The white flour buns that were just out of the pot and were still hot and hot, exuded the original aroma of flour.

The steamed bun is white in color and round in shape. You can feel a sense of elasticity when you pinch it in your hands.

If you have the color and fragrance, you just don’t know how it tastes.

Guo Yuxiang thought to himself.

There are not many places to pick the appearance of this steamed bun, and for these young pastry chefs, those places are suspected of picking the bones in eggs.

It is already amazing to be able to achieve this level of color and fragrance.

After observing this, Guo Yuxiang couldn't help but look forward to this smell.

With the fragrance, Guo Yuxiang could tell that the taste should not be bad, and of course he had to taste it before he knew it.

Guo Yuxiang took a bite, chewed it carefully, and tasted it slowly.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, the smell was a little beyond his expectations.

One bite, one bite after another.

Under Zhang Lan's surprised gaze, Guo Yuxiang ate the whole white steamed bun.

You know, these old men have been making pastries for life, and they have very good taste. They can only taste a small bite of the pastries for ordinary pastries.

Especially when I come here to serve as a judge, I won’t eat too much at once. How can I taste other people’s things when I’m full?

Even if you encounter something that is not bad, you will just try it out easily.

Zhang Lan’s Sixi Steamed Dumplings were only tasted a little at all four corners.

But now, Guo Yuxiang has actually eaten the whole steamed bun, so why doesn’t this shock Zhang Lan?

In fact, it was not only her, but those who followed this place were a little surprised.

Among the people around Zhou Yongqing, one of them said: "Suddenly some people wanted to taste what this white flour steamed bun tasted."

As soon as these words were said, they received the approval of others around them, and they wanted to taste them. Even Zhou Yongqing was no exception.

Of course, this situation is not unique, it is just a rare one, and it has not happened before. Without exception, the pastries that can be eaten by the judges are all very delicious.

Therefore, although those who followed this place were surprised, they did not cause much trouble.

After eating, Guo Yuxiang was still unsatisfied. He looked at the remaining steamed buns on the plate and wanted to eat them again. Finally, considering the subsequent review, he did not eat them again.

"The steamed buns are delicious, I'll finish them if I accidentally eat them." Guo Yuxiang said with a smile.

Zhang Lan, who was standing next to her, was shocked.

At the same time, Zhang Lan also realized that it seemed that this person who made white flour steamed buns was not disrespectful to him. She was a little curious about the taste of the steamed buns, but it was a competition and it was hard for her to taste.

The next time was supposed to be the time to comment, but Guo Yuxiang was silent and did not comment. He didn't know how to say that if this steamed bun was at the level of this competition, it would be excellent enough.

After a long time, Guo Yuxiang smiled kindly and said, "Young man, what's your name?"

"Gao Dian."

"The name is very good." Guo Yuxiang praised with a smile, "Your steamed bun is very good. Although it is still a bit deficient, if you say those shortcomings, it will seem like you are picky about the eggs. So, I won't say that at your age, it is surprising that you can make such steamed buns. I also hope that you will continue to work hard in the future."

When Gao Dian heard this, he said, "This is not possible. If you don't mention the shortcomings, how can I improve it?"

After watching the game in the past two days, Gao Dian also understood that being commented on this game was one of the biggest gains. These big guys were able to point out the shortcomings of pastry, which is very important for a pastry chef.

Sometimes you know that it is not good enough, but you don’t know where it is not good enough, and you can’t find the problem, so there is naturally no way to talk about progress.

Not everyone has a master or master. Even if there are, different masters can see different problems, and comments are also important.

"Mr. Guo, just say that the steamed buns are not well-made enough in those places," said Gao Dian.

When Guo Yuxiang heard this, he pondered that some things were not accepted by Gao Dian at this age, and the words he said were not very good.

After thinking for a while, putting aside those advanced things, Guo Yuxiang said a few shortcomings like a nitpicking. These shortcomings sounded a bit difficult to Zhang Lan. Who would be so harsh to normal people?

Just as Zhang Lan was about to say something, she saw Gao Dian listening carefully. She immediately gave up what she wanted to say.

Gao Dian wrote down all these, which was the direction of his efforts to make progress in the future.

"Thank you Mr. Guo, I understand." Gao Dian said.

Gao Dian agrees with the shortcomings that Guo Yuxiang said. After all, his plug-in also reminds of those shortcomings. It is just that it is too difficult to do it. Gao Dian is still working hard.

Guo Yuxiang nodded with a smile. In fact, he could not do what he said just now, and there were only a handful of them in the entire pastry industry.

The final score is no surprise, it is higher.

Zhang Lan was a little disappointed, and then felt relieved again.

She is not the most powerful person, and she is much better than her here, just one more Gao Dian. It’s not that she has experienced failure or something.

She was a little curious about Gao Dian, as if she suddenly appeared. She had never heard of it before, but she was very strong.

When leaving the field with Gao Dian, Zhang Lan said: "You don't have to worry about what Mr. Guo said just now."

In fact, Zhang Lan wanted to say that these things were too difficult for ordinary people to do, but considering that it was Mr. Guo who said it, Zhang Lan did not say these words.

Gao Dian said: "I think what I said is quite right."

Zhang Lan stroked her forehead with her hand, and it was over and she had been fooled.

"Okay." Zhang Lan said, waved her hand and left.

When the two left the competition venue, the person next to Zhou Yongqing asked in a low voice: "Brother Zhou, what is the origin of this Gao Dian?"

At this time, they had already understood why Zhou Yongqing attached so much importance to Gaodian.

Being able to defeat Zhang Lan and being able to make the judges "accidentally" finish eating such a big steamed bun, this is enough to show many problems.

They are not stupid either. They have believed it before because they have never seen Gao Dian at all, nor have they heard legends about Gao Dian in the circle. It seems that they suddenly appeared, how could they believe it at once?

Half-belief and half-belief and half-belief and half-belief and half-belief because Zhou Yongqing said it. If others said it, they would not believe a word.

Now that I saw Gao Dian's strength, I was all curious and wanted to know what the origin of Gao Dian was.

Zhou Yongqing shook her head and said, "I don't know either, I met it by chance before."

"accidental?"

Everyone doesn’t believe in accidents, perhaps because Zhou Yongqing doesn’t want to say it, and they don’t force it, but they just keep Gao Dian in their hearts.

Li Dongyang watched Gao Dian leave. He was not surprised by Gao Dian's victory, and even took it for granted.

This is his lifelong enemy. The two of them will inevitably meet in the finals. How could they fail in front of you?

Others don’t know about Li Dongyang’s idea of ​​Zhonger 2.

Gao Dian walked to the audience and sat down, constantly recalling the game just now.

This is the first time he has seen Sixi steamed dumplings, which is completely different from the dumplings he knows. The four ingredients and four colors make the appearance look very delicate.

It’s a pity that I didn’t taste it, and I don’t know what it tastes, which makes Gao Dian feel a pity.

If you have the chance in the future, you must try these Sixi steamed dumplings.

Gao Dian made up his mind.

Gao Dian sat in the audience and watched the other people's game. Time flew quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the day passed.

Today he also saw many pastries that he had never seen before, and many powerful young pastries.

When I took a bus back, I passed by Wei Qiaoyi's dessert shop, I finally saw the door open.
Chapter completed!