Wu Guoliang sighed into his mobile phone while drinking tonic soup in distant Taiwan Province. He knew that Xiao Jue, the child, had no hair on his mouth and couldn't handle things well.

Being well educated by Yu Jian, who was like a daughter, he was silent for a while at the clear soup full of medicinal herbs in the bowl.

Don't be angry, laugh instead.

At the bottom of my heart is a warm stream that flows.

He had no children and no daughters all his life, but he didn't expect to be in such a situation, and he would have both children and daughters. Of course, if Yu Jianping knew, he would definitely scold him for being old and not ashamed, Ah Jian was the daughter of their family, how could he become his daughter. But in Wu Guo's conscience, from the first time he saw Yu Jian, he regarded her as his own child.

The edge of the eye, in the eyes of a person like him, who has been through all kinds of hardships, is very important.

Yu Jian didn't know what he thought, and just threatened him to come back for the New Year as soon as he was well. reported the results of the game to him, begging for praise and cocking his tail.

"Our Ah Jian is amazing, but we can't be too proud. This time you're a coincidence, if you play normally, you may not be able to fight those big winners. ”

Yu Jian nodded desperately: "Of course I know, so you hurry back and wait for your guidance!" Without mentioning three sentences, let him hurry back to Beijing.

Wu Guoliang smiled: "I know, I'll go back in a few days." By the way, Xiao Jue, you should watch more, don't let him get into trouble. ”

"Uncle Wu, the one who came with Wu Jue is a very powerful white case master?" Yu Jian was a little curious, and always felt that the middle-aged man was more like a Sven teacher from the perspective of his body shape and temperament, with white and dry hands and slender fingertips, it was hard to imagine what kind of pastries he would make.

Wu Guoliang: "Don't underestimate him. He is the number one traditional pastry master in Taiwan Province, and some people spend a lot of money and can't buy the pastries he makes by himself. ”

So strong?

Yu Jian was speechless, then she had to observe and observe. But all the dishes made by the master chef, she can draw different insights from them. Just like this food competition, from the selection to the finals, Huaiyang cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, Jiangnan cuisine, and Shandong cuisine ...... Each one is like a little starlight reflected in her mind, and when she goes back, she has to take the time to understand, and she will definitely have a big experience.

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In the back kitchen, the white case and the red case complement each other and are both important members. The red case is responsible for meat, and the white case is responsible for the production of pastries and pastries. Among the large and small cases, the big case is responsible for making buns and flower rolls, and the small case is responsible for exquisite dim sum.

Baiyu's grandparents all migrated from the inland, and the reason for this has been lost in history and has become a past that is unwilling to mention. But since his grandfather, he has been in the pastry business, and it has been passed down to him for three generations. Bai's sun cake, which has won the championship of Taiwan Province for three consecutive years, is known as a treasure-level pastry.

The family business is thriving, Bai Yu actually doesn't want to join in the excitement, fame and fortune have always been like smoke clouds in his eyes for him. But he couldn't resist his son Bai Chen's noise, so he could only take him and Xiao Jue to the magic capital together. He and Ji Liangyou have been friends for many years, and although they also run pastry shops, they are quite sympathetic.

"Xiao Jue, have you seen your friend?" Bai Yu looked at his excited expression and asked.

Wu Jue nodded, very proud: "Sister Ajian is the champion of the red case. Uncle Bai, you must win the first place in the white case, then we can go to the World Food Competition together!"

Bai Yu's eyebrows raised slightly: "It's so powerful...... But Uncle Bai can't compare to those masters! He pointed to one or two not far away.

How so?

Uncle Bai's one-handed sun cake, that is an invincible opponent all over the world.

Bai Yu's smile deepened, he said it half-truthfully, and teasing children accounted for a lot. Although he is famous for his sun cakes, a qualified white case master must be well-rounded, but he only specializes in one aspect. This competition should not only be a consideration of dim sum, there may be more content, which is also an aspect that he does not dare to take lightly.

"Hello masters! The red case game has ended, and the white case game is about to begin, so please take the number plate in your hand and choose the ingredients in turn. In the first competition, our theme is 'Exquisite', so please make your best and satisfying pastries. The host said.

What are you good at?

It seems that this first game is going to test your skills.

Bai Yu hooked the corners of his lips meaningfully, and sure enough, the faces of several masters also showed the same expressions as him, and everyone smiled tacitly.

Naturally, what he wants to do is the sun cake that is popular in Taiwan Province.

Following the selection of ingredients by the army, he took his son Bai Chen to stand in front of the cooking table. Sun cakes are a type of shortbread, probably based on a wife's cake, which has been improved to have a more wonderful taste.

Baiyu uses the ancient method of making sun cakes, first preparing water skin and oil skin respectively. Maltose and fine sugar are added to the water skin, mixed with lard, water and flour, and kneaded vigorously into a smooth dough.

The oily skin was handed over to his son Bai Chen, mixed only with lard and flour, and the hands should be heavy, and the kneading process was repeatedly beaten until the surface was smooth.

The filling is the perfect ratio achieved by Baiyu after years of adjustment, and the sweetness is moderate.

Once you've prepared your fill, it's time to make your suncakes. Wrap the oily skin into the water skin to make a dough, roll the dough into a long sheet with the dough closing side down, roll it up layer by layer, and then roll the rolled dough roll vertically and continue to roll it into a long sheet. Repeat the action of the previous round and roll it up again and roll it into slices, three times in a row, in the middle of the final dough sheet, wrap the filling, and press it flat with the palm of your hand after closing.

You don't need to add anything to the finished dough, just put it in the oven and wait for the grease and filling to combine.

Fifteen minutes, no more than no less, is the best time for the puff pastry to bake. Bai Yu opened the lid of the oven, put on the heat-insulating gloves and brought out the baking tray, the sun cake in the plate was golden in color, and the pattern circled in the middle was really like a scorching red sun. The name of the suncake lives up to its name.

"It's so fragrant—" Bai Chen worshipped on the side. He has grown from a snack to a large bread, but every time he sees the freshly baked suncakes in the oven, he is always excited.

Bai Yu laughed at him: "Haven't you eaten enough?" ”

"My dad makes suncakes, people can't buy them with money! I can't eat enough for the rest of my life! "Thousands of clothes don't wear sycophants, Bai Chen knows it well, and his sweet words are like flowers.

"That's okay, I'll make you a furnace every day in the future!" Looking at his son's bitter face, Bai Yu laughed out loud, and then said, "Now, let the judges taste the characteristics of our Taiwan Province!" ”

Guan Shanyue smelled the sweet fragrance of kumquat from afar. At first glance, it is a sun cake produced by a master in Taiwan Province. In his memory, the last time he ate a specialty of Taiwan Province, he still stayed on the sticky and sweet pineapple cake, and the taste was ......

To put it mildly, the next time someone gives it to him, he will definitely stay away.

In an instant, the desire he had just been aroused by the fragrance of kumquat should not be extinguished. I fiddled around with the plate with little interest, and broke a small piece of bread into two and then four until it could not be broken.

I picked up the smallest piece and smelled it, the aroma was not so sweet, and the fragrance of fruit was the majority. I tried to lick it, but there was only a hint of sugar, and then I threw it into my mouth with confidence.

The delicate puff pastry mixed with the aroma of butter slowly blooms in the mouth, and the puff pastry explodes with the saliva layer by layer, and the freshness of the kumquat comes smoothly, and the smooth taste is full of crispy fragrance.

Just the right amount of taste makes people unsatisfied.

(End of chapter)