Over there, Yang Yu, who had been arguing with his senior brother and sister for a long time and cut the duck into three, looked back and saw that he was slumped in Milo's arms, turning into a bear cake. He closed his eyes, enjoying the touch, and opened his mouth wide to wait. Po, who was being fed, was completely stunned.
She looked again at the iron pot that had been thrown aside by Po, which was his favorite before, and at the loose chef's uniform, and felt dizzy.
Milo, who noticed the other person's gaze, stopped his movements in a somewhat embarrassed manner. Abao, who had been waiting for a long time with his mouth wide open, opened his eyes and saw Milo making a strange sound.
But Milo still didn't respond. Abao couldn't help but follow Milo's gaze and saw Yang Yu holding a kitchen knife in his hand, looking at him with a kind face. Abao couldn't help but recall Yang Yu's expression when he found out that he had eaten the food before he became Yang Yu's companion.
The whole bear suddenly jumped up, carried the iron pot on its back, and returned to Yang Yu. It stared at Yang Yu pitifully with its eyes wide open.
Inhaling, exhaling, inhaling, exhaling, and finally taking another deep breath, Yang Yu kept her easy-going expression, weighed Abao's weight, walked to Milo, and said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, Ah Bao loves to eat and doesn’t know when enough is enough.”
"It doesn't matter."
Milo shook his head with a smile, took out the Baihua Cake and asked, "Do you want to try it? This is one of my senior brothers' best dishes. It is said that I learned it from Wuwei and a senior chef."
"Hundred Flower Cake?" Ding Wuli and Zhu Qi couldn't help but poke their heads over when they heard about the tasting. They took a look at the pastries and were stunned.
Yang Yu was also a little surprised. She naturally understood her companion treasure.
From her observations during this period, although Po's requirements for food are very low, the worse the quality and the more mechanically prepared food, the greater the amount he consumes.
On the contrary, it is the food that contains the heart and is purely handmade. The intake is very small and it is easy to be full.
According to her observation, Abao should be eating his thoughts in food.
In terms of cooking, it means that the cooking heart, cooking spirit, and cooking spirit are first-class.
In fairy terms, Abao’s food is actually the chef himself and the food, as well as the corresponding culture, which resonate with each other and even conform to the thoughts and wishes of certain humanistic principles.
Logically speaking, the most suitable food for Po to eat is the food carefully prepared by the culinary monks, including the results of their obsession with cooking.
As a major category of southern pastry cuisine, Baihua cake has long tended to be a standard style after years of changes. It is a type that is not easy to make but tastes good, but it is also difficult to make it stand out.
Yang Yu recalled the changes brought about by Milo's food making in the past, then picked up a piece of Baihua cake and put it into his mouth.
Just like in the past, Milo's skill in making Baihua Cake has reached its peak, but the flavor inside is still a bit lacking.
"No! This smell..."
Zhu Qi and Ding Wuli, who also ate Baihua Cake, changed their expressions at the same time.
Ding Wuli stretched out his hand to hold his cheek and whispered: "Puffy, soft, sweet and fragrant, the fragrance of flowers lingers in the mouth and tongue. This is the expression of the master's craftsmanship in making Baihua Cake. And it is like flowers blooming, layer after layer. The layers of petals open, bringing one layer after another of flavors and stirrings. There are some traces of Wuweihe's unique craftsmanship, but there are changes. But what is this smell? Why can I feel the flowers blooming in it? The artistic conception, this is obviously not the work of a cooking monk..."
Ding Wuli's eyes became blurred. She felt that she was not in Taiyue Mountain now, but in the legendary Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. Flowers were blooming all around, and countless grass and tree elves jumped out from them, surrounding her and taking her to roam around. Between mountains and fields.
"Wait a minute, that's not right..."
Ding Wuli is the true successor of Baiweilou after all. Although the batch of Baihua cakes made by Miluo were specially made to entertain many monks, they contain his new insights during this period.
But in terms of cooking skills, he was still far behind Ding Wuli.
Ding Wuli noticed some information hidden behind the Baihua Cake. She picked up another piece of Baihua Cake and put it into her mouth. Flames lit up all around, trying to destroy the artistic conception of Baihua contained in the Baihua Cake.
Zhu Qi and Yang Yu on the side looked at this true successor from Wanmin Hall with some strangeness.
Milo smiled and said: "As expected of Wanmintang, can you taste the methods I used in Baihua Cake so quickly?"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Qi and Yang Yu also looked at Ding Wuli, and saw the shadows of various flowers gradually emerging from the flames around her, but these shadows quickly disappeared into the stove fire, turning into bits of dust and falling. On the ground, it turned into a vast expanse of land.
"This is……"
Yang Yu's eyes widened, and Milo explained: "I am not a cooking monk, so I don't have as high requirements for making Baihua Cake as you do. The flavor of many flowers comes from dried flowers. These petals , without special treatment, the vitality and the spirit of the flowers contained within would have long since dissipated. In the past, I integrated my own understanding of the flowers into it in a way similar to copying scriptures. But now..."
"Now, you choose to use the artistic conception of flowers as an introduction. In fact, you are guiding the breath of the earth contained in the grains to carry the atmosphere of flowers, thereby guiding the artistic conception contained in various flowers to grow naturally. This method can be said to be natural, It is not inferior to the production of ordinary cooking monks, no wonder Junior Sister Yang Yu likes you so much and wants to drag you into the Baiwei Building."
Ding Wuli's last words made both Milo and Yang Yu feel a little embarrassed.
Zhu Qi tasted two more pieces of Baihua cake before he noticed Milo's technique. When he looked at Milo, his eyes couldn't help but sparkle, and he couldn't help but take a step forward.
But soon, Zhu Qi recalled that Milo was the true successor of Miaoyou Sect. After thinking for a while, he said, "Miluo, are you interested in participating in Baiweilou's immortal eating competition every sixty years?"
"Eating Immortal Competition?"
Milo looked at Yang Yu curiously, and Yang Yu explained: "This is another Baiweilou method of recruiting disciples, but having said that, this time the Immortal Eating Competition seems to be due to Liu Guan's suggestion, and Jin Hong, who is offering sacrifices to the emperor, Held together with the festival, I’m afraid there will be many hidden celebrity chefs participating, so it should be very lively.”
When Milo heard this, he couldn't help but shook his head and said: "I am a disciple of the Miaoyou Sect. Let's forget about this grand cooking event."
“You and I can team up, and I’ll be responsible for finding ingredients and making cold cuts, while you can make pastries and hot meals.”
Zhu Qi hurriedly explained, but Yang Yu immediately retorted: "Zhu Qi, Milo wants to join the team with me, why are you getting involved?"
Seeing Zhu Qi and Yang Yu facing each other, Milo couldn't help but take two steps back, came to Ding Wuli's side, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with them?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm fighting for you."
Ding Wuli smiled and spoke, Milo smiled bitterly and said: "Of course I can see this, but why is this? Although my method is a bit strange, compared to the methods you wait for the chef, it can only be called Why don’t you follow the trend?”
"You don't need to belittle yourself. Although your cooking techniques are not exquisite for those senior chefs, they are of great reference value and reference for those of us monks who are still exploring the early stages of cooking."
Having said this, Ding Wuli couldn't help but licked the corner of her mouth, as if she was reminiscing about the taste of the Baihua cake. She looked at Milo and continued: "The most important thing is that your talent is obviously not that great. With you, we can interact with each other." If you discuss it, you might be able to create some amazing dishes. This is something that no one can refuse. So, if you want to participate, can you form a team with me?"
As soon as Ding Wuli said his last words, Yang Yu and Zhu Qi looked over at the same time, so frightened that Milo hurriedly separated two steps away from her.
Po who was next to him took the opportunity to run to the side and ate all the hundred flower cakes that Milo had placed there.
Yang Yu, who noticed this, couldn't help shouting: "A Bao!"
"嘤嘤嘤..."
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