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"Let's try it first. " Song Ming didn't feel like arguing with Zhou Shijie about this. Instead, he shifted his attention to the Begonia crisp in his hand.

This Begonia crisp was, in fact, a classic dessert in su-style pastry as Song Ming said. It was crispy on the outside and wrapped in Lotus-flavored stuffing.

At first glance, the piece in Song Ming's hand looked like a real Begonia flower. The red flower was charming and charming. The flower was like a brocade. When it hung on the branch, the crystal green leaves reflected the flower, making it look fresh, graceful and playful. If it wasn't for the slight sensitivity to pastries, Song Ming would have been fooled.

Even though he was holding it in his hand, Song Ming felt that this Begonia crisp was too real, not like a crisp but like a flower.

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

"Oh, it smells good." Song Ming couldn't help but blurt out a word, then he closed his mouth and began to slowly savor it.

Although the Begonia desserts were fried with medium-temperature oil, it didn't taste like the oil when it entered his mouth. Instead, it smelled like flowers. The crust melted in his warm mouth, and the wheat flavor of the dough followed the fragrance into his throat.

"Cha Cha" this was the sound of the outer layer of the crispy skin being chewed.

Along with the chewing of the soft filling of the Begonia desserts, the Lotus seed pulp made by Yuan Zhou wasn't as greasy as the others. Instead, it carried the fresh and sweet taste of the Lotus seed.

The light sweetness, the crispness of the outer layer, the fragrance of begonia flowers, and finally a trace of oil fragrance entered his mouth and he ate it in an instant.

"It's too small," Song Ming couldn't help but smacked his lips, reminiscing the taste just now.

Indeed, this Begonia crisp was very delicious, but it was too small. Let alone one in one bite, even two in one bite wouldn't be enough.

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

Then, everyone saw such an interesting scene.

It was a group of chefs and desserts Masters who were usually superior in cooking and pastry making. They touched this and that in the forest, and some people even tried the green leaves when no one was paying attention.

However, some people did find that some dark green leaves were edible. They were the leaf pastry made by Yuan Zhou, which was also made in the SU-style pastry cooking method.

It was a thin leaf, and the veins inside were poked out with red bean paste. It tasted fresh and had a light sweetness. It was not bad.

"Boss Yuan's cooking is so realistic." The photographer couldn't help but look at the camera and then out of the camera, but he still couldn't tell the difference between the pastries and the plants.

"Indeed. It's fine if it's realistic, but look at the expressions of the people who ate the pastries. I think it should be extremely delicious." The other photographer couldn't help but secretly swallow his saliva and then said.

"You guys are still too young. This is nothing. These pastries have no taste." Another tall photographer said with an enigmatic expression.

"What's wrong with it smelling?" Another photographer asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that you can't keep your mouth shut. " The tall photographer said in a deep voice.

The tall photographer didn't wait for anyone to ask and continued,""Because I'm experienced. It's fine to take pictures of other people, but I have to prepare an apron when I'm taking pictures of the food prepared by boss Yuan."

That's right. This tall photographer was the one who often came to take pictures of Yuan Zhou's interactions with the others. He didn't dare to speak at all when he was shooting and remained as quiet as a chicken, for fear that once he spoke, the first thing that came out would not be sound but saliva.

"You've worked hard, brother. " The other photographers patted the tall photographer's shoulder to comfort him when they saw the Masters eating with their eyes closed and enjoying the food.

"Alright, let's continue. Make it look good." The tall photographer said, as if he was pointing at something.

The remaining three cameramen immediately understood and said,""That's right, it should be like this. Let's go take some close-up shots."

"Then I'll go and film the artist. He's the one who's eating the most." The photographer who spoke first pointed at Wu Hai and said.

The remaining three people instantly looked over.

He found that Wu Hai had already destroyed all the Chinese roses on the wall. There were no intact flowers left. He didn't even let go of the grass on the ground. He picked up a big handful of them and stuffed them into his mouth.

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

"Can this grass be eaten?" The photographer couldn't help asking.

"Maybe," The few of them stammered in reply.

"I don't think he's eating well, he's just swallowing quickly." The taller photographer said.

"Indeed. I really want to secretly eat a leaf and try it." Someone swallowed his saliva.

"Remember your duty. Go." The tall photographer said with a serious face and then turned to leave.

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

"F * ck, I want a raise. This isn't welfare, it's torture." The tall photographer complained in his heart.

The photographers once again assigned the problem of how to shoot. Song Ming also found a new pastry. This time, the pastry was a Cantonese pastry he was familiar with.

The Cantonese-style pastry was also called Cantonese-style pastry. Because it was located along the coast and the port trade was developed, the Cantonese-style pastry not only had a variety of Chinese-style desserts, but it was also innovative, with bright colors and fine production techniques. It also paid attention to the matching of the skin and the filling. It could be said that the color, fragrance, taste, and spirit were all complete.

It also incorporated some western desserts and added many innovations, which was something that other desserts didn't have.

And now, in front of Song Ming was the most basic of the Cantonese-style desserts, glutinous rice and rice cake.

That's right, Song Ming was standing in front of a low Jade Orchid tree. This was a white jade Orchid that was half the height of a person, but there were already some scattered white jade Orchid flowers on it, exuding a faint fragrance of Jade Orchid.

Some of these Jade orchids were half-bloomed, and some were fully bloomed.

"Ka Cha." Song Ming reached out and picked a white jade Orchid that had yet to bloom.

The Jade Orchid in his hand was jade white in color, and its petals were delicate and beautiful like pearls. There was a faint yellow pistil inside, and a faint fragrance of Jade Orchid filled the nose.

"Qiaosi, Linglong heart," Song Ming twirled the Jade Orchid and then praised.

The Jade Orchid had five petals and was half the size of a palm. Song Ming naturally couldn't eat it in one bite, so he first bit off one of the petals.

As soon as he bit the flower petals, the fragrance of the glutinous rice could not be hidden. It had a faint sweet and glutinous texture. Although the flower petals looked very thin, they tasted glutinous and carried the fragrance of the glutinous rice itself.

"There's no filling at all, but the glutinous rice and rice cake's natural characteristics have been brought out to the extreme. It's delicious." Song Ming ate the entire flower in two or three bites.

After eating the whole flower, Song Ming found that there was a faint fragrance of Jade Orchid left in his mouth.

"The ancient people pursued elegance and ate real flowers. What I'm eating isn't a real flower, but it's better than a real flower." Song Ming said with emotion.

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