and still used the tea making technique of the Tang Dynasty, one process after another.

"Sensationalism!" As soon as Watanabe Mura said this, he also instructed his assistant to take out the best tea brought from the neon country, and go into battle himself, using the exaggerated neon tea ceremony technique to brew a few cups of orange-yellow tea.

The tasting session moved to the hall, and I don't know how Wang Song summoned people in a short period of time, Watanabe saw it, his lungs were about to explode, and he glared at Wang Song fiercely.

He actually found a full five people, but Watanabe Murakazu only made a 3,000-year-old, how could it be enough for so many people?

"It's not fair." He gritted his teeth and said, "I have only one of my three thousand years old, and it is not wholesale, how can it be enjoyed by so many people?" It also implied that Wu Guoliang's walnuts had no technical content and were mass-operated.

"That's easy, let's choose someone to be the judge." Wu Guoliang glanced around, his chin slightly chinned, and nodded to someone, "Just sit on the old man at the end."

Jin Changguo smiled slightly, stood up from his chair, hugged his fists at everyone, and introduced himself: "I am Jin Changguo, then the vice president of Jingcheng University." His eyes glanced at the two people holding the plate, and his smile deepened.

Watanabe Village looked at the beads and breathed a sigh of relief: "It turned out to be Principal Jin, who has admired the name for a long time." It is said that this Chinese literati is the most pedantic and notoriously fair, presumably the same is true of this Jin Changguo, he is still the president of Jingcheng University, so he can't take the reputation of the school as a child's play, right?

Thinking of this, his confidence increased a hundred times, and he said to Wu Guoliang defiantly, "Wu Sang, it's a donkey or a horse, it's time to slip away. Don't let me down!"

Wu Guoliang glanced at him expressionlessly: "The same words, I will also give it to you."

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