Wu Jian raised it up and the dough was also led into the air by the spiral force.

"Boy!" Wu Jian pointed at Si Yingshi with the empty stick and said, "If you do it warmly like you, the noodles you kneaded are crying!"

“…”

Si Yingshi's mouth twitched and twitched. If he knew how to complain, he would definitely shout: At least they had to find a reason for their real-life system. How can they compare with those guys who can break through Tianyuan by just shouting out their momentum? Tell me, who in the real world can roll a dough into the air with one hand?

"...Don't worry, I have my own way to surpass your spiral force...and I'm not making buns."

Si Yingshi can only say this, but fortunately the topic is just snacks. Otherwise, the regulations on making buns would be really lingering.

"Then try your best..."

Wu Jian stopped talking, but unfortunately Si Yingshi didn't know what he was facing.

Soon, Wu Jian’s Four-Shenhun-Shenhun Seafood Eight Treasures buns were completed and placed on a large ship woven by four bamboos. The four different colors of buns were really pleasing to the eye, making the judges feel comfortable at a glance, and they feel happy before they even eat them.

"How is it? My buns are still very hot, so I'll let you put them first. Otherwise, the judges would be embarrassed if they can't even eat you in one bite."

“…”

Si Yingshi didn't object. Wu Jian's Four-Shenhun-Shenhun Seafood Eight Treasures buns looked much better than his snacks in terms of appearance. If the taste was particularly good... it was indeed unfavorable for him to put it in the back.

Wu Jian didn't care about Si Yingshi's dim sum. Although he had eaten a few bites, he had already eaten more dim sum. How could the things made by a student satisfy his appetite?

After finally waiting for the group of guys who had never eaten good food to swallow it, Wu Jian's bamboo boat was presented.

"This, this bun! How can it be so soft!?"

"Impossible! The bun feels so good!!"

"It's really...!? There's such a surprise before I even ate it. What will happen after I eat it?"

Before they could eat, the judges shouted loudly, but after they ate, they were amazed, but they seemed very calm.

This situation is also very similar to Mapo Tofu at that time. When tasting Wu Jian’s cuisine, it seems very quiet, as if it is not as delicious as the Ten Masters. However, because of the lessons of the past, the audience is very quiet, and no one will say who will win or something...

Si Yingshi also knew very well that the judges’ appreciation of buns was not worse than his. But this was not the balance of the five flavors of Mapo tofu, so why did it seem so quiet?

So he came to Wu Jian and asked, "How did you do it?"

"You guys, your understanding of cooking is still on the surface. You still ask how to make it? As long as you understand the essence of cooking and integrate your heart into it, you can do it even with ordinary techniques. You must know that buns were invented by Zhuge Kongming's suppression of the river god. Its essence lies in the word "soul-restraining"! No matter what the situation is, those who eat the buns will calm down and restore the calm and peaceful state of mind... like calming river water. It's not just delicious!"

Wu Jian's words touched Si Yingshi's heart. What they learned at Yuanyue Academy was nothing more than pursuing taste. When did someone teach them to pursue the essence of cooking? Not to mention, the soul-supervising and other things are really hard to understand. How to make the cooking to calm down? Isn't it just delicious?

However, Si Yingshi is worthy of being the first of the top ten masters, and he vaguely noticed the difference between the taste and the essence.

"...This is the first time I've heard this theory. But my cooking... won't lose to you!"
Chapter completed!