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Chapter 307 Suzhen sound part ([-])

Here, the Neon Kingdom is intriguing and refusing to give in to each other, while the Huaxia Restaurant on the other side is full of fun.

Fang Zilu wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at the works he created, he was sincerely proud.Woooooo...it's so beautiful, he never thought that one day, such a beautiful and wonderful pastry would be born under his ten fat fingers.

Chef Lai tilted his head to appreciate it, smacked his mouth twice, and rolled his eyes: "What the hell are you doing? The little boss asked you to make a Dunhuang Flying Sky, but you are lucky, and made me a Bodhisattva chant." .Looking at this shape, isn't it a thousand-armed Avalokitesvara??"

Fang Zilu secretly gave a thumbs up: "As expected of Master Guangling, you can tell it at a glance." At the end, he was still happy there, "It seems that I have done a good job, even Master Lai can tell."

Chef Lai really wanted to spray him to death with a gulp of salt soda, so he took another look at the things on his chopping board angrily, and shook his head helplessly.

On the other hand, on Zhang Hua's side, with a slight movement of the wrist, and between stretching and shrinking fingertips, there is an image of a dancing girl, dressed in Luo Qi, holding a pipa with one hand, touching the strings with her fingers, her small red mouth curled up, winking silky.

Look at Master Zhang of Su Pai again, this master master from Zhang Hua's family, his hand skills are better than Zhang Hua's, and he is a musician who plays the shengxiao. He is dressed in plain Chinese clothes. Flying into the black temples, with fluttering hair behind her.

There is also Chef Lai, who is a music girl with drums and zithers. Her skirt flutters out of flower patterns, her eyes are downcast and her head is tilted, her eyes are focused on the guqin under her hand, her nails are long and slender, and her steps are swaying down to her face, reflecting the The face is as red as a peach blossom.

In an instant, Fang Zilu felt a little guilty.

He slowly touched the dancer he made himself, and quietly hid the tentacle-like flying dancer.

Chef Lai kept staring at him. Seeing his actions like this, he couldn't help it anymore, and laughed loudly: "I said Xiao Fang, compared with us, don't you feel ashamed?"

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

Hmph—isn't it just because he has more experience than him? He is still young and has plenty of time. When he returns to Shanghai, he will specialize in this exquisite pastry technique in the small kitchen, and he may not be able to become a master.

Chef Lai was so happy that he couldn't afford it, he pointed directly at Yu Jian who was possessing herself to paint flowers for the dancer, and said, "The little boss is also as young as you, look at what he made..."

Yu Jian, like him, was a flying dancer.As early as when Nehong carved out nondescript vegetarian voices with vegetables, she had planned to slap little Nehong in the face.Neon Country 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.

Yu Jian scoffed at this.As early as the Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago, these things were frequent guests on the tables of the nobles of the Central Plains.In the Tang Dynasty, the most important thing was the word food.For example, the "Xiaoling Sunburn" on the Webster's menu only takes the most essential four-liang meat from a sheep.

However, in addition to the exquisite ingredients, the Suzhen sound part is more important than its appearance.Based on a variety of fillings, a music and dance scene composed of seventy-two people is created, including musicians playing pipa, drum, zither, and flute, and dancing girls.This is not only a dim sum, but also a prosperous scene of singing and dancing every night in the Tang Dynasty.

Little Neon is a country where even the history has to be tampered with. Even though it has only a half-knowledge, it still wants to snatch China's cultural history.

She can't bear it, and she can't bear it!
Su holds the hibiscus in his hand, and walks into space with empty steps.The neon clothes drag the wide belt, floating and ascending to the sky.The dancer only rests one foot on the ground, holds the brocade silk in one hand, and stretches out her lotus fingers in the other hand. She nods her head and closes her eyes, as if feeling the continuous aura of heaven and earth.Another person, with double rings on his head, slightly beating the drum in his hands, with bright eyes and a full smile.There is another person, with a round fan on his waist, his body is twisting, and the corners of his eyes are slightly raised...

In just a few tens of minutes, there were already more than twenty dancers in various poses on Yu Jian's chopping board, just waiting for her to paint red and green to decorate with brilliant colors.

Fang Zilu was dumbfounded. Leaving aside the question of whether she is beautiful or not, the difference in the number alone is too much...

"Little boss, aren't you... the reincarnation of some God of Cooking?" Fang Zilu showed a serious expression, as if he had gotten some truth, and stared at Yu Jian with scrutiny.

Yu Jian missed a beat in her heart, managed to stabilize 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 mine." He took out the tentacle monster he made and put it with the dancers.Compared at such a close distance, Fang Zilu's craftsmanship is even more... horrible.

He quickly took back his work, put it carefully on the chopping board like a baby, and touched his nose: "Uh... Maybe the standard of normal people should be a little higher than mine, but you are too exaggerated. I'll make one, you make twenty... tsk tsk tsk..."

Yu Jian smiled "puchi", and even the rest of the masters couldn't help laughing too. She glanced at the flying dancer who Fang Zilu regarded as a baby bump, her face was embarrassing, but she still couldn't bear to discourage his enthusiasm, not particularly Praise out of heart: "Don't underestimate yourself, this tentacle... er... Flying Dancer, after all, is a bit better than ordinary people." It's not easy to make those countless tentacles, let alone it looks like that. thing.

Fang Zilu was even more embarrassed. This is not a compliment, but a mockery.Immediately, he waved his fist a little: "We will be a hero again in ten years! I don't have the same knowledge as you non-human guys."

The masters laughed even more when they heard this.

This loud laughter dilutes the slightly tense atmosphere of the game and makes Zhang Hua breathe a sigh of relief.Before coming to the rooster, Wu Guoliang once had a talk with him.The Wu family has a profound background, and there are some things that only Wu Shufang, who is a parent and child, knows, and even Wu Guoliang is not qualified to inquire.Before the competition, Zhang Hua had a vague premonition that there must be a desperate duel between him and Wu Shufang.

Moreover, Wu Shufang will definitely use martial arts secret skills to deal with him, but he doesn't know what it is.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, the most wonderful part has been lost after all, and what can be made in 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 not enough.

Unexpectedly, the girl from the Yu family still kept a hand.Originally, he felt quite strange when he saw the Steamed Su Yin Department made by Nihong Country. According to Xiao Nihong's disposition, such things with inheritance would only be kept secret without reason.Let’s just say that the little old man Watanabe, who knew some Chinese tea-making skills, turned a corner and wanted to take it for himself, and wanted to apply for the intangible cultural heritage project.

Really... shameless!
It wasn't until Yu Jian told them the complete history of Su Zhengyin's vocals that Zhang Hua finally understood what was the strange feeling when he saw it for the first time.

Zhang Guan Li Dai, this should be displayed in the form of pasta, how can it be carved with a knife?

He heaved a sigh of relief in his heart... It's not for nothing that he has been a white case master for decades, he still has some sixth sense!

(End of this chapter)