"Focus on it." Feng Ruye said with a meaningful smile: "Maybe what you said does sound good, but, to me, it doesn't seem like that at all."
Feng Ruye's fingers slid across the sauce on the side of the cake plate that Chu Shangli had carefully decorated, and he put it into his mouth and sucked it gently -
Feng Ruye's eyes tilted slightly and fell on the plate.
He stared at the sauce whose original shape had been destroyed by his fingers—
However, it actually doesn't have a significant impact on the overall aesthetics - it simply changes from a carefully outlined shape to a freehand ink-splashed feel -
Feng Ruye rubbed it gently with his fingers again.
Now, it is like the graffiti on the wall by those rebellious young people——
It's not that the pattern of the sauce itself is made into a form that will look beautiful no matter how it is damaged - in fact, such a thing would be difficult for even the best chefs to achieve - the so-called even if the original shape is destroyed, the shape can still appear perfect in the eyes of everyone.
"This is probably why people dislike fondant cakes—" Feng Ruye continued the topic of fondant cakes as if talking to himself—
Chu Shangli noticed at this moment that Feng Ruye had his right hand raised high, and aimed the camera in the terminal at his own work.
At the same time, the camera signal was also hijacked.
When he was pushing his glasses just now, he was probably not just chatting - when his fingers occasionally slid across the dial of his watch, it was actually somewhat like he was doing some small movements in secret.
In other words, the action of him wiping the sauce with his fingers just now was also completely captured in the camera.
"What's wrong with the fondant cake?" Liz said impatiently, "They just kept talking about 'fondant cake' and 'fondant cake' non-stop, but it hasn't even started yet. Is dragging it out going to annoy people around and put an end to this farce? No, in my opinion, it's the exact opposite—"
Liz looked at the cake she had sworn not to eat again, but still managed to dip it in the sauce and taste it. She whispered, "I'm not trying to create a show, but we all thought it was unpalatable, and Gong Yitian and the young master made a delicious one. They must want to hear opinions from people other than us. Whether we would quit school or Luo Dongxia would shave her head became less important."
"Yes, that's right. I'm well aware of that." Feng Ruye slowly put down the terminal. "But Ms. Liz Chesca, you definitely don't know why I was sliding my fingers through the sauce on the plate just now, right?"
"Isn't it because we showed an expression of intolerance that you began to feel curious, but were really afraid that you couldn't tolerate it, so you only got a little bit of it - the edge of the plate to taste it."
"It has nothing to do with the taste. It's mainly about presenting the design to everyone. I know my friends don't want Miss Chu Shangli to lose, but it has nothing to do with me. I just hope the result is relatively fair and objective, that's all."
Feng Ruye held the plate with one hand. His technique was very professional, almost exaggerated.
It's like a long training session.
However, this level of proficiency alone was not enough to make Chu Shangli feel strange.
What made her feel strange was that she had seen Feng Ruye's posture somewhere before.
In fact, etiquette varies from region to region.
However, Feng Ruye's etiquette was the same as the etiquette he followed when he was locked in a cage and being trained by Chu Moyin.
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