"What about Watanabe? When is he coming?" Takeda was very busy, and his assistants were outside preparing for the market, and he had to do the kitchen himself. He has rarely done such a large amount of kitchen work in recent years, and he has long been a little overwhelmed.

Li Yi shook his head, "Watanabe-sensei's side...... I can't get in touch."

"Bastard!" Takeda's face was full of violence, and there was a chilling tremor in his voice, "What the hell is he trying to do!"

Takeda had a bad feeling at the moment, and even his hand kneading the dough shook uncontrollably. It was already downwind, but the house leak happened to rain overnight, and at this moment, Watanabe Muraichi was still with him.

Doesn't he know what it means to lose a game?

Takeda felt a surge of qi and blood instantly surging into his heart, his heart and lungs were blocked, and he wanted to squirt three liters of blood. He hurriedly stopped Li Yi: "When you go to the hotel, you must let the people from Watanabe come over." If necessary, the emperor will hold him down."

Li Yi: "Teacher, I don't have that permission......

Takeda took out an object from his bosom and threw it into Li Yi's hand, it was a small voice recorder, and he said, "When you see Watanabe, let him listen to what is inside, I don't believe he can be indifferent."

It's no wonder that Takeda felt that he could restrain Watanabe, it turned out that he still had a killer weapon in his hands. Li Yi pinched the recorder, owed a debt, and replied, "Yes, teacher."

Rao is Watanabe Village's mind is extraordinary, and at this moment, I am afraid that I don't know that Takeda still has a back hand. Leaving the Neon National Restaurant, Li Yi stopped in the parking lot for a moment, turned on the voice recorder, and listened to the emperor's weak and hoarse voice. This hearing really completely subverted his three views. This neon country...... It turned out to be the idea of fighting!

A chill jumped directly from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, and I felt both frightened and aggrieved. Neon, is it really when Huaxia is a sick cat?! At this time, he really felt that he was so wrong that he had to give up his original intention and everything he had sworn to guard for a little profit.

No!

He still has a chance to make amends!

Thinking of this, he immediately lit the engine and walked away.

"Xiaobai, what are you thinking?" In the Malatang shop, Xiaoli waved her hand in front of Li Bai. Her kissing boyfriend had been in this silly position for twenty minutes, and if it weren't for the occasional flickering of her eyelashes, she would have been ready to call an ambulance.

Xiaoli knew that he was worried about his brother's affairs, but everyone's values were different, Li Bai had worked hard, but Li Yi was still stubborn. In Xiaoli's opinion, such a brother should not be wanted. If it was her, she would definitely slap him hard and cut off the relationship with him, and in the future, you will take your Yangguan Road, and I will cross my single-plank bridge.

The front is not unified, and there is nothing affectionate to talk about.

But Li Bai is a person who attaches great importance to affection. He even felt that it was because of himself that his brother took the wrong path. Xiaoli persuaded him for a long time, but he still looked like he was going to die, so anxious that she wanted to break his brain to see which tendon drilled the tip of the horns.

"Hey—" She sighed again, and Li Bai still maintained his original daze posture. These days coincide with the day of the food competition, and diners have gone to the competition site to eat the food made by the two countries, and their small Malatang restaurant is not a particularly good business in the first place, let alone patronized by many people.

Xiaoli scratched her hair, screamed plaintively, and walked to the freezer, she had to have a cold drink to suppress the shock.

Before she could open the door of the freezer, a gust of wind flashed by her side, and then she looked at it, Li Bai, who was still sitting here just now, ran out in an instant.

"Xiaobai—" She just shouted, and instantly closed her mouth again. Across the street, two similar figures stood opposite each other, relatively silent.

……

In the Huaxia restaurant, Fang Zilu opened his mouth and served a large pot full of food in one go.

"You...... Can you finish eating?" The Kimchi National Jury asked curiously.

Fang Zilu broke open a vegetarian bun and triumphantly said: "Chinese people never waste food, take as much as you eat!" After speaking, he looked the man of Kimchi Country up and down again

Slightly thin body.

The kimchi national jury shrank their heads, "Look...... See what?"

Fang Zilu let out a "tsk", turned around, and pointed his ass at him. I don't have much communication with the judges, this is what Fang Zilu has figured out these days, so that the pink eye monster next door has snake essence disease again.

Thinking of this, he also rushed to the people: "Don't stay with us all the time, go and see next door! There is an old saying in China, called "rain and dew are evenly wet."

Beer National Jury: "What do you mean?"

&y, laughing, and whispering to them, "It's that we have to be fair."

In that case, let's go and have a look.

The news of the judges' stop at the Huaxia Restaurant reached Takeda's ears, which made his already narrow heart even more jealous. Obviously, he is a world-renowned master, but instead of holding him, these people even go to the sworn enemy he despises.

Therefore, when the assistant shouted that the judges had come over, there was still a trace of resentment in his heart. But soon, this emotion was well hidden.

Since he is here, then he Takeda will use his wonderful skills to make them reluctant to walk out of this door.

Don't the judges like to eat Chinese pastries? Then he will let them see what is the mastery of Huaxia Jinglun.

The samurai family has several peerless pastries, which are only passed down among the people of the descendants, and there is no written record. This was dictated to him by the old man before he died, and no one else knew it. Even Wu Guoliang is not qualified to inherit at all. The old man once said that once these pastries are made, they are standing at the top of the pyramid. Although he didn't make all of them, there was one that was quite successful.

Takeda sneered, he didn't expect that he would be cheaper than these dirt buns who didn't know anything.

Bergamot cloud cake, made of elegant and tranquil bergamot, with a pot of sour plum tea, one sour and one sweet, complement each other. In "Six Tales of Floating Life", it is said: "The Buddha's hand is a gentleman in incense, only intentionally or unintentionally." What Takeda wants to do is this bergamot cloud cake.

Add glutinous rice flour, add sugar, and grind it into rice flour in a food processor. Add cold water little by little and stir to make it a ball that can be grasped by hand, and then crush the large particles and filter them into a snowflake shape with a sieve. These are all delicate jobs, which should have been done by Takeda's assistants, but now they are being done by Takeda alone. After only a few moments, his whole body broke out in a wave of sweat, and his face flushed.

The rice noodles are seasoned, then filled with bergamot, sifted and flattened. Repeat it a few times, and you will have a sense of layering.

The rice cakes are steamed on a plate over high heat, then simmered over low heat, covered with a white cloth to absorb the water vapor. The final step is to press out the shape of a bergamot with a mold.

The shape is like a cloud, and there are orange-yellow bergamot particles in it, how can it be plain and elegant.

This completely different visual experience from Huaxia deeply shocked the judges. The tableware of the neon country is a small black glazed square bowl, a wonderful contrast between black and white, which more and more sets off the independence of the pastry, and the smell of fragrance, as if it is a breeze blowing in the mountains.

Ethereal is nowhere to be found.