As soon as the thousand silk rice cakes were eaten, Xiao Yanyu felt as if he had bitten into a sponge, and the sponge was extremely soft layer by layer. The silk-like threads rubbed against Xiao Yanyu's white teeth and red lips, and it felt like a sponge. As if being touched by the soft breeze, her delicate body trembled slightly.
The sweet taste burst out suddenly, and the rice cake in the mouth seemed to be stretched open at once, like a broken silk thread, bouncing off continuously, slapping the back of her mouth, as if it was a slight massage, extremely comfortable, and the taste was excellent .
The sweetness envelops the taste buds, slowly infiltrates, penetrates like silk, and the speed is not fast, but it makes Xiao Yanyu feel that the whole world seems to be sweet.
A blush appeared on Xiao Yanyu's pretty face for a moment, and she felt a little self-consciously coy, she was a little unnatural, this mouthful of silk rice cakes made her feel as if the clothes on her body were like the silk rice cakes in her mouth collapse...
How embarrassing!
Xiao Xiaolong and Xiao Yanyu felt the same, but when Bu Fang glanced at him, he saw a blush appearing on this kid's face... That shy look made Bu Fang twitch the corners of his mouth, speechless .
"tasty!"
Ouyang Xiaoyi was the first to praise, she was full of joy, it was the greatest happiness to be able to eat the new dishes of the smelly boss, and the dishes were so delicious...
"Don't worry, you continue to taste, the real feeling hasn't come out yet." Bu Fang himself took a bite of the thousand silk rice cake and said.
The three of them were taken aback for a moment, is there anything different about this thousand silk rice cake
Suspicious, the three continued to take a bite. After a few mouthfuls, they gradually froze in the soft sweetness.
Bu Fang tasted the rice cakes quietly, his face looked dull, but his eyes were distant and deep...
Thousands of silk, wrapped not only with silk thread, but also with sorrow, this is the deep meaning of Bu Fang's thousand silk rice cake, this rice cake was made by Bu Fang with a punch, full of Bu Fang's heart of various emotions.
This is a hearty dish.
While Ouyang Xiaoyi was eating, her big eyes became a little moist. She didn't know why, but the tears rolled in her eye sockets in such a disappointing way, and there was an unspeakable sadness in her heart.
It feels so strange, like nostalgia and loneliness...
Xiao Yanyu and Xiao Xiaolong ate without saying a word, but the expressions on their faces showed that they were also moved by the emotions in the thousand-wrapped silk rice cake.
They ate rice cakes silently, and soon they finished eating all of them.
The taste is very good, which makes them have endless aftertaste, but the layer upon layer of emotions like waves made them unable to hold back the tears in their eyes.
"Sister... After eating this rice cake, why do I always think of my mother lying in bed for three years, and suddenly feel so sad." Xiao Xiaolong said.
Xiao Yanyu closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then opened her eyes, and said with a smile like flowers blooming after rain: "Silly brother, isn't mother awake now?"
She ate the emotions in the thousand silk, but Xiao Yanyu knew that this was not the emotion that Bu Fang wanted to express to them. Perhaps only Bu Fang could taste the real taste of the thousand silk.
"Go back and thank Auntie for me, the pastry is delicious."
After eating the thousand silk rice cakes, Xiao Yanyu and the others were about to leave, Bu Fang stood at the door and said to the three of them.
Xiao Yanyu smiled sweetly, quite surprised that Boss Bu would also thank him? It's really strange.
"Well, okay, I'll tell my mother, it's very rare to be praised by Boss Bu for my craftsmanship." Xiao Yanyu said.
Bu Fang twitched the corners of his mouth, looked at the backs of the three people who turned and left, and muttered: "Well, if the pastry is kneaded better, and the heat is better when steamed, it would be good. .”
Bu Fang's murmur was not loud, but it was so obvious in this quiet alley.
In the darkness, Xiao Yanyu's delicate body obviously staggered... Well, Boss Bu is also a polite person.
The alley became quiet again. Bu Fang looked up at the two rounds of hard-working silver plates emitting brilliance. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned back to the small shop with the door closed.
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"Host, the system rewards have been issued, please check." The system's serious and earnest words sounded.
Bu Fang, who had just wiped off the water stains in his hands, was taken aback for a moment. He was given a whole lot by Ouyang's family, and he even forgot to check the rewards from the system.
Immediately, his mind settled down, and he began to investigate his reward.
Host: Bu Fang.
Sex: Male.
Age: twenty-one.
Genuine Qi cultivation: fifth grade (has reached the state of true qi imitation, as the chef god in the fantasy world, the host can try to use real qi to simulate kitchen utensils to cook more delicious dishes, come on, boy!)
Culinary talent: one star.
Skills: Level 2 Star Swordsman (10/100), Level 1 Big Dipper Carver (30/100)
Props: Golden Keel Knife (God of Cooking Set)
MasterChef Comprehensive Score: Junior Chef (He has already lighted up his talent, and can finally research and cook independent dishes. He can handle ingredients with genuine energy, and his knife and carving skills are also complete. He has embarked on the road of MasterChef.)
System level: Five-star (The conversion rate of vitality is 70%, allowing the host to capture ingredients.)
System reward: cooking method of colorful dumplings, a fragment of Chef's suit (1/3)
After Bu Fang checked the system panel, his eyes fell on the system's upgrade rewards. He wanted to see what the dish rewards were this time.
"Colorful dumplings?" Bu Fang asked suspiciously.
He knows very well that dumplings are actually dumplings cooked in different ways, one is steamed dumplings, the other is boiled dumplings, but these colorful dumplings... Bu Fang suddenly became curious.
But he is not surprised, the dishes brought out by the system should not be able to deceive him, the so-called colorful must have its own characteristics.
Bu Fang suddenly felt impatient to go to the kitchen to cook a colorful dumpling, but after thinking about it, he gave up because tonight he had already made a rice cake with thousands of silk wrappings, which consumed a lot of energy. He was already a little tired, and his body was not in the best condition, which would affect his performance, so he chose to go back to his room to sleep.
Keeping sleeping is very important to Bu Fang, even if he is now a man who can be called the King of War.
Outside the small shop, there are still fireworks soaring into the sky above the alleys, blooming bright brilliance above the sky.
On the long street of the imperial capital, the excited cries of the children are still resounding, and the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival has become more and more intense.
Tonight, the imperial capital is extremely lively, and everyone is waiting for the arrival of the new year.
The two rounds of silver plates in the dark night sky are also getting closer and closer. When the two rounds of silver plates completely overlap, it means the beginning of a new year and the official arrival of the Spring Festival.
Bu Fang was lying on the bed, looking at the two bright moons in the sky through the window, and suddenly felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.
Finally, amidst the cheers of the people all over the Qingfeng Empire, the two rounds of bright moons completely overlapped and turned into a round of silver plates.
Round and round like a jade plate, exuding radiance.
Amidst the fireworks blooming all over the sky, the Spring Festival finally came quietly.
Bu Fang watched the two bright moons overlap, lay on the bed and let out a breath, and slowly closed his eyes.