Oh roar, I think I'm right?" Wu Guoliang whistled and said lightly.

Watanabe Muruichi's look betrayed him, this kind of stunned with horror, and the horror hides the guilt of being spied on, Wu Guoliang only knew at a glance that this Watanabe Muraichi must have done the old thing again - plagiarizing other people's achievements.

Muraichi Watanabe was indeed panicked. The first 3,000-year-old was not his idea, but from an unknown tea chef in the Kanto region. This man was an avid fan of his, and sent him many letters, one of which wrote about the practice of 3,000 years old, and also hand-painted the shape of the pattern. At that time, he was just running out of inspiration, and it happened that 3,000 years old had come, and he felt that this was the gods protecting him in the dark. Later, he sent someone to pick up the original creator to Kyoto, and encouraged him with sweet words, and finally let him give himself the idea of 3,000 years old.

He had done this kind of thing a lot in his life, but he didn't feel that he was wrong. These people are nobodies, and even if they have good ideas, it would be a waste to have no platform for them. It's better to let him bring these exquisite works to the public's eye.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Watanabe Village grimaced and looked away, "As for what Principal Kim said, it's true that I didn't think it through. In this competition, you have a slight advantage." The lesser of two harms, a small competition, even if you admit defeat, it can't make too many waves. But things that steal people's creativity must not be exposed. Although the people of the Neon Kingdom worship him, they hate such things.

The atmosphere fell into a strange embarrassment again, and the photographer held the camera, shooting from Watanabe Village to Wu Guoliang, and from Wu Guoliang to Watanabe Village, without letting go of a small expression and movement of the two.

Wu Guoliang lazily touched the edge of the chair and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs and looked at everyone present with interest, as for Watanabe Muruichi, he had other plans, and he was not in a hurry to deal with him now.

Wang Song stood in the middle with a dog's legs, smiling to comfort everyone: "This is a friendly match, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, it doesn't matter...... The most important thing is that everyone has also seen the miraculous craftsmanship of the two masters, especially Master Wu, this walnut is really amazing!" He moved to the camera, picked up a large paper walnut with his bare hands, and took a bite in front of him, making an expression of wanting to die......

Don't forget to remind the photographer: "Shoot carefully, remember to cut my section in!"

Yu Jian slowly walked in front of Watanabe Muraichi, stopped at a safe distance, and opened her thin lips slightly: "Mr. Watanabe, you must know what happened between me and Kowako. China has always been a country of etiquette, and if people don't offend me, I won't offend others. There is a difference between strength and weakness in cooking, and my victory is the result of my years of hard work, and my loss shows that there is still room for improvement. But now it seems that the god of luck is still on my side." Whether it's Kowako or you Watanabe, it's just Huaxia's defeated men.

Watanabe Muraichi smiled darkly, looking at her with a little strangeness in his eyes, and he said firmly, "Don't get too complacent. Next year is the triennial World Food Congress, and if you really have the ability, then I will let you know what the most gorgeous tea ceremony dim sum looks like in the Great Neon Country." The implication is that he simply released water in this competition, and his subordinates showed mercy.

Wu Guoliang gouged out his ears and waved his hand: "Why are you finished talking over and over again, don't wait for next year, just now, you take out the so-called real skills and show us?"

When everyone heard this, they also nodded desperately.

made Watanabe Village angry like a puffer fish again, snorted and panted for a long time, patted his buttocks, and left-

Wu Guoliang was confused by his manipulation, and spread his hands and asked, "What's the matter, can you still do this?"

The crowd laughed when they saw his funny appearance......

This showdown finally made the headlines of the portal in the form of pictures and texts. Wu Guoliang is still burdened with a lot of secrets, and he can't show his face in front of the public for the time being, and the article only uses the words "Beijing pastry master" to describe it, but between the words, they are all admiration and praise. As soon as the report was published, it attracted the attention of the public, and young people showed pictures of pastries to their elders, which triggered a wave of nostalgia for old-fashioned pastries.

Even the old pastry shops in Beijing, which were not frequented by many people before, are gradually starting to rejuvenate again.

"Hey, don't say it, this pastry looks inconspicuous, but it tastes pretty good." Someone squatted at the door of the pastry shop and took a bite of the cake in his hand, and said in surprise.

The old man next to him passed by and said casually, "That's not it! This shop has been open for almost 100 years, and the craftsmanship of the master has been passed down from generation to generation. Young people, don't underestimate these pastries, in that era, they all carried the mission of national rejuvenation......

The old man babbled and the young man listened......

……

The day after the end of the competition, Watanabe Muraichi quickly took an early flight to leave the capital, and in addition to the assistant he brought, there was also a young and beautiful Chinese woman.

Wang Song, who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper in the office of the Beijing Food Association, answered the phone, laughed loudly, patted his chest and said, "Yes, let's go together." That old guy Watanabe is kind of lost. You still don't worry about my work? …… What? Okay! If you have something to do in the future, you can come back to me!" hung up the phone, happily opened the bank card app, and sure enough, there was another latest transfer information, and he clicked a few zeros behind the numbers, and he squinted his eyes happily and hummed a little song.

Everything is calm again.

Yu Jian has one more homework in her spare time, that is, she goes to Wu Guoliang every weekend to learn white cases. This can make Yu Yuan depressed, on weekdays, my sister either goes to class or goes to a restaurant, and only on weekends can I have the time to stay with him for a while, which is good, even this only parent-child time has been deprived!

His sister also promised him a lot of delicious things, when will he be able to eat them!!

The little guy sat on the steps in front of the door, so worried that he could hang the oil bottle in his mouth.

"Yo~ Whose child is this? Just sit by yourself, and you are not afraid of being trafficked?" Tang Yuan walked in from the mouth of the alley with his things, and looked at Yu Yuan sitting at the door from afar, teasing him.

Yu Yuan reluctantly raised his eyes, pouted and turned around, facing him with his ass. Brother Tang is so annoying, every time I see him, I always have to eat deflated. Yu Yuan has also learned badly now, but he can't say it, cold treatment is king everywhere.

Tang Yuan didn't think about letting him go, he took a long step, turned to him again, raised the box in his hand, and said slowly, "It's still hot Basque cheesecake, does anyone want to eat it?"

What? Cake!

Yu Yuan immediately jumped up, raised his hands high, hung his arms and shouted urgently, "Yes! Want! Yes!"

The cake made by Brother Tang tastes too good to be better!

The National Day will be more explosive~~ Han Yubai is about to start shooting again~~

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