The whole studio was shocked.

Jian Shutong's pupils suddenly tightened. She turned her head stiffly to look at Wei Ran, unable to believe her ears.

"Master?" She repeated softly in disbelief.

Shi Qing'an opened his lips slightly, and he sat stiffly in the Luan chair stiffly, feeling that his whole body was petrified, "Wei... Teacher Wei Ran just said that the goddess is his master?"

"Master, Master." Wei Ran's voice sounded, and the name was repeated three times happily.

He got up and ran to Shi Qinglan's side, with light in his eyes as clear as a spring. The young man raised his clear face and looked at her expectantly with his eyes flashing.

The little hand gently grabbed the corner of her clothes, and tentatively tugged, "Master...Is it you?"

Bo Yucheng's long and narrow eyes narrowed, and cold light shining in those black ink pupils, staring closely at the boy's hand holding the corner of the girl's clothes, and the vinegar in his heart instantly overturned.

Shi Qinglan noticed a gloomy coolness...

She took a step to the side without a trace, and Wei Ran immediately let go of her hand gripping the corner of her dress. The young man looked down at the empty fingers, his eyes hanging slightly seemingly lonely.

"Am I wrong?" He bit his cherry blossom-like lips, desperate as a little boy who was abandoned.

Other staff in the studio also held their breath and looked at her, and their hearts were about to jump out while waiting for her answer!

Shi Qinglan pressed her red lips lightly, and a little light flashed in those delicate eyes, and she squeezed an empty fist to her lips uncomfortably, and looked away, "That..."

"You must not deny it!" Wei Ran raised his eyes suddenly, "I am sure I did not admit my mistake! You are my master!"

Shi Qinglan was at a loss for words, but in fact she didn't want to deny it either.

But the boy's white and tender cheeks bulged slightly, and his open and clear eyes were full of seriousness, "I tasted it all!"

"Taste... Is it okay to taste it?" Shi Qing'an was still in a daze, her delicate eyes were a little hollow.

Jian Shutong frowned and couldn't help but uttered, "Teacher Wei Ran, maybe you have admitted wrong? Ms. Qingyue is the queen of singing, and a star with ten fingers that doesn't touch Yang Chunshui, how could she teach you cooking? Master of Art..."

"Moreover, she is wearing a mask to cover her face. It is normal if she is admitted wrong, but Teacher Wei Ran should have seen your master, right? Why don't you let Miss Qingyue take off the mask?"

Nan Xiyue immediately exploded, "I rely on (‵o′) convex!"

She glanced at Jian Shutong very unhappily, rolled up her sleeves and wanted to punch someone, "This sister, believe it or not, I will pull her head off in a minute to make a butter hot pot!"

"Calm down...you calm down." The director immediately got up and stopped her, with cold sweat on his forehead.

He really didn't expect Jian Shutong to create these moths.

Qingyue refused to reveal her face regardless of any announcements. Her mask is her characteristic and her last umbrella. This is something everyone in the entire entertainment industry knows.

Very few people dare to touch Qingyue's bottom line...

"Even if the master wears a mask, I won't admit it."

Wei Ran frowned slightly. He lowered his eyes and shook his fingers and began to analyze the reason, "When my master makes lotus cakes, he especially likes to add lotus petals to the heart of the lotus filling, and she is used to celadon dishes and likes to decorate with lotus leaves! All right! It's on the number!"

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng looked down at the lotus cake in his hand.

Shi Qing'an also turned his head immediately, and saw the clear peach blossom pastry on a celadon plate and embellished with lotus leaves. As for the filling, I forgive him for not being able to taste it...

"This may be a coincidence." Jian Shutong smiled lightly. "The state banquet emphasizes excellence. People like me have only realized that after years of diligence, Miss Qingyue is in the entertainment circle every day..."

"He didn't admit his mistake." Shi Qinglan red lips lightly opened.

Jian Shutong was slowly analyzing, not wanting Qingyue to steal her limelight, but he didn't expect that the other party suddenly said such a sentence, which made her stare blankly.

Her tongue was almost knotted, "What, what?"

The corners of Shi Qinglan's eyes curled up and enchanting. She raised her chin slightly to look at Jian Shutong, her red lips curled up, "Wei Ran is right."

Hearing this, Wei Ran's eyes flashed with stars.

He lifted his clear cheeks and looked at the girl, his sweet dimples sinking into his white cheeks, "It's really a master!"

He knew that his instincts must be correct!

Master teaches her the craftsmanship of state banquet cakes for several years, and almost handed over all his exclusive recipes to him, so he naturally knows Master's habits when making cakes.

Even without this celadon plate and lotus leaf...

He can taste it too, this is the taste of Master!

"Good." Shi Qinglan's red lips curled slightly, her eyes were looking at the young man with a smile, and she was about to habitually raise her hand to rub his head, but suddenly felt a chilly eyes falling over.

The girl's hand froze in the air. She raised her eyes and saw Bo Yucheng squinted at herself, so she immediately retracted her hand.

"So... so Miss Qingyue is really Teacher Wei Ran's master? The famous state banquet chef in the rumor?" The director looked towards Shi Qinglan in shock.

Wei Ran raised his lips and raised his face proudly, "Yes, this is something that the entire chef circle has long recognized, and only my master is worthy of the title of China's No. 1 State Banquet Chef!"

Upon hearing this, the program staff opened their eyes in shock.

They looked at Qingyue stiffly. She wore a crimson hanfu that was gorgeous and graceful, and she also lined Sheng Xue's skin delicately, her eyebrows and her eyebrows curled up with charming Fanghua, and she frowned and smiled while being charming...

This is the shining queen on the music scene!

Nowadays, Wei Ran, the famous Chinese state banquet chef, actually said that she is the first state banquet chef of China and his master!

"Then Jian Shutong, China's first state banquet chef..." The director cast his gaze at her suspiciously.

After hearing this, Jian Shutong was a little bit ashamed.

She squeezed her fists tightly, her nails were almost embedded in her palms, her breathing became a little hurried because of her tension, "Actually, I... those are all nonsense from fans."

Jian Shutong raised an awkward and stiff smile.

She dumped all the pots on her fans, and refused to admit that this was a marketing method she established.

"Fans talking nonsense?" The director frowned tightly. "But when the program team invited you as the chef of China's No. 1 State Banquet, Ms. Jian did not seem to deny such an identity. Ms. Jian should be clear that the program group invited you to Because of this status!"

The director looked at Jian Shutong with solemn eyes, and there was a bit of accusation in that tone after learning that he was deceived.