"Takeda-sensei, we don't have that much." Li Yi's voice was clear, and he pointed out the problem he was facing, "Mr. Watanabe, ...... there"

Takeda's voice was louder than his, obviously with anger that could not be dissipated, "Does he dare to come?!"

Li Yi secretly hooked his lips. The gap between these two people is only getting bigger and bigger.

The door of the neon restaurant was instantly chaotic.

Fang Zilu bit the fried dumplings that had just come out of the pot in his mouth, and looked at the neon team that was as incompatible as paste. Sure enough, as the little boss expected, the model of the bazaar is easy to copy, as long as the neon country finds that it cannot be shaken, it will definitely follow Huaxia.

But the setting up of the bazaar did not happen overnight.

Last night, Huaxia was divided into two teams, Master Zhang Hua took the main army to rest, and the little boss took him to assemble the props with a group of staff, and also came here to simulate it on the spot.

It took them one night to complete such a large amount of work, and it was simply impossible for Neon Nation to completely replicate it in a short period of time.

He laughed twice, threw the remaining half of the dumpling into his mouth, patted the oil crumbs on his hands, and turned his head handsomely.

He had to learn how to make pastries from the little boss. That's the most important thing.

In fact, when it comes to yokan, judging from ancient books, there is really food with "sheep" and "soup" in it. In the Tang Dynasty, mutton was added to mutton and stewed to form a rich soup. It was only later that with the introduction of neon culture from Middle-earth, and the monks did not eat meat, they changed the meat diet to vegetarian food and made it into yokan.

However, when modern people talk about yokan, the first thing that comes to mind is neon, and they never thought that in fact, these foods were prevalent in China at the earliest.

Yu briefly made it like a yokan, but it was not a yokan. This is a pastry improved from the Tang Dynasty lamb liver cake, called Bazhen Bazang. As the name suggests, it is made with eight different ingredients, and it tastes meaty and moist with vegetarian flavor.

The eight ingredients are pork, beef and sheep, chicken, duck and goose, fish and shrimp, and red bean paste with a sweet taste.

"Fang Zilu—" she shouted.

Fang Zilu came upside down, "What do you command?"

Yu Jian pointed to the ingredients on the table, "Mash them all into a puree, and you want that glue and sticky state."

"Gotcha!" Fang Zilu agreed.

And so on –

All???

He swallowed, looked at her in disbelief, and asked her with a cracked trill, "Little boss, you mean...... All?"

Yu Jian nodded solemnly: "All."

Fang Zilu's high-spirited fighting spirit instantly collapsed into scum, sighed loudly, and picked up the kitchen knife resignedly. This is a big pot full of meat, and he has to work until the Year of the Monkey to finish it?

In fact, Yu Jian gave him only a small half. Handling ingredients is the most critical aspect in the eight treasures, and the fish and shrimp that are easier to handle are handed over to Fang Zilu, she picked up the remaining chickens, ducks and geese, and the tip of the knife in her hand quickly cut in, and a set of smooth deboning and meat extraction techniques were seen at a glance.

On the other side of the screen, the judges were so shocked that they almost dropped the fried dumplings in their mouths, how old is this little girl, how can she work so hard?

Then chew the fried dumplings in his mouth vigorously, the juice is abundant, fresh and tender, and then dipped in some Chinese fragrant sour vinegar. Sure enough, only good food can be overwhelming.

"She doesn't look like yokan, huh?" The judges of Kimchi Country were confused. Judging from the little girl's act of boiling bean paste just now, it is clearly the step of making yokan, but now he has begun to deal with meat and meat, which is completely out of his knowledge, and he can only learn from the most experienced judge in the audience.

&y has never seen such a painstaking one, and after thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't find something similar from my memory, so I could only spread my hands.

"Knock knock."

"Da-da-da."

The melodious and rhythmic sound of percussions permeates the entire restaurant. The steamed bun business weakened at noon under the scorching sun, and Chef Lai happened to have time to come in to rest, and saw Fang Zilu with a bitter and bitter face.

End-of-the-way

The cup sat in front of him and supervised him: "Here, not even knocked! Hey, be careful!"

Fang Zilu endured the destruction of the ingredients in his hands, and at the same time endured the tireless spur from Chef Lai, the whole person was like a small sapling in the wind, secretly messy.

After a full three hours, just when Fang Zilu felt that his hands were about to break in the next second, he finally completed all the tasks with quality and quantity. He sat down in his chair and looked at his hands, which were constantly throbbing on their own, with tears in his eyes.

Chef Lai patted him on the shoulder, with approval in his eyes: "Young man, the future is immeasurable—" The work in the back kitchen is boring and boring, and how many apprentices are like today, repeating the same action of chopping meat, beating or turning spoons, many people can't bear the loneliness and go, and more people feel hard and give up, but there are still people, gritting their teeth and sweating, they stick to the end with a lot of strength.

These people are all good.

Fang Zilu was so tired that he lay on the table and panted, and saw Yu Jian still moving on to the next step like a nobody, his eyes were straight: "Little boss, are you Superman?" He pointed to the thin hands with his eyes, "Your hands are not sore?"

Yu Jian lowered her eyelashes, smiled silently, made a circle of her wrist, and sprinkled a piece of fine white sweet potato powder: "It's okay."

If he knew that she had been beating the minced meat for six hours without stopping, he would have understood that two or three hours were nothing at all.

The beaten meat puree is sprinkled with sweet potato flour and needs to be beaten again until it becomes a thin and bright silk like a cicada's wings.

When Fang Zilu saw Yu Jian lifting the small stick again, he stood up and urinated directly. Chef Lai laughed and wanted to take over, but was stopped by Yu Jian.

"I'll come." She said, her voice soft but full of determination.

Through the monitoring screen, the judges watched the meat that was once lumpy turn into flakes, and then watched the flakes layer upon layer, red and white, and finally attached to the bean paste puree, cut into rectangular pieces and put them in the steamer.

In the entire judges' room, there was not even a sound.

"Poof—"

Suddenly, another deflated sound came, and the judges of the Kimchi Country looked for the sound. I saw a Maple Leaf National Judge twist his hips, quickly leave his seat, open the door in one breath, and rush to the bathroom.

Wow –

I ate too much and couldn't hold back my legislature-

&y quietly pinched his eyebrows. In this team, there are indeed fewer people with bad intentions, but ...... How did they come here with such a bunch of foodies? Let's just say that the Maple Leaf National Judge, who had just gone out, ate from raw fried buns to beef buns in the morning, and gnawed from beef buns to fine sand buns, and asked people to buy fried dumplings again, and his mouth never stopped-

There is also the judge of the Kimchi Country, who saw that his body was in good shape, and he did not eat less than the judges of the Maple Leaf Country, and at this time he was still drooling at the unripe pastries in the steamer, so he couldn't wait to go to the scene and watch it while eating.

Ay?

Eat and watch!

&y's eyes lit up instantly, why didn't he expect it earlier!