This is what Bai Sangyu encountered when she first came out.
"It's better than what, what's the comparison!"
"That is, the chef of the Michelin restaurant came with us to grab the chance to get ahead. Why should she be chosen in front of us as an unknown person? What can be disputed by the hundreds of people behind!"
One person rolled his eyes: "80% of them are bribes with money, don't you see that even a package is worth our one-month company!"
The box with the cake lay innocently.
"I don't believe that she was living by proper means! Didn't it mean that two judges hate cakes so much that they have a shadow over the cakes! What's the matter?"
There was a loud noise all around, and some people directly blocked the road of Bai Sangyu.
They pushed her and said, "Why are you going! Don't want to leave if you don't speak clearly today!"
In front of the crowd, Bai Sangyu looked a little weak, and her face was panicked: "I didn't do anything, and there is a quota. If you don't line up, even the final quota is equivalent to giving people a hand."
"I don't think I can get in one of the five hundred elections. Just tell me, how much was the bribe!"
Bai Sangyu tried hard to calm herself down. Now they are nothing more than dissatisfaction with the reality. How can she not let them feel that they are bully, and coldly said: "Then how do you think you can get in if you choose two out of five hundred?"
"You!" The man was angry for a while: "You dare to insult my cooking skills!"
"..." Bai Sangyu just wanted to go out now.
With a "squeak", the flag-lifter yelled: "Quiet!" Suddenly even the sound of sunlight climbing can be heard. Everyone looked towards the entrance and saw the three judges walk out together.
The one in the middle was named Zhuge Chen, about fifty years old. He was a disciple brought out by Mr. Liang, the highest authority in the culinary world. He was also the second of his most proud disciples. It could also be said to be one of them, because the other one was said to have ran away.
The woman on the right is called Leng Huaping, a sister in the food world, who can be used as a vase, but she prefers to speak with her strength. People give it the nickname "tip of tongue", soft, sensitive and sexy.
The man on the left is Yin Ming, the head chef of the Milan restaurant, and his lover at the end of the Tang Dynasty.
Zhuge Chen whispered in the ear of the flag-bearer, and the flag-bearer quickly removed the large lotus flower on the judges' table. It felt slightly cool, and it should have used ice cubes to cool down.
The large red lotus seems to be the box itself. There are also patterns on each lotus leaf. The packaging itself can be called art.
Before the flag-bearer had finished the observation, he had already arrived in front of everyone. He had to hand the things into Zhuge Chen's hands.
Zhuge Chen said: "My master loves lotus, I intended to leave this wonderful decoration, it seems to be impossible."
"You also said that you actually buckled a little girl's handmade products." Huaping complained in a low voice.
"It's not that you can't grab me!" Zhuge Chen looked triumphant.
Yin Ming really couldn't understand the irregularities of these two people, so he looked away.
Zhuge Chen cleared his throat and said, "If you are uncomfortable, you can come forward and taste it! A small piece is enough for one person." Then he remembered that this cake is Sangyu's, so he filled in: "Bai Sangyu, do you agree? ?"
Bai Sangyu originally thought this was a good way, and the elders took the initiative to point to herself, turned around and said, "It's all up to you."
Everyone saw that Zhuge Chen was speaking for Bai Sangyu, and was embarrassed for a while. They don't want to be angry with Zhuge Chen for a while, maybe sometime he can help them talk a little bit in front of Senior Liang.
"I don't believe it, what good things can she make with a little girl in her twenties!" A thin, tall man in her thirties took up his sleeves and walked over, taking a fork from the side. Dug a little at the bottom of the cake.
Smelling the delicate fragrance of watermelon, I entered my mouth, and the silky cream was added. What is this? He couldn't eat it! The man stared at the white mulberry with complicated eyes. He couldn't figure it out for a while, so he had to say, "Is there any special ingredients in it?"
Bai Sangyu smiled and said, "No, they are all common, such as watermelon, mulberry, cherry, and other fruits."
A lot of people were surrounded for a while. This cake looked like a simple three-layered cake, but it looked a little strange. The two fan shapes were symmetrical, and the decoration did not see so many fruits. Why are there still fruits waiting
"Hey, this ice cube has the taste of watermelon!"
"Isn't it? I often, tut, I said how reddish water flows in the middle of the lotus."
"Clothes, this is obviously blue, but it smells like mulberries. How can this be done!"
"..."
Zhuge Chen looked at the packaging box he was about to take away and was bitten by someone, distressedly distressed. He discovered at the beginning that the packaging box and the cake were one part, so they broke it down one bite at a time.
He also had to pretend to be generous: "Now those who have no objection to the result will go back and line up!"
After the crowd listened, more than half of them shook their heads. As expected, their cooking skills were not at home. Now I'm still ashamed here, I thought I could become famous in one battle, but I dreamed too much.
Zhuge Chen looked at the remaining Bai Lai people and felt that he had done something wrong for a while. Master allows himself to promote newcomers, not to discourage them, let alone discourage oneself. But the game has to continue.
Bai Sangyu looked at the piece of cake that had been taken out and eaten, and thought: Why didn't he put it together piece by piece, otherwise it wouldn't be what it is now.
She felt that this was an inspiration. There seems to be a model for the final work.
"Jin Xiao, I'm in the rematch!" Bai Sangyu smiled at Jin Xiao who was looking down at the file.
He raised his head, his eyes are doting, his voice is low and magnetic: "Then I will give you a gift."
But when he mentioned gifts, Bai Sangyu thought of the retro box. The girl didn't know if she had any contact with Jin Xiao. She said: "No, it's not a big deal."
"Yeah." Tang Jinxiao checked the time, packed up the files, and said, "Let's go home!"
Bai Sangyu is already familiar with the way the company leaves home. Although time is precious, you still need to use what you should use, saying, "Or, let's go back."
Tang Jinxiao's cold eyes lit up and said, "Yeah."
The moonlight shone on the road, crossing a layer of silver, adding a haze. There were no pedestrians in the cold streets, only Tang Jinxiao's figure holding Bai Sangyu grew longer and longer.
Bai Sangyu hugged Jin Xiao. When so many people targeted him, only the person next to him stayed with him, but he had to leave first. Her eyes were a little moist, and she said, "Jin Xiao, if one day I leave first, what will you do?"