Chapter 1444 Ingenuity

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"Let's eat first." Song Ming was too lazy to argue with Zhou Shijie, and his attention shifted to the crab apple cake in his hand.

This crabapple cake is actually, as Song Ming said, a classic Su-style snack, with a crispy outer layer and a lotus paste-flavored filling inside.

At first glance, the piece on Song Ming's hand looks like a real crabapple flower. The red and bright flowers are charming, graceful and in full bloom. When hung on the branch, the crystal green leaves set off the flowers, making them look fresh. , graceful and playful, Song Ming would have almost been deceived if it weren't for his keenness in pastries.

Even holding it in his hand, Song Ming felt that the crabapple cake was too real, not like a cake but more like a flower.

Song Ming held a small flower in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while before stuffing it into his mouth.

"Well, it smells good." Song Ming couldn't help but blurt out the word, then closed his mouth and began to taste it slowly.

Although this crabapple cake is a pastry fried at medium temperature, the smell of oil is not the smell when you eat it, but the fragrance of flowers. Then the layer of puff pastry is melted by the warm mouth, and the wheat flavor of the dough comes along with the fragrance. Rush down the throat.

"Crack" is the sound of the outer layer of puff pastry being chewed.

With the addition of the soft filling from chewing the inner layer of the crabapple cake, the lotus paste made by Yuan Zhou is not as cloying as others, but has the sweetness of the lotus seeds themselves.

The light sweetness combined with the crispiness of the outer layer of puff pastry, the fragrance of crabapple flowers, and finally the slightest hint of oily fragrance lingered in my mouth and I ate it instantly.

"It's too young." Song Ming couldn't help but smack his mouth, savoring the taste just now.

No, this crab apple cake is indeed very delicious, but it is too small. Not to mention one bite, even two bites are not too much.

With this in mind, Song Ming continued to look for pastries among the trees.

Then everyone saw such an interesting scene.

That is, a group of chefs and pastry chefs who are superior in cooking and pastry skills are touching this and that in the forest, and some even taste the green leaves secretly while others are not paying attention.

But someone actually discovered that some green leaves are edible. It was the leaf cake dumplings made by Yuan Zhou, which was also made in the Soviet style.

A thin leaf with the veins inside highlighted with red bean paste. It tastes fresh and slightly sweet.

Very good.

"The things made by Boss Yuan are too realistic." The photographer beside him couldn't help but look at the camera and outside the camera, but he still couldn't tell the difference between the pastries and the plants.

"Indeed, it doesn't matter if it's realistic. Look at the expressions of those who ate the pastry. It must be extremely delicious." Another photographer couldn't help but swallowed secretly, and then said.

"You are still too young. What does it matter? This pastry has no taste." Another tall photographer said with an inscrutable look.

"What happened to the smell?" another photographer asked.

"It's nothing, it just makes you salivate." The tall photographer said deeply.

And the tall photographer didn't wait for anyone else to ask, he continued: "Because I have experience, it's okay to take pictures of other people, but to take pictures of the food cooked by Boss Yuan, I have to prepare a bib."

Yes, this tall photographer is the one who often comes to take pictures of Yuan Zhou’s interactions with other people. When he was taking pictures, he didn’t dare to speak at all and was as quiet as a chicken because he was afraid that when he spoke, the first thing that would come out was not the sound, but the sound. It's saliva.

"Thank you for your hard work, brother." The other photographers looked at the master chefs who were eating with their eyes closed, intoxicated and satisfied, and patted the tall photographer's shoulders comfortingly.

"Okay, let's continue taking pictures, and make them look better." The tall photographer said with a hint.

The remaining three photographers understood instantly and immediately said: "Yes, it should be like this. Let's take some close-up shots."

"Then I'll take a picture of that painter. He eats the best." The first photographer to speak pointed at Wu Hai and said.

The remaining three people looked there instantly.

I saw that Wu Hai had destroyed all the roses on the wall. There were no intact flowers anymore. He even didn't spare the grass on the ground. He picked up a large handful and stuffed them into his mouth.

When the four of them looked over, Wu Hai was stuffing grass into his mouth.

"Is this grass edible?" the photographer couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe." Several people replied in a noisy manner.

"I think it's not that he eats it well, but he swallows it quickly." said the tall photographer.

"That's true. Seeing him like this makes me want to secretly eat a leaf and try it." Someone swallowed and said.

"Remember your responsibilities and go ahead." The tall photographer said with a serious face, then turned and left.

The moment he turned around, the tall photographer swallowed the saliva in his mouth without leaving any trace.

"Damn it, I want a salary increase. This isn't welfare, it's torture." The tall photographer secretly complained in his mind.

The photographers here once again assigned the question of how to take pictures, and Song Ming also found a new pastry. This time the pastry was a Cantonese pastry that he was familiar with.

Cantonese pastry is actually also called Cantonese dim sum. Because it is located along the coast and has developed port trade, Cantonese dim sum not only has a wide variety of Chinese dim sum, but also introduces new ones, with bright colors and fine production techniques. It also pays attention to the matching of skin and fillings. It can be said that it has color, fragrance, taste and spirit.

It also incorporates some Western-style dim sum, adding a lot of innovations that other dim sum does not have.

What was in front of Song Ming now was glutinous rice cake, the most basic of Cantonese dim sum.

Yes, Song Ming was standing in front of a low magnolia tree. It was a white magnolia tree half as tall as a man, but it had some scattered white magnolia flowers on it, exuding a faint scent of magnolia flowers.

These magnolia flowers range from half-open to fully-open.

"Click" Song Ming reached out and picked off a white magnolia that was about to bloom.

The magnolia flower held in the hand is all jade white, the petals are as delicate as pearls and have a beautiful and lustrous color. There are some faint yellow stamens inside, and a little faint magnolia fragrance fills the tip of the nose.

"Ingenious thinking, exquisite heart." Song Ming turned the magnolia flower and praised it.

The magnolia flower has five petals and is half the size of a palm. Naturally, Song Ming couldn't eat it in one bite, so he bit off one of the petals first.

As soon as you bite the petals, you can't hide the fragrance of glutinous rice. It has a light sweet and glutinous taste. Although the petals look very thin, they taste glutinous and have the fragrance of glutinous rice itself.

"It actually has no fillings, but it brings out the essence of the glutinous rice cake to the extreme. It's delicious." Song Ming ate the whole flower in two bites.

After eating the whole flower, Song Ming realized that the faint scent of magnolia flowers remained in his mouth.

"The ancients pursued elegance and ate real flowers. What I am eating is not real flowers, but it is better than real flowers." Song Ming said with emotion.

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