Bergamot cloud cake is like the cleanest cluster of snow on the top of the snow-capped mountain, beckoning to several people, waiting to be picked.

The kimchi national judge pinched a piece with his bare hands, broke it from the middle, and saw the pale yellow bergamot filling inside, crystal clear, in a semi-flowing state, and a peculiar fragrance came to his nose, so he couldn't help but take a bite.

Soft.

That was his first feeling. You can also feel the delicate temperature of the muffin between your lips and teeth, and it is incredibly soft.

Sweet.

It was his second feeling. The aromatic sweetness poured into his mouth and into his stomach with saliva, and the sweetness smelled everywhere he passed.

If he really wants to find out the shortcomings, it is at this moment, he also wants to have a cup of elegant green tea to neutralize the domineering aroma of Buddha's hand. While thinking like this, Takeda had already asked someone to bring a pot of brown tea.

"This is Samui water boiled by Takeda-sensei, and it goes perfectly with Bergamot Cloud Cake." As the soup was poured out, a strong aroma of Chinese medicine filled the air.

The Beer Jury sniffled a little disgusted, he didn't like this kind of thing the most, he had been tricked into eating bitter medicinal soup for a long time, and now there was a shadow.

Just as he was about to refuse, a man rushed in.

The Maple Leaf National Judges were sweating profusely, stood in front of them with an aggrieved face, and glared at them fiercely: "You guys are really unrighteous!" Then he snatched the small teacup in the hands of the beer judges and drank it all.

"Poof-" Before the Beer National Jury could react, he was already sprayed in the face by a mouthful of brown liquid mixed with saliva, and he wiped the water stains from his face with a gloomy face, and said word by word, "What do you want to do?"

The Maple Leaf National Jury stuck out his tongue bitterly: "What kind of strange taste is this?"

The Kimchi National Judges were amused by the sudden interaction between the two, and almost used their mobile phones to record their embarrassment.

was so troubled by the Maple Leaf National Judges, several people had no intention of tasting Takeda's meticulous work again. Although the kimchi national judges thought that the bergamot cloud cake was delicious, after all, with the eight treasures and eight Tibetan cakes of Huaxia before, the comparison of the two boxes also showed that Takeda's works were a little ordinary.

Takeda naturally saw the absent-mindedness of several people, and his heart was full of jealousy. The best taste experience of bergamot cloud cake is to drink a sip of Samui water, the sweetness in the cloud cake will be completely neutralized by the sour soup, and the sweet and sour taste is the essence of cloud cake.

But it was disturbed!

Not only was it disturbed, but they didn't feel guilty, they still turned around and left with a smile, and continued to throw themselves into the arms of Huaxiaguo.

How could this not make him angry? Thought after thought, this Huaxia is against him everywhere, and he is pressed everywhere, the Huaxia pastries they talked about just now, the kind of appreciation that they can't wait to dig out their hearts and lungs, should have praised him!

This mental imbalance completely made him forget about the current situation. He was indignant, and despite the dissuasion of his assistant, he walked directly to the door of Huaxia Restaurant.

"Zhang Hua, do you dare to fight me!" Takeda shouted loudly, but in the Huaxia language that he had once discarded.

Fang Zi, who was still immersed in hard work, moved his ears, which mad dog was barking? Ignore it, the vegetarian buns made by Master Lai are really delicious, the filling is salty and fresh, revealing the unique aroma of wild vegetables, and the dried fragrant is added, which is so chewy and the dough is also good......

A wisp of breeze blew through Takeda's body with withered petals and leaves......

Deserted, miserable, miserable relatives...... No one paid any attention to Takeda Dairo at all. Fang Zilu is the only one in the Huaxia restaurant, and it is not yet time to serve high-end pastries, and Chef Zhang Hua is still busy in the small shop in the market. Yu Jian went to visit the market with several judges who had returned, and her figure had long been drowned in the crowd.

Takeda was ignored, the resentment in his eyes was already gushing out, his heart was shouting wildly, but he still had to maintain his unwarranted face, he spoke again, and the volume increased again. This time, he stood at the door of the food street, facing the surging flow of diners inside, blocking all of himself: "Huaxia people, do you dare to have a dignified battle with my neon country!"

Diners stand still for a moment. Some of them understood this sentence, and some of them looked around in confusion, but they all fell silent.

Zhang Hua happened to hand the last box of pastries to the diners, and when he heard this, he couldn't hold back and chuckled directly. His voice wasn't too loud, but it was very clear in the breathless atmosphere.

The corners of his mouth curled with sarcasm, wiped the remaining oil stains on his hands, and just stood there, tilting his head and thinking for a while, before he asked very seriously, "You claim to be the representative of the Neon Country, but you challenge me in Huaxia?"

"Poof-" I don't know who it is, but I suddenly recalled the deep meaning of this sentence, and I couldn't help but laugh out.

Takeda Dairo's face turned white, and he also realized that he had exposed the divine wind of the original Chinese people. But his cheeks are as thick as his, and he can't take too much care of them at the moment, so he only pointed at Zhang Hua with his finger: "No need to say more, you just say a word, would you like to compare with me alone?"

Master Su Pai Zhang persuaded on the side, "Ignore him, we will win." He is more cautious, this is originally a team battle, and now there are only a lot more diners, so there is no need to make any extraneous branches.

But for Zhang Hua, he has to fight. He wants to let Takeda know what he is giving up! He also wants to avenge his brother!

Turning his gaze not far away, there was a little girl standing tall, showing a calm and natural bearing, dazzling grace between gestures. The little girl met his gaze, suddenly smiled, and nodded slightly.

At this moment, he had a thin pride in his chest, and shouted, "Good—as you wish!"

Takeda Dairo saw him agree, the haze in his eyes flashed, and he sneered in his heart. What kind of details Zhang Hua is, he knows it clearly, but he is just a disciple of the Manchu and Han Dynasty. Their martial arts family has been a royal chef since the Song Dynasty, and their inheritance is much more than that of the barbarians outside the Guan.

The reason why he challenged Zhang Hua was to let him know that his younger brother would always be his younger brother. Wu Guoliang is all his defeated generals, not to mention a little Zhang Hua. His memory is still stuck in the little kid who followed behind with snot and shouted "Brother Liang".

I didn't expect that what was once a small sapling would one day grow into a towering tree.

His eyes rolled, and he suddenly had an idea: "I heard, you are a court heir? So, let's each make a cake from the Huaxia court and see who it is, which is better?"

Zhang Hua didn't answer, just looked at him with *** eyes.

Everyone didn't make a sound, and they also looked at him with *** eyes.

At this time, the mouth substitute came out again: "Isn't this the chief pastry master of the Neon Nation? How do you want to compare Chinese pastries with us? Pastry ...... in Neon Country Are they all dead??"

Fang Zilu squatted at the door of the Huaxia Restaurant and looked up at Takeda Dairo's face, full of doubts.