blueteamnovel Chapter 40 Blows Up the Whole Scene
Chapter 40 Blows Up the Whole Scene
Upon hearing her words, Teacher Ji could no longer maintain her composure. She let out a short, cold snort, raised her chin, and looked down at her disdainfully: "Regardless of skill level, didn't your family teach you the importance of respecting your teachers?"
Lin Shuyao smiled and said, "It's not certain yet who will call whom 'teacher'."
"You!" Teacher Ji also got punched, choking on her words.
The disciples around him were so angry that their chests heaved. This Shen Qing was too arrogant!
"Shen Qing, don't be so smug! You'll be crying soon enough!" Zhang San shouted, his neck stiff and his face red.
Li Si stepped forward, pointed at Lin Shuyao's nose, and almost spat in her face: "Just competing is so boring! How about we make a bet?!"
Liu Dazhu's face darkened, and he said viciously, "That's right! If you lose the third round, no matter how the first two rounds went, you must kneel down in front of the entire factory, kowtow to us, and respectfully say, 'Grandpa, I was wrong!' Do you dare?!"
"Of course you dare, why wouldn't you?" Lin Shuyao scoffed. "But similarly, if you all lose, the four of you will have to kneel down and call me 'Grandma,' and apologize to me. Do you dare?"
Liu Dazhu didn't even hesitate. With his master there, how could he possibly lose?
He immediately clapped his hands: "Great! It's settled then! Everyone be a witness, whoever loses and doesn't kneel down is a coward!"
The onlookers glanced at Lin Shuyao, then at Liu Dazhu, too busy eating melon seeds to keep up with the rest.
"Has Comrade Shen lost his mind? How dare he bet with Master Ji? Isn't he guaranteed to lose?"
"I guess they got cocky after winning the first two rounds and thought they were guaranteed a win in the third round too."
"Let's just wait and see what happens. Anyway, it won't be us kneeling down in a bit."
Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Lin Shuyao walked towards the kitchen without looking back.
She did it on purpose.
In these times of scarcity, people are content with just a taste of meat, but not Ivanov. He is used to delicacies, and it's not so easy to win him over.
Cooking is an art form with a soul. A chef whose heart is filled with anger and restlessness cannot make dishes that bring happiness to people.
So she deliberately acted arrogantly, letting her opponent be controlled by her emotions. Later, in order to win against her, the opponent will definitely choose a pastry that is purely for showing off their skills.
Back in the kitchen, Lin Shuyao calmed down and entered a state of flow.
She's somewhat good at cooking Western food, but when it comes to making desserts, that's her real specialty.
It's no exaggeration to say that she has eaten and can make every famous dessert in the world.
She quickly decided what dessert she would make that day and got to work in an orderly fashion.
An hour later, both desserts were ready, and Ivanov, the expert, was brought in.
Liu Dazhu was the first to give a presentation.
"This dessert is called 'Moscow Winter Bells'."
As he spoke, he carefully lifted the dome covering the dessert plate, revealing a miniature version of the Kremlin clock tower sculpted from chocolate on the long bone china plate. The brickwork was clearly visible, the edges were distinct, and there were even tiny windows and spires.
"The base cake is a modified honey cake, with a dense texture and a sweet but not cloying taste," Liu Dazhu continued proudly.
Upon seeing the dessert before him, Ivanov's grey-blue eyes sparkled with surprise and intense interest:
"My God, the craftsmanship of you Chinese is exquisite! The carving is so lifelike! You certainly didn't disappoint me!"
The assistant and translator gaped, exclaiming in Russian, "This isn't a dessert, it's a work of art! Chinese chefs are truly amazing!"
The three Soviets were all dumbfounded.
"Please, experts, have a taste." Liu Dazhu smiled proudly and bowed, gesturing for them to try.
Ivanov nodded, took the special dessert spoon handed to him by his assistant, and carefully scooped a spoonful of honey cake from the base of the "clock tower".
He put it in his mouth, chewed a few times, raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up, and said a few words to the translator.
The translator relayed: "The honey aroma was pure, the sweetness was perfectly controlled, and the presentation was incredibly creative. Seeing my hometown's architecture presented in this way was both heartwarming and surprising. I absolutely loved this dessert! I'm really looking forward to trying other Soviet dishes made by this master chef."
Ivanov's evaluation is quite high.
The onlookers immediately erupted in uproar.
"My goodness! No wonder Master Ji has received foreign guests! He stunned the experts with just one move!!"
"Yeah, that's amazing! I've really seen something today, something I can brag about for the rest of my life!"
"Unless Comrade Shen is a reincarnation of a culinary god, there is absolutely no way he can beat Master Ji."
Hearing these compliments and feeling the admiring gazes coming from all directions, Master Ji revealed a reserved yet satisfied smile, casually flicking his sleeves as if it were just something he did casually.
The three men beside Liu Dazhu were filled with pride, each puffing out their chests, their faces glowing, and exchanging ecstatic glances.
Won!
This time we're guaranteed to win!
Comrade Ivanov personally stamped and certified it; let's see how that brat Shen Qing wins this time!
Get ready to kneel down and kowtow!
The group glanced defiantly at Lin Shuyao.
Lin Shuyao glanced at Master Ji's work, which in later generations would be roughly equivalent to fondant cakes.
But in this era, people have never seen anything like this before, so they are naturally amazed.
Well, it's pretty standard.
Lin Shuyao showed no sign of panic at being outshone; instead, she was frighteningly calm.
Seeing her expression, Liu Dazhu and his friends sneered. "Still pretending at a time like this?" they said smugly.
"Shen Qing, hurry up and show us your creations! Let's see what amazing desserts you've made this time!"
Lin Shuyao smiled and slowly placed the tray she had been carrying on the table. Then, under everyone's gaze, she gently lifted the mysterious stainless steel dome cover—