Gao Dian looked at the kitchen with a little worried look, not only for Wei Qiaoyi, but also for himself.

Can the two of them convince the public?

Gao Dian is not clear about this, but Wei Qiaoyi must be confident in the future. What about herself? What should I do?

Thinking of this, Gao Dian was in the mood to chat with Yu Dong beside him.

After a long time, there was news from the kitchen, and many people were pushing out the dining cart.

On the plate on the dining car, there are exquisite buns, which look a bit like small buns, but they feel different.

Wang Zhaohua glanced at the bun and showed a smile in his eyes.

"This is Mr. Wei's Jiumiao bun."

At this time, someone exclaimed from the side.

"It's true. I haven't seen this pasta for a long time. I don't know how much true chef Xiao Wei learned." Another person said with a smile.

Wang Zhaohua looked at the pasta and sighed silently in his heart. This pasta is one of his master's best pasta and is an original pasta.

The so-called Jiumiao bun refers to the use of nine kinds of fillings, each of which is carefully made.

Of course, the difficulty in making this pasta is not that nine kinds of fillings are used. The most important thing is that these nine kinds of fillings can be independent but also influence each other.

The method is to use a special technique to make nine cavitys and stuff a filling into each cavity.

This is somewhat like the method of making Sixi steamed dumplings. Compared with Sixi steamed dumplings, it is much more difficult.

Jiumiao buns are very small and exquisite, smaller than ordinary buns, and slightly larger than Xiaolong dumplings.

In such a small space, nine cavity types are made, stuffed in the filling, keeping the bun skin unbreakable and not affecting the appearance, which requires great patience and meticulous craftsmanship.

Jiumiao Baozi seems small and exquisite, but it has a world of mind that most people can't learn.

Wang Zhaohua didn't learn this pasta, and he could barely do it, but the effect of it was not satisfactory.

Everyone said it was right. Jiumiao Baozi hadn't seen it for a long time. Since his teacher retired due to physical reasons, Jiumiao Baozi has rarely appeared.

Wang Zhaohua was a little far apart. He squinted his eyes and looked at the Jiumiao bun carefully. Wang Zhaohua nodded secretly. Judging from his appearance, it should be very successful.

Gao Dian didn't know what Jiumiao Baozi was, but Yu Dong beside him exclaimed in surprise.

It was the first time Gao Dian learned about the name of Jiumiao Baozi, and he couldn't help but ask: "What is the saying of this Baozi?"

Yu Dong glanced at Gao Dian and asked, "Aren't you together? Don't you know these Jiumiao buns?"

Gao Dian shook his head. He had been in the industry for too short, and many things were not clear. A lot of his knowledge was seen from the Internet.

And these Jiumiao Baozi are obviously no longer on the Internet.

Yu Dong hesitated for a while and explained: "These Jiumiao buns can be seen from the name of the name. There are nine mysteries. A bun is wrapped in nine different fillings. Every time you take a bite or bite from a different place, you can taste a different taste of me."

Upon hearing this, Gao Dian felt a little clear, but he didn't care. It was just nine kinds of stuffings, so what's worth making a fuss about?

Yu Dong continued to explain: "These Jiumiao buns are difficult to make, and I heard that people use nine kinds of fillings, not nine kinds of ingredients. A single filling may require several kinds of ingredients. If you calculate this way, the ingredients you need are amazing."

Gao Dian listened aside, and he was a little surprised now.

Yu Dong tsk twice, then remained silent again.

Wei Qiaoyi made a lot of Jiumiao buns, which can be tasted by all the contestants, and even the judges can also share them.

It can be said that everyone was invited to taste it.

"Please try it, everyone." Wei Qiaoyi said.

Jiumiao buns are not famous. Because of the difficulty of making, they are basically not found on the market. They are not particularly old, so it is normal to not know that Jiumiao buns are.

Just like Yu Dong beside Gao Dian, he learned by chance that he had eaten it.

At this moment, he got what he wanted. He wanted to eat when he was young, but he couldn't afford it.

The bun was delivered, Gao Dian looked at the Jiumiao bun in front of him, picked it up with his hands, and took a bite.

This was a very wonderful taste. He tasted several flavors in his mouth. At first, it was clearly divided and slowly merged together. The wonderful taste spread and jumped on the tip of his tongue.

Then he ate all his second bite, and the taste was different from the moment. It was the same wonderful, but it tasted differently.

It is difficult to accurately describe the taste in words. Because there are multiple fillings, the texture and taste are extremely rich.

And each bite has different tastes, but it is equally delicious.

Sure enough, it was still the one Wei Qiaoyi, and the pastry tasted so wonderful.

Gao Dian sighed silently in his heart. He was already trying hard to catch up, thinking that he could catch up with Wei Qiaoyi's cooking skills, but now it seems that he has not yet caught up.

No matter from that perspective, there is no pastry made by Gaodian that can match. This is not only a matter of recipe, but also a matter of cooking skills.

The more complex the pasta, the more superb the corresponding cooking skills. Without superb cooking skills, it is almost impossible to make complex pasta.

Gaodian had reached the middle level of first-level noodle chef before. After this period of hard work, Gaodian went further.

He is not able to understand his level very well, but he thinks it shouldn't be too far from the upstream level.

Wei Qiaoyi's cooking skills are higher than him, which means that Wei Qiaoyi's cooking skills are guaranteed to be at the top level of first-class pastry chefs.

He was a little surprised. The more he understood, the more he could understand Wei Qiaoyi's power.

What was more surprised than him was Yu Dong and the contestants on the field.

After Yu Dong tasted it, he was shocked, but his face did not change much. He was still in his fifties, so he still had this kind of scheming.

He felt stormy in his heart, but the wind and clouds were light on the surface.

I only know that these Jiumiao buns are delicious, but I didn’t expect that this young chef Wei had reached this level!

He knew Wei Qiaoyi's reputation a few years ago. At that time, Wei Qiaoyi was much more famous than now. The youngest first-class pastry chef was not just a casual talk.

Later, Wei Qiaoyi, who broke through the first-level pastry chef, suddenly disappeared for some reason and basically did not show up.

It was only recently that Wei Qiaoyi's name was mentioned again because of that game.

Sometimes Yu Dong was thinking that such a dazzling genius would disappear if he said he would disappear. There must be some reason behind this. Maybe it was because after entering the first-level pastry master, all the talents disappeared.

But today, Yu Dong realized that he was wrong after tasting the Jiumiao buns she made.

This is not difficult to make progress, the speed of this progress is simply terrifying.

At this time, Wei Qiaoyi showed a higher level of cooking than him.

You should know that Yu Dong is at the upper level among first-level pastry masters. Just talking about the first-level pastry master, there are not many who are higher than him.

Looking at Wei Qiaoyi's age, Yu Dong sighed in his heart.

He only felt that he had lived to be a dog for years, and at the same time, he inevitably felt a heroic feeling.

During the field, after tasting many contestants, some of them had an intoxicating expression, while others had a look of water.

They... were all shocked, and their cooking skills were better than them.

Wei Qiaoyi looked at everyone and said with a crisp voice: "How? Am I qualified to be the judge?"

Wei Qiaoyi's voice was clear, like a wind chime collision, pleasant and pleasant. However, the few people present seemed a little harsh in the ears.

Qualified?

If Wei Qiaoyi is not qualified, then there will be very few qualified people.

The pastry chef who just stood up to question Gao Dian and Wei Qiaoyi said at this time: "Chef Wei, you are naturally qualified."

This man is much older than Wei Qiaoyi, but his attitude of speaking is very respectful, which is completely different from his previous questioning.

The others also lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at Wei Qiaoyi.

At this time, Wei Qiaoyi, who was standing in the middle, exuded a strong light and aura.

She used a dough stick very strongly to conquer everyone and oppose her? No one dared to object now.

"Since you are qualified, then the competition will start, and it has been delayed a lot of time." Wei Qiaoyi said coldly.

At this time, she was like an iceberg beauty, exuding a cold temperament.

"Wait! Chef Wei, you are qualified to be a judge, but... that Chef Gao has not proved himself yet." The man said gritting his teeth.

Wei Qiaoyi's eyes fell on him and said, "I guarantee him that he is absolutely qualified. Is this OK?"

When Wei Qiaoyi said this, Wang Zhaohua's face changed. He wanted to speak out to stop him, but Wei Qiaoyi had already said it and could not stop him.

She guarantees it? What kind of guarantee is to use? Of course, she guarantees it with her own reputation.

Reputation seems to be of little use, but once it is lost, you will know its importance.

When Wei Qiaoyi said something, it actually means that she and Gao Dian were completely tied to the same rope.

And for Wei Qiaoyi, this is a very dangerous thing.

If Gao Dian does not reach the level of Wei Qiaoyi's guarantee, then Wei Qiaoyi will lose all her reputation. At that time, it may be difficult for her to survive in the chef industry, and may even become a laughing stock.

In contrast, embarrassment is nothing.

Wang Zhaohua regretted it a little.

If he had known Wei Qiaoyi would say this, he would not have let the two of them serve as referees.
To be continued...