"Let's eat it first." Song Ming didn't want to argue with Zhou Shijie about that. He shifted his attention to the Begonia Pastry in his hand.
The Begonia Pastry was, as Song Ming said, a classic Soviet-style pastry snack. It had a crispy outer layer and a lotus seed flavor inside.
The one in Song Ming's hand looked like a real begonia flower at first glance. The bright red flower was delicate and charming. The flower posture was natural and unrestrained, and the flower bloomed like a brocade. When it was hanging on the branch, the crystal green leaves set off the flower, making it appear fresh, graceful and playful. If it weren't for his sensitivity to pastries, Song Ming would have almost been deceived.
Even holding it in his hand, Song Ming still felt the Begonia Pastry was too real. It was more like a flower than a pastry.
Song Ming took a small one in his hand and looked at it carefully for a while before he stuffed it into his mouth.
"Oh, it's fragrant." Song Ming couldn't help blurting out. Then, he closed his mouth and began to savor it slowly.
Although the Begonia Pastry was a pastry fried at medium temperature, it wasn't the taste of oil that entered the mouth, but the fragrance of flowers. Then, the layer of pastry was melted by the warm mouth cavity. Only then did the wheat fragrance of the pastry rush into the throat along with the fragrance.
"Ca Ca". It was the sound of the pastry being chewed.
As he chewed, the soft inner filling of the Begonia Pastry was added. The lotus seed flavor made by Yuan Zhou wasn't as greasy as other pastries. It carried the natural sweetness of the lotus seed.
The faint sweetness and the crispness of the pastry, together with the fragrance of the begonia flower and a trace of the greasy fragrance in the mouth, were eaten up instantly.
"It's too small." Song Ming couldn't help smacking his lips and recalling the taste just now.
That was true. The Begonia Pastry was indeed very delicious, but it was too small. Not to mention one bite, even two bites wouldn't be too much.
With such a thought, Song Ming continued to look for the pastries hidden in the trees.
Then, everybody saw such an interesting scene.
That was, a group of chefs and pastry masters who were usually superior in culinary skills and pastry skills were touching this and that in the forest. Some even tasted the dark green leaves when nobody was paying attention.
However, there were people who found that some of the green leaves were edible. They were the leaf pastries made by Yuan Zhou, which were also made in the style of the Soviet Union.
It was a thin leaf, and the veins inside were dotted with red bean paste. It tasted fresh and had a faint sweetness. It was very good.
"This Boss Yuan's work is too realistic." The cameraman on the side couldn't help but look at the camera lens and the outside, but he still couldn't tell the difference between the pastries and the plants.
"Indeed. It's fine if it's lifelike, but look at the expressions of those who ate the pastries. They must be extremely delicious." Another cameraman couldn't help but secretly swallow his saliva and say.
"You guys are still too young. This is nothing. This pastry has no taste." Another tall cameraman said with an unfathomable expression.
"So what if it smells?" another cameraman asked.
"It's nothing. It's just that you can't stop drooling over it," the tall cameraman said in a deep voice.
Moreover, this tall cameraman didn't wait for the others to ask him and continued saying, "Because I have experience. It's fine to take pictures of others, but I have to prepare an apron to take pictures of the food cooked by Boss Yuan."
That's right. This tall cameraman was the one who often came to take pictures of Yuan Zhou communicating with others. He didn't even dare to speak when he was taking pictures. He was as quiet as a chicken, because he was afraid that once he spoke, what came out first would be his saliva instead of his voice.
"Thank you, brother." The other cameramen patted the shoulder of the tall cameraman one after another when they saw those masters who were enjoying the food with their eyes closed.
"Alright. Let's continue to take pictures. Make them look better," the tall cameraman said meaningfully.
The other three cameramen understood immediately and said, "That's right. Let's go and take some close-up shots."
"Then I'll go and take pictures of that painter. He eats the most deliciously," the cameraman who spoke first pointed at Wuhai and said.
The other three instantly looked over there.
They saw that Wuhai had destroyed all the Chinese roses by the wall. There were no intact flowers left. He didn't even let the grass on the ground go. He picked up a big handful and stuffed it into his mouth.
When the four of them looked over, Wuhai was stuffing the grass into his mouth.
"Can the grass be eaten?" the cameraman couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe," the few of them answered hesitantly.
"I don't think he eats deliciously. He just swallows it fast," the tall cameraman said.
"Indeed. Seeing him like that, I really want to secretly eat a leaf and have a taste," someone swallowed his saliva and said.
"Remember your duty. Go," the tall cameraman said solemnly and then turned around to leave.
The moment he turned around, the tall cameraman swallowed the saliva in his mouth without anyone noticing.
"Damn it. I want a raise. This isn't welfare. It's torture," the tall cameraman complained inwardly.
While the cameramen were discussing how to shoot, Song Ming also found new pastries. This time, the pastries were the Cantonese pastries that he was familiar with.
The Cantonese pastries were also called Cantonese pastries. Because it was located along the coast and the port trade was well-developed, Cantonese pastries not only had a wide variety of styles like Chinese pastries, but also had bright colors and exquisite craftsmanship. The pastries also paid attention to the matching of the skin and filling. It could be said that the pastries had all the colors, fragrance, taste, and spirit.
Furthermore, it incorporated some Western pastries and added a lot of innovations. This was something that other pastries didn't have.
And now, in front of Song Ming was the most basic Glutinous Rice Cake in the heart of Cantonese pastries.
That's right. Song Ming was standing in front of a short magnolia tree. It was a white magnolia tree that was half the height of a person. However, there were already some scattered white magnolia flowers on it, emitting a faint fragrance of magnolia.
Some of these magnolia flowers were half-opened and some were fully opened.
"Ka Cha", Song Ming reached out his hand and plucked a white magnolia that was about to open.
The magnolia flower in his hand was completely jade white. The petals were delicate and had a pearl-like luster. There were some faint yellow stamens inside, and the faint fragrance of the magnolia pervaded the tip of his nose.
"Ingenious and exquisite." Song Ming rotated the magnolia flower and then praised.
The magnolia flower had five petals and was half the size of a palm. Naturally, Song Ming couldn't eat it all in one bite. Therefore, he bit off one of the petals first.
As soon as he bit the petal, the fragrance of the glutinous rice couldn't be hidden anymore. It had a faint sweet texture. Although the petal looked very thin, it tasted sticky and carried the fragrance of the glutinous rice itself.
"There's actually no filling inside, but the intrinsic quality of the Glutinous Rice Cake is brought into full play. Delicious." Song Ming ate the whole flower in two or three bites.
After eating the whole flower, Song Ming found that there was still a faint fragrance of the magnolia flower left in his mouth.
"The ancients pursued elegance by eating real flowers. I'm not eating a real flower, but it's better than a real flower." Song Ming sighed with emotion.
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