The whole studio was shocked.
Jian Shutong's pupils suddenly tightened, and she stiffly turned her head to look at Wei Ran, unable to believe her ears.
"Master?" she repeated softly in disbelief.
Shi Qing'an's lips parted slightly. He sat stiffly on the Qingluan chair, feeling as if his whole body had turned to stone. "Wei... Teacher Wei Ran just said that the goddess is his master?"
"Master, Master, Master." Wei Ran's voice came out, and he happily repeated the title three times.
He stood up and ran to Shi Qinglan's side, his eyes as clear as a spring shining with light. The young man raised his clear face and looked at her expectantly with his eyes flashing.
He gently grabbed the corner of her clothes with his little hands, and carefully pulled it tentatively, "Master... it's you, right?"
Bo Yucheng's narrow eyes narrowed, and his eyes as black as paint shone with cold light. He stared closely at the young man's hand grabbing the girl's clothes. The jealousy deep in his heart was instantly overturned.
Shi Qinglan noticed a hint of coldness...
She took a step to the side without leaving a trace. Wei Ran's hand holding the hem of her clothes immediately let go. The young man lowered his eyes and looked at the empty fingers. His slightly drooped eyes seemed a little lonely.
"Did I admit that I was wrong?" He bit his cherry blossom-like lips, as lost as a little boy who had been abandoned.
The other staff in the studio also looked at her with bated breath, their hearts almost beating out of their chests as they waited for her answer!
Shi Qinglan pursed her red lips slightly, and there was a little sparkle in her delicate eyes. She held an empty fist to her lips slightly uncomfortably, looked away and said, "That..."
"You can't deny it!" Wei Ran suddenly raised his eyes, "I definitely didn't admit my mistake! You are my master!"
Shi Qinglan was speechless for a moment, but she actually didn't want to deny it.
But the boy's white and tender cheeks were slightly bulging, and his wide, clear eyes were full of seriousness, "I can taste it!"
"Try... is it okay after you taste it?" Shi Qing'an was still in a daze, her delicate eyes a little hollow.
Jian Shutong frowned slightly and couldn't help but said, "Teacher Wei Ran, maybe you admitted your mistake? Miss Qingyue is the queen of the singing world and a big star who has no fingers in the spring water. How could she be teaching you cooking?" The master of art..."
"Besides, she is wearing a mask to cover her appearance. It is normal if she is mistaken. But Teacher Wei Ran should have seen your master's appearance, right? Why not ask Miss Qingyue to take off the mask and have a look?"
Nan Xiyue immediately exploded, "Damn it (‵o′)!"
She glanced at Jian Shutong with great displeasure, rolled up her sleeves and wanted to hit someone, "This sister, believe it or not, I will pull her head off and cook it in butter hot pot in just a few minutes!"
"Calm down... Calm down." The director immediately stood up and stopped her, with cold sweat covering his forehead.
He really didn't expect Jian Shutong to be able to create these moths.
Qingyue refused to reveal her face no matter what announcement she made. Her mask was her characteristic, and it was also her last protective umbrella. This was something that everyone in the entire entertainment industry knew very well.
Very few people dare to touch Qingyue's bottom line...
"Even if Master wears a mask, I will never admit it."
Wei Ran frowned slightly. He lowered his eyes and clasped his fingers and began to analyze the reason, "When my master makes lotus cakes, she especially likes to add lotus petals to the lotus antler filling. Moreover, she is accustomed to using celadon plates and likes to decorate them with lotus leaves! All of them are correct. It’s on!”
Hearing this, Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes and looked at the plate of lotus cake in his hand.
Shi Qing'an immediately turned his head and saw that the peach blossom cake with clear pastry layer was served on a celadon plate and decorated with lotus leaves. As for the filling, he couldn't taste it...
"Maybe this is a coincidence." Jian Shutong chuckled, "State banquets pay attention to excellence. People like me have to work hard for many years to realize this. Miss Qingyue is in the entertainment industry every day..."
"He didn't admit his mistake." Shi Qinglan suddenly opened her red lips.
Jian Shutong was analyzing slowly, not wanting Qingyue to steal her limelight, but she didn't expect that the other party suddenly said such a sentence, which made her blink in confusion.
Her tongue was almost tied, "W-what?"
Shi Qinglan's slightly raised eyes were enchanting. She raised her chin slightly and looked at Jian Shutong, her red lips raised, "Wei Ran is right."
Hearing this, Wei Ran's eyes instantly lit up with stars.
He raised his clear cheeks and looked at the girl, her sweet dimples sunk into her fair cheeks, "It's really Master!"
He knew that his intuition must be right!
The master taught her how to make state banquet pastries for several years, and almost handed over all his exclusive recipes to him, so he naturally knew her master's habits when making pastries.
Even without this celadon plate and lotus leaf...
He can also taste it, this is the taste of Master!
"Be good." Shi Qinglan's red lips curved slightly, and her eyes looked at the boy with a smile. She was about to raise her hand to rub his head as usual, but suddenly felt a cold gaze falling on him.
The girl's hand froze in mid-air. She raised her eyes and saw Bo Yucheng squinting at her, so she immediately retracted her hand.
"So... So Miss Qingyue is really Teacher Wei Ran's master? The rumored famous state banquet chef?" The director looked at Shi Qinglan in shock.
Wei Ran raised his lips lightly and raised his face proudly, "Yes, this is something that the entire chef circle has long recognized. Only my master is worthy of the title of China's number one state banquet chef!"
Hearing this, the program staff opened their eyes in shock.
They looked at Qingyue stiffly. She was dressed in crimson Hanfu, which was extremely elegant. Sheng Xue's skin was even more delicate. Her brows and eyes were full of charming youth, and her every frown and smile were charming and infatuated...
This is the queen who shines brightly in the music world!
Nowadays, Wei Ran, the famous state banquet pastry chef in China, actually says that she is the number one state banquet chef in China and his master!
"Then Jian Shutong, China's number one state banquet chef..." The director cast his eyes at her doubtfully.
Hearing this, Jian Shutong was a little ashamed.
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails almost digging into her palms, and her breathing became a little faster due to nervousness, "Actually, I... those are all nonsense from fans."
Jian Shutong raised an awkward and stiff smile.
She put all the blame on her fans and refused to admit that this was a marketing ploy to create her own personality.
"Fans are talking nonsense?" The director frowned tightly, "But when the program team invited you as China's number one state banquet chef, Miss Jian did not seem to deny such an identity. Miss Jian should know that the program team invited you to Because of this identity!”
The director looked at Jian Shutong solemnly, and his tone contained a hint of accusation after learning that he had been deceived.
(End of chapter)