Shi Qingan looked at the girl brightly.

Bo Yucheng's long and narrow eyes suddenly narrowed, and he glanced at him with a cold eye, "When the actor's fingers are not touched by Yang Chunshui, I'm afraid it will only add confusion to Miss Qingyue, right?"

"Master Bo always cooks?" Shi Qingan asked rhetorically.

They were all born from top-notch and noble young masters, never involved in housework, and almost never entered the kitchen. He didn't believe that the Bo family chaebol could be so poor that this master could cook by himself.

Bo Yucheng's eyes were so deep that he couldn't argue for a moment.

"I don't need any help for the kitchen, the two masters should return to the judges' seat." Shi Qinglan raised his hand and rubbed his temple lightly.

Shi Qing'an's two-Kazakh attributes can definitely tear down the studio.

Not to mention Bo Yucheng. She had seen it with her own eyes and knew how messy the kitchen with his participation was.

"But..." Shi Qing'an still wanted to struggle.

But when he raised his eyes, he met the girl's bright eyes, and there was determination in them. He could only change his words, "Well then."

Shi Qingan's cheeks bulged lightly and turned to leave the stage.

Bo Yucheng's lips were pressed lightly into a line. When he looked at the girl, his eyes were dark and deep, his voice was low, "Come on."

"Good." Shi Qinglan's red lips curled slightly.

When she raised her eyes to look at the man, there was a smile in her bright eyes, blooming like spring flowers.

Bo Yucheng slowly turned back to the Qingluan Peony Chair.

Shi Qinglan raised her pretty face slightly, she smiled and looked at the camera with a sweet smile, "I'm showing my ugliness, and I offer you a lotus cake."

That Qingcheng's face was flawless even in close-up shots, even if only half of his face was revealed, but the blushing lips and slightly picky eyes were all shameful.

At the sound of the sound, Shi Qinglan slightly rolled up the cuffs of the skirt, revealing a white arm and bright white wrist.

She stared down at the ingredients, her side face was delicate and serious, and her slightly opened red lips were more charming and confusing.

The camera close-up is in place-

Shi Qinglan's jade-like fingers gently squeezed the lotus seed, rubbing the peeled and lotus heart with his fingertips. Even such a simple movement, because the fingers were slender and white, it seemed a bit pleasing to the eye.

Wash the lotus seeds and put them in the basket, steam them on high heat until they are crispy, and until they become lotus velvet, stir-fry them with sugar and cooked lard to make lotus velvet fillings. Something else is put in them. Frying the spoon slowly floated out...

"It smells so good." Shi Qing'an took a deep breath.

Bo Yucheng's ink pupils also flickered, looking at the girl who was glowing on the stage, his scarlet lips slightly curved.

Shi Qingan looked at Wei Ran sideways, "Teacher Wei Ran, what is my goddess doing, tell us about it?"

"She is making lotus velvet filling. How the lotus crisp tastes depends on the filling, but the essence of the lotus crisp lies in the subsequent pastry."

Wei Ran's voice was soft, and he happily introduced to others that the photographer naturally recorded such a scene.

Jian Shutong’s lips lightly raised, “The shape of the lotus crisp is exquisite and unique, and the pastry is the place that tests the cooking skills the most."

Shi Qing'an nodded suddenly, retracted his gaze and continued to appreciate.

Shi Qinglan took the flour and began to knead the dough. Her white palms were kneading on the soft white dough. She was skilled but still elegant. Even when she was doing such a thing, she still looked like a fairy. No cannibalistic fireworks...

The pastry dough is closed and rolled out, rolled into thin slices, folded to three layers, and then repeatedly rolled out and folded, and finally rolled into a thin sheet of uniform thickness, and cut into a round crust.

"The goddess looks good." Shi Qing'an exclaimed.

Although he is still far away from Shi Qinglan and can't really see it, the close-up camera lens is recording and projecting it on the big screen at the same time, shooting this complicated and delicate craft!

Jian Shutong's eyes flashed slightly, and a few drops of cold sweat faintly appeared in her palm. She didn't expect Shi Qinglan to really make meringues, and she still used the most difficult styling technique!

"Ms. Jian, what do you think of my goddess?" Shi Qing'an looked sideways at Jian Shutong excitedly, showing a row of white teeth and smiling.

Jian Shutong's lips pressed lightly, and his smile was slightly stiff, "Miss Qingyue is very skilled at making meringues, but kneading dough is actually very simple, and the first piece looks like ordinary dough."

"I hope her lotus cake can really be shaped. After all, many people have done a good job in the previous steps, but the shape after the pot is extremely unsatisfactory. The exquisite shape is a very important factor in considering the royal meal... …"

"Teacher Wei Ran, I wonder if what I said is wrong?"

She intentionally or unintentionally threw the pot to Wei Ranbei.

The boy's cherry blossom-like lips pressed lightly, "You are right to say that, but I believe Sister Qingyue."

There was a smile in Wei Ran's clear eyes. He had an inexplicable affection for Qingyue. He always felt that there were many things about her that made him familiar with her, which was the taste of a master he hadn't seen for a long time!

Several people were discussing, Shi Qinglan took the colander.

She placed the lotus velvet filling core in the crust, the first batch of lotus crisp has been formed, and then it was time to formally deep-fry.

Shi Qinglan put the lotus cakes in a colander in batches, and put them into three half-cooked oil pans, "Boo--"

The sound of frying immediately followed.

Everyone is looking forward to whether the peach blossom pastry will finally take shape. Bo Yucheng only knows that the girl knows how to cook, but he has never seen her personally make pastries. He rubbed his fingertips and became nervous.

"I don't know if Miss Qingyue can succeed..."

"It smells delicious! But Ms. Jian is right. The cakes at the Imperial Court are the most crafty. If they fail to shape after being fried in the pan, they won’t work even if they are delicious."

"Ah, I'm getting nervous!"

The editors and directors are also sweating for a while. The big screen can no longer satisfy them, and some people even gather in front of the director's monitor, looking forward to the miracle!

The director and Nan Xiyue even raised their hands to wipe cold sweat, their hearts almost touched their throats, and finally—

Shi Qinglan finally took the colander out of the oil pan!

The close-up of the lens followed closely, and I saw that the dough that looked like ordinary when it was first shaped was already as gorgeous as a lotus, the petals were blooming, and it was blooming gracefully!

"So pretty..." Wei Ran's eyes lit up slightly.

Shi Qinglan intended to dye the dough at the time of making the dough. The inner layer of the lotus cake is light yellow, and the outer layer is matte color. The color and shape are like lotus flowers, and the crisp layer is extremely clear.

She gently placed the lotus cake on the celadon plate, and decorated with lotus leaves, it really looked like a lotus pond!

"This...this..." The director was dumbfounded for an instant.

Nan Xiyue also looked at the monitor in shock. She didn't expect Shi Qinglan to really make pastries, and it was not an ordinary pastry. The appearance was so delicate and beautiful!

"Lotus crisp, ready." Shi Qinglan's red lips curled slightly.

She picked up the celadon plate with lotus cakes, lifted her pretty face slightly, and looked firmly in Jian Shutong's direction.

The corner of the girl's lips was filled with a sweet smile, and at the moment when she showed her work, her whole body inadvertently poured out!