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The sky in the distance began to haze, and the inky clouds squeezed the sky, hiding the previous brilliant sun, and the heavy one seemed to be falling, which made people feel depressed.

“Is it going to rain?” Fang Dongyang walked out of the hotel, and the manic wind blew the ends of his hair, ruffling his bangs.

After the ramen project is over, he will go to the next trial site with the passed, qualified students.

The group quickly got into the car, and the driver started the car.

After some time, a certain halfway up the mountainside hotel.

“Dear students, my subject is dessert.”

A graduate named Augustine began to give a pre-project explanation.

“Use your imagination and creativity to make a dessert that will pass as long as I am satisfied.”

Ordinary and decent topics, students breathe a sigh of relief, they are now most afraid of encountering the kind of project that they have to complete to pass.

After all, now the body is a little overwhelmed…

“The time limit is 2 hours, let’s get started.” Augustine waved his hand, and the project officially began.

“Dessert…”

A group of students rushed to the food area, thinking as they walked, and so did Fang Dongyang.

Dessert? What to do?

There are many types of desserts, which can be roughly divided into Chinese desserts and Western desserts.

Common Chinese desserts include mung bean soup, sesame paste, ginger bump milk, double-skin milk, sesame rice balls, ice cream, sago dew, taro fruit fishing and roasted fairy grass.

Western desserts are famous for cakes, ice cream, cookies, puddings, soufflés, pancakes, waffles, chocolates and various fruit pies.

“It’s a little stuffy…”

Fang Dongyang grabbed the neckline and shook, combined with the existing ingredients, he quickly finalized the recipe: “Then… Make a taro fruit catch! ”

……

At the same time, the far moon left the palace nearby.

Dojima Silver stood next to the helicopter with his arms folded and his face calm, his body exuding an oppressive aura, like a volcano before the eruption.

“Chef Dojima…”

A group of people rushed over, and in the blink of an eye, they were in front of Dojima Gin, and the sous chef Senahiro was already puzzled: “Gin, what’s the matter with calling us here in such a hurry?” ”

During this time, Far Moon Resort turned down all visitors, but they were not idle.

Some of the problems accumulated in ordinary times need to be dealt with, and their own private affairs also need to be solved.

“I just received a secret tip.” Dojima Silver said in a deep voice: “Our hunter squad paid a huge price and hunted a super high-grade ingredient!” ”

“Huge price, super high-grade ingredients…”

People who arrived were instantly attracted to these two keywords.

They were half happy and half worried, happy to receive a super high-grade ingredient, it was not easy to cultivate the worried squad, and I don’t know how many people were damaged this time…

“Chef Dojima, you called us over…”

A careful woman looked around, a bad premonition, all those present were gourmet cell awakeners, and they were not the kind that had just awakened…

“Our ingredients are being targeted by some scraps!”

Dojima Silver turned around with a sullen look and boarded the helicopter: “Let’s go, go to the gate of the twenty-third dimension to pick it up…”

……

Midway up the mountainside hotel.

“Gee – it’s really worthy of the top black skin watermelon, it tastes really good!” Fang Dongyang threw away the melon skin with a satisfied look.

The skin is thin and juicy, the meat is crispy and refreshing, and the sweetness is extremely high, two words – good melon!

He wiped his mouth and looked at the time.

Now half an hour has passed since the steamer on the taro, purple sweet potato, and pumpkin.

“Almost…”

Fang Dongyang extinguished the flame, opened the lid of the pot, and the white heat immediately surged up, and when the heat dissipated, he took out the sweet potato, purple potato, and pumpkin.

Put into three small bowls, puree and pour in tapioca flour to make a dough, cut the dough into strips, cut into pieces, and the three-color taro balls are finished.

(bjbe) Of course, what is finished now is raw taro balls, and if you want to eat them, you need to cook them again.

“Huh?”

Suddenly sensing a line of sight, Fang Dongyang subconsciously glanced back.

I saw a girl with Ji hair standing quietly outside the window, wearing a black kimono, looking about his age, holding a black umbrella.

Who’s this? The employees of Far Moon Resort, or say… The food supplier’s family?

Fang Dongyang tilted his head, and then saw the girl turn around and leave expressionlessly.

He was startled, withdrew his gaze and continued cooking.

Pour the three-color taro balls into a pot, cook and remove and pass through ice water several times until cool.

Rapid cooling can make the taro balls non-stick together and more elastic, which is quite an important step.

After doing this, Fang Dongyang took out a small bowl, put the three-color taro balls into the bowl, and then piled up various pulps and injected milk… A taro fruit is done!

……

“So exquisite!”

Red watermelon, yellow pineapple, dragon fruit with seeds, and three-color taro balls, all kinds of ingredients loom in the milk, making people feel very appetizing.

Augustine picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of taro balls.

The rich milk aroma fills the nasal passages.

The cold milk is silky and silky, with a hint of sweetness.

The red watermelon is crispy and refreshing, and when you bite into it, the juice is radiant.

The cold liquid rushed into the throat, passed through the esophagus, and a trace of coolness spread in the body, approaching the heat of summer and the sultry heat of rainy days, which sharply decreased by a few points in an instant.

“Comfortable…”

Augustine snorted, he tried a few bites, and gave a qualified evaluation without hesitation.

……

An hour later, the dessert project ended, and Fang Dongyang followed the flow of people to the outside of the hotel.

The gloomy sky did not know when it rained, but fortunately it was not big, and the group braved a light rain and boarded the car of the distant moon.

There was a faint fragrance wafting in the car, Fang Dongyang glanced at the driver in surprise, this driver’s life is quite moody?

“Whew-”

“Then there was the steak set issue, and then it was a relief.” Fang Dongyang leaned back in his chair with a lazy expression.

The bus started slowly, and suddenly, he saw the little brother in the front row tilting his head and leaning against the window, and then the other students also fell one after another.

“Oops… I’m on the table! ”

A thought crossed his mind, that is, at this moment, a sense of vertigo struck, Fang Dongyang’s eyes were black, and he fainted……_

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