The neon countries here are deceitful and deceitful and do not give in to each other, but the Chinese restaurant on the other side is happy.

Fang Zilu wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the work he had created, which was sincerely proud. Woowoo...... It was really so beautiful, he never thought that one day, under his ten fat fingers, such a beautiful and wonderful ...... would be born Pastry.

Chef Lai tilted his head to admire, sighed twice, and rolled his eyes: "What the hell are you doing here?" The little boss asked you to pinch a Dunhuang flying sky, you can do it well, and get me a bodhisattva chanting. Looking at this form, isn't it a thousand-armed Guanyin??"

Fang Zilu secretly rubbed his thumbs up: "It is worthy of being Master Guangling, you can see it at a glance." In the end, he was still happy there, "It seems that I have done a good job, even Master Lai can see it."

Chef Lai really wanted to squirt him to death with a sip of salt soda, so he glanced at the things on his board twice in anger, and shook his head helplessly.

On the other hand, Zhang Hua's side, with a light movement of his wrist and a stretch and contraction of his fingertips, is the image of a dancing girl, dressed in Luo Qi, holding the pipa with one hand, touching the strings with her fingers, her red mouth is hooked, and her eyes are like silk.

Look at Master Zhang of the Su School, this master of Zhang Hua's own family, his kung fu is better than Zhang Hua, he is a musician who plays the flute, dressed in a plain costume, sitting quietly on a stool, with his eyes slightly closed, his long eyebrows flying into his black temples, and his hairband fluttering behind him.

There is also Lai Chef, who is a music girl who plays the piano, with a floral shape floating out of her skirt, her eyes tilting her head, her eyes looking intently at the guqin under her hands, her fingers are slender and long, and her steps are swaying to her face, reflecting her face like a peach blossom.

In an instant, Fang Zilu felt a little weak.

Slowly touching the dancing girl he made, he quietly hid the flying dancing girl like a tentacle monster.

Chef Lai kept staring at him, and when he saw him acting like this, he couldn't help it anymore, and laughed: "I said Xiaofang, compared with us, are you ashamed of yourself?"

Fang Zilu raised his head, still full of arrogance: "That's not true. I figured it out, in another twenty years, I'll be able to do the same thing as you."

Hmph - isn't it just that he has more experience than him, he is still young, he has time, and when he returns to the magic capital, he will study this exquisite pastry craft in the small kitchen, and he is not afraid that he will not be able to become a teacher.

Chef Lai was so happy that he couldn't spend it, so he directly pointed to Yu Jian, who was possessing the dancer, and said, "The little boss is as young as you, look at what others do......

Yu Jian, like him, is a flying dancer. As early as when Neon carved a nondescript plain steamed voice with vegetables, she had a plan, and she must have slapped Little Neon in the face. Neon Nation prides itself on using top-quality ingredients, such as Belon oysters, Kobe beef, and sturgeon caviar, and it is also said to be a national tradition.

In this regard, Yu Jian scoffed. As early as a thousand years ago, in the Tang Dynasty, these things were frequent guests at the table of the Central Plains aristocracy. In the Tang Dynasty, the most important thing was the word ingredients. For example, the flavor of "Soul Burning" on Merriam-Webster's menu only takes the most essence of four taels of meat from a sheep.

But the sound of the vegetarian steaming sound, in addition to the exquisite ingredients, is more important than its appearance. Based on complex and diverse fillings, a music and dance scene composed of 72 people is created, including musicians playing pipa, drums, and flutes, and dancing girls. This is not only a dim sum, but also a prosperous scene of Datang night sheng song.

Little Neon is a country that even has to tamper with history, and it wants to rob the cultural history of China even if it is half-understood.

She can't bear it, and she can't bear it!

Hold the hibiscus with no hands, and walk into space. The neon clothes drag the wide belt, floating and ascending to the sky. The dancer only uses one foot on the ground, holding the brocade silk in one hand, and the lotus finger in the other, and closing her eyes with her head closed, as if she feels the endless aura between heaven and earth. Another person, with a double-ringed bun on his head, a drum in his hand sounding slightly, his eyes blazing, and a smile. There is also a person, a fan on his waist, his posture is twisted, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised......

In just a few dozen minutes, there were already more than 20 dancers in various postures on Yu Jian's board, just waiting for her to draw red and green at the end and decorate the brilliant colors.

Fang Zilu was dumbfounded, not to mention the question of whether he is beautiful or not, just this number is too different......

"Little boss, aren't you...... miscellaneous

Is the kitchen god reincarnated?" Fang Zilu's face showed a serious expression, as if he had learned some true meaning, and stared at Yu Jian with a scrutinizing gaze.

Yu Jian missed a beat in her heart, barely stabilized her mind, and asked him, "Why do you say that?"

Fang Zilu pointed to the group of graceful dancers in front of her, "The standard of a normal person should be like me," he took out the tentacle monster he had made and put it with the dancers. In such a close comparison, Fang Zilu's craftsmanship is even more ...... It's terrible.

He hurriedly took his work back again, carefully placed it on the board like a baby, and touched his nose: "Uh...... Maybe the standard of a normal person should be a little higher than mine, but you are exaggerating. I'll do one, you do twenty...... Tut-tut......"

Yu Jian laughed, and even the rest of the masters couldn't help laughing, she glanced at the flying dancer who was treated as a baby bump by Fang Zilu, her face was embarrassed, but she still couldn't bear to hit his enthusiasm, and she didn't praise him very carefully: "Don't be presumptuous, this tentacle ...... Belch...... The Flying Dancer is still a few points stronger than ordinary people." It's not easy to make just those countless tentacles, let alone something like that.

Fang Zilu was even more embarrassed, where was this praising him, it was clearly laughing at him. Immediately, he waved his fist slightly: "We will be a good man again in ten years!" Not like you non-human creatures."

When several masters heard this, they laughed heartily.

This laughter diluted the slightly tense atmosphere of the game and made Zhang Hua breathe a sigh of relief. Before coming to the rooster, Wu Guoliang had talked to him once. The martial arts family has a deep heritage, and there are some things that only Wushu Fang, who is a parent, knows, and even Wu Guoliang is not qualified to listen to it. Before the game, Zhang Hua had a vague premonition that there must be a death-defying duel between him and Wushu Fang.

And Wu Wu Fang will definitely use the secret skills of the martial arts to deal with him, as for what it is, he doesn't know. So there is always a string in my heart, constantly speculating and pondering in my heart. Although there are many kinds of pastries in the Qing Palace, after all, the most wonderful part has been lost, and what can come out of his hands is only slightly better than ordinary pastries.

Compared with this kind of family that has been hidden for hundreds of years, it is a little inadequate.

Unexpectedly, the girl of the Yu family still had a hand. Originally, when he saw the steamed plain sound part made by Neon Country, he felt quite strange, this kind of inherited thing is according to Xiao Neon's heart, and it makes no sense to just rub it secretly and keep it secret. Let's just say that Watanabe's little old man, after learning some Chinese tea skills, he turned a corner and wanted to take it for himself, and he also wanted to apply for intangible cultural heritage projects.

Is...... Shameless!

It wasn't until Yu Jian told them the complete origin of Su Steam's voice that Zhang Hua understood what the strange feeling he saw for the first time was.

Zhang Guan Li Dai, this should have been shown in the form of pastry, how can it be carved with a knife?

He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart...... The white case master for decades is not in vain, and he still has some sixth sense!