Yu Jian propped her cheeks and looked at the small steamer that was raised high in front of her, and she couldn't help but press her eyebrows.

Somewhat tired.

Fang Zilu found a hidden place and was already asleep, sniffling from time to time and wiping a handful of crystal water stains that flowed out.

Zhang Hua followed the masters when they were in high spirits. In the bustling crowd around, although the diners spoke different languages, in the same thumbs up, the white case chefs felt unprecedented enthusiasm.

Maybe they didn't expect that one day, in this way, the whole world would know how rich and colorful Chinese pastries are.

"Is the pastry in the steamer ready?" Someone knocked on the window frame, smiled and shook her hand, and three people behind her looked at her with expectant eyes, who was not Andy?

Yu Jian was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

&y looked at the store decoration that was very different from yesterday, and was a little interested. The whole store uses traditional Chinese architectural features, which looks antique and full of cultural heritage, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall and the vase on the small table all show the unique Chinese characteristics to the world.

"The restaurant has changed a lot." Andy pondered for a moment, "Didn't have a night off last night?" He pointed to Yu Jian's dark blue eyes and asked.

"Thanks to the support of the organizers." Otherwise, just a few of them would not have been able to make such a move. I have to say that some foreign technologies are indeed advanced, Yu Jian watched the workers directing the crane, and in a few moments, the original restaurant was lifted away and a new store was installed. It seems that here, there is no need for tedious moving work, and the house can be taken away.

At this moment, the timer under the steamer sounded, and after a sharp whistle, the steamer stopped moving.

A trace of excitement crossed Yu Jian's eyes, it was the Eight Treasures and Eight Tibetan Cakes!

Brushing away the heat around it, the pastry finally takes on its original state. The surface is a strong glossy bean paste color, with multi-color and multi-layer alternation, and the boxy color is like a treasure jade.

Picked up with a clamp, the cake body trembled slightly, like a tall building, although the top is steep, the bottom is solid. Even the small porcelain plates containing pastries are carefully selected, the whole body is shiny, and the cyan edge is tattooed around it, auspicious clouds are around, and flowers and branches are entangled.

The judges looked at each other and clenched the spoons in their hands, unwilling to spoil the beautiful scenery.

"This fragrance ......" The beer judges took a deep breath and their spirits were suddenly shaken. Obviously, he has eaten a lot, but the saliva that keeps secreting from his mouth is constantly reminding him to taste it quickly.

He carefully scooped a small piece with a spoon from top to bottom, and the color of the pastry was more moisturized against the silver background, and the layering of different colors was clearly visible inside. As soon as he put it in his mouth, the unique dense taste of mille-feuille instantly swept his mouth, and the satisfaction of this variety of flavors made his whole person stretch his neck, like an eagle about to spread its wings and soar.

The whole mouth is now filled with soft and gentle cotton wool, which makes him feel as if he is lying on a hundred layers of silk soft quilt, which is an unprecedented silky experience.

The umami of fish and shrimp, the firmness of pigs and sheep, the softness of ducks and geese, and the delicate sweetness of bean paste are extremely soft in a small rectangular square, with the aroma of flour grains, which is soft and chewy. Layer after layer stretches in his mouth repeatedly, one is better than another, and one wave is higher than another.

Is......

Only Huaxia can make such a unique and wonderful pastry taste!

The beer judges have always been known for their seriousness, which is different from the stiff seriousness of the neon country, which is a characteristic given to the people by the state, and an attitude engraved in their bones.

But at this moment, a bright smile appeared on his slightly wrinkled face, like a warm spring breeze, which made the rest of the people amazed.

The kimchi national judge held his chin that was about to fall: "Am I mistaken? He...... He actually laughed???

Three streets away from the judges' room, the Maple Leaf National Judges pushed the door in with their trouser belts, and when they raised their eyes, the room was empty, leaving only the whirring air conditioner fan and the screen that kept flashing the picture

。 He was instantly dumbfounded, what about people??

If you look closely, the person with an intoxicated face on the screen is not the national judge of beer who swore to him just now. He narrowed his eyes suddenly...... Okay, they actually joined forces to throw him in the toilet and left him alone??

After thinking about it again, it's not good, if you don't go, I'm afraid that the delicious food will be enjoyed exclusively by these people.

He screamed and ran to the parking lot—

……

In the hotel where Neon Country is stationed, Watanabe Murakazu has a serious expression and is closing his eyes to recuperate.

"Teacher, Takeda has already started to prepare, are we really not going to go?" The square-faced man asked.

Watanabe lazily opened his eyes and snorted, "He's so capable, let him do it himself." Today is his Takeda battlefield, so I'm not going to join in the fun."

The square-faced man was still a little worried: "But if I lose the game today......

"Kaneda," suddenly a delicate female voice came from the room, the woman stretched out her cardamom bright red nails and tapped the square-faced man's shoulder, and then sat down on Watanabe's lap again, the whole person snuggled into his arms, pursed scarlet lips, and her eyes were full of charm, "You just need to be Watanabe-sama's assistant, and the rest ...... Watanabe-sama has his own decision."

As soon as these words came out, the man named Kaneda stiffened, and quickly lowered his head and apologized to Watanabe: "Teacher, I overstepped it."

Watanabe put his arm around the woman's waist with one hand and waved the other, motioning for him to go out.

At the moment of closing the door, Kaneda saw the woman crawling on Watanabe's body and offering a fragrant kiss. I also saw Watanabe's big palm monkey anxiously going deep into the woman's clothes. He shook his head, his eyes darkened with unspeakable pain.

The woman lay on Watanabe's lean chest, her fingertips brushing his face, her eyes infatuated and infatuated, and the little bird said in a humane, "My lord, you are really getting better and better."

Watanabe enjoyed her compliment, stroking her back and smiling wantonly, "Gillian, you're getting more and more ...... It's tempting." As he spoke, he began to be hairy again.

The woman rolled over, took his hand, propped her head up again, and looked at him with a smile, "I'm not coming—" Her eyes rolled, as if unintentionally, "My lord, are you really not going to help Takeda?"

At the mention of Takeda Dairo, the smile on Watanabe's face faded.

Gillian asked again, "If Takeda goes to the emperor to complain......

Watanabe Village's eyes were cold, and the hand holding the woman was also tightened: "He dares!" However, in my heart, there are still some unconfidences. Although the emperor no longer has much deterrent power, his attitude towards Takeda is somewhat ambiguous. I don't look down on the Chinese people in my bones, but I have to rely on them in many ways.

Contradictory, but there is no cure. This is probably the sad part of the Neon Country.

Gillian instantly showed the weakness of a woman, as if she couldn't see Watanabe's annoyance, she gave him a sigh of distress, leaned her head on his shoulder, and the corners of her lips suddenly hooked up a smile, she said softly, "My lord, Gillian has an idea, I don't know if I can say it......

Watanabe was a little unimpressed, but Gillian was now his favorite, so he naturally wanted to hear what the wind was blowing on the pillow, so he probed into the quilt, touched the milky skin, and blew a light breath in her ear: "Tell me......