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Chapter 138 The Lost Pastry Art ([-])
Wu Guoliang looked at the sky, raised his right hand and looked again, sighed, and smiled bitterly at Yu Jianping.

"Look, it's really shaking." He stretched out his hand in front of the two of them.

Yu Jian stretched out her head and looked at it carefully. Where did he say that she was trembling?It's clearly not stable...

Yu Jianping slapped the paw in front of him, and gave him an angry look: "Don't worry about it, you are a rare left-handed person in the world." The left hand is more flexible than the right hand, what a wolf with a big tail!

Wu Guoliang smiled awkwardly and touched his nose in embarrassment, but he was ashamed that he hadn't been exposed.

Yu Jian felt that today was a day of violent attacks, one after another, Lei Jie was not so fast.

"You didn't learn the left and right fighting skills from Zhou Botong, did you?" Yu Jian said casually.

Wu Guoliang turned pale with shock: "How do you know??"

"Really?" Yu Jian looked at him, as if he had really learned some secret technique.

"What are you thinking!" Yu Jianping slapped Yu Jian on the head, and said to Wu Guoliang, "Stop bullying children."

It really is a lie.

Yu Jian pouted unhappily, these two old men who are almost sixty years old, how can they still be so playful.

"You, Uncle Wu, are definitely the person with the strongest willpower I have ever met." Yu Jianping said solemnly, and his thoughts returned to more than [-] years ago.

He moved from Rao Township to the capital. He thought that his handicraft was invincible in the world, but the capital is so big, and how many people gathered from all over the world, his little tricks may be one of the best in Rao Township, but here, see Not enough to see.

Hitting the wall everywhere made him start to doubt his life. At the most difficult time, he met Wu Guoliang.

In those days, being a beggar was divided into gangs.He ran out of money and had only a carry-on bag containing some clothes and half a cookbook he had stolen.The winter in Beijing is so cold, he hid in the air-raid shelter and watched the snowstorm all over the city, and was kicked suddenly.

The half-grown child, who was covered in tatters, put his waist down and said fiercely: "There are already people here, so hurry up and get out!"

Raising his hand, he wanted to slap him.

At that time, Yu Jianping's heart was ashamed, he didn't even have the heart to resist, he closed his eyes and waited for the fist to come.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no movement.When he opened his eyes, he saw a man with gray hair squatting on the ground playfully, looking at him.And the little beggar just now has disappeared.

"New here?" the man asked.

And he said to himself: "I haven't seen it before, it must be a newcomer."

Yu Jianping thought he was insane, and the man squatted beside him for a long time asking and answering.

At the end, he turned his head to look at him again, and grinned: "I'm the boss here, you can hang out with me from now on."

This man is Wu Guoliang.

After a long time, Yu Jianping gradually understood his situation.He is also a chef, and a pastry chef with excellent cooking skills, but because of an accident, his right hand was broken. The doctor told him that it is okay to use a knife again, but he can only cook home-cooked dishes, and forget about stirring pots and so on.

In addition, something happened to Wu Guoliang, and everyone shouted and beat him when he walked on the street, so he could only hide in the bridge hole where the sun was out of sight.If it were an ordinary person, they might just accept their fate like this.

But Wu Guoliang is not good, his right hand is not good, he still has a left hand.He asked the little beggar to pick up an iron pot and came back to practice his arm strength first, then he found a kitchen knife and pulled out weeds to practice knife skills.

Day after day, year after year, he really made his left hand as flexible and proficient as his right hand.

"What happened next?" Yu Jian held her chin and listened with gusto.

"Later, I was almost beaten to death!" Wu Guoliang pouted at the side, "There was a beggar who stole something, and someone found the bridge hole, and almost killed us all. It was inconvenient for me to show up at that time, so I had to take Jianping to escape. In another air-raid shelter."

Two years later, Jianping finally pulled himself together, went out to find a job, and later moved out of the air-raid shelter.

On the day they left, the two had a fierce quarrel. Wu Guoliang pointed at his nose and cursed: "Don't come back after you leave! With your little skill, can you still turn the world upside down?"

Yu Jianping was also an idiot, so he poked his neck back and said, "Don't look down on people, even though I'm not as good as you, I can definitely be a chef!"

Broke up unhappily.

Later, the air-raid shelter was not allowed to live, and Wu Guoliang came here to do the business of buying scraps.Yu Jianping searched for him for a long time before asking someone to find out his whereabouts. He came secretly several times, put down his things and left without seeing him.

"Don't think I don't know you sent me something." Wu Guoliang snorted, "Still hiding."

Taking a glance at Yu Jianping, he clicked his lips twice.

Yu Jianping smiled wryly: "I've said harsh words, but I can't break my word."

As they talked, the two were about to argue again.

Yu Jian dragged the stool between the two of them, put her hands on one of them, "Is it okay to talk about business? Uncle Wu, can you still make pasta now?"

……

Whether it’s okay or not, it doesn’t matter if you say it, you have to see it to be true.

Wu Guoliang smiled mysteriously, took out two packaged candied fruit from his pocket and threw them to Yu Jian.

Inside the transparent paper bag was a bright red date with brown root buds sprouting from the top.

Yu Jian looked at him in confusion: "Uncle Wu, I don't eat jujubes." She didn't like the taste of dates very much, and she didn't eat jujubes alone except when cooking.

"Try it."

Yu Jian squeezed through the package, it was very elastic, big and plump, and looked like a good variety.When I tore open the packaging bag and brought it to my mouth, I felt that something was wrong again. The aroma of the dates was not strong, but it had a taste of pasta.Take a bite, the taste——

Her eyes widened in shock.

Looking at the candied dates in his hand, it is filled with rich jujube paste mixed with pine nuts. It turns out to be a handmade thousand-layer candied date cake!
The lines on the surface of the jujube were actually made with Bai An’s superb crisp-cracking skills, so lifelike, if you don’t eat it in your mouth, you really think it’s a real jujube!
"This... this..." Yu Jian was so shocked that she couldn't speak, she held up the candied date cake and wanted to show it to Yu Jianping.

Unexpectedly, Yu Jianping was not unusual at all, so he said something to hurt Yu Jian: "It's still simple, have you ever seen the twelve zodiac signs made of pasta? Your Uncle Wu can make tiger fur look like real ones." .”

I go……

It's awesome!

Yu Jian looked at the pastry in his hand again, the dough was so crispy that even the best skilled craftsmen in the Tang Dynasty could not achieve such a skill.

This Wu Guoliang is really not a secondary school student as he appears on the surface.

Is a capable person!

"Uncle Wu, I wonder if you have heard of the name Duanbiancunyi?" Yu Jian said after pondering for a moment.

(End of this chapter)