Reborn lady my biggest

Chapter 71

(Bite your finger, begging for receipt, begging for a ticket, begging for a comment, everything will go well next week, someone is going on a business trip again, sad April, wait for the May holiday.)
Su and Yan, who occupied the first row of Fengshui Treasure Land, inevitably had to be the first to be tried.

After Perot entered the classroom, he immediately saw Su Zizeng and Yan Wuxu with ashen faces. He first nodded at Wen Maixue, and then glanced at the dessert made by Su Zizeng and others. That's right, there's plenty of cocoa powder.

"The taste is very light," Perot said, taking a bite.

"The cream wasn't added enough," Wen Maixue took a bite too, her eyebrows raised like a happy note.

"Very crispy," Perot took another bite,
"It's a bit hard baked," Wen Maixue thought about the taste in his mouth, and the notes jumped a little higher.

"Smells a little wine," said Perrault, finishing the whole piece.

"Didn't use fresh lemons? But the taste of the condiment wine is quite neutral," Wen Maixue said from front to back, the only neutral words.

After hearing this not-so-excessive comment, Yan Wuxu regained some confidence, and she asked Perot expectantly: "Teacher, can you make a summary?"

"It's still quite to my taste." Perot's eyes, which can fascinate a large number of people, flashed with color: "I don't like pastries that are too creamy and too fluffy."

Is this a compliment? Su Zi once questioned Perot's words, but after seeing Wen Maixue's stinky face, he immediately flattered Perot.

"Mr. Perot, if you like, you can take some back," she grabbed a few pieces and threw them into the unsecured bag.

"It's better not to eat too much sweets like finger cakes," Perot declined Su Zizeng's kindness.

Su Zizeng's enthusiastic hands stopped.

Finger cakes?Both Yan Wuxu and Su Zizeng looked at the square pieces in the baking mold, which were covered with several layers of syrup powder, and the smiles on their faces melted like cheese in a frying pan. up.

"Teacher, we made tiramisu today!" an enthusiastic female student who had the courage to "correct mistakes" pointed to the recipe on the small whiteboard and reminded.

In the classroom, there was a brief silence, which was very strange.

"It looks like a finger cake." Wen Maixue suppressed the urge to burst out laughing, and nodded, "If it was a finger cake, I would give you full marks for this group, but because it is tiramisu, Therefore, you are unqualified for this class and can only retake it."

"Is tiramisu a simple pastry?" After class, Su Zi angrily threw those pieces of finger cake version tiramisu that could "throw the floor" into the packaging bag angrily.

"It's okay, Senior Sister Wen demonstrated again in the end, we will definitely be able to make tiramisu that meets the requirements in the next class," Yan Wuxu tidied up the utensils on the kitchen counter, "Do you want to take these back? "

"Why didn't you take it back?" Su Zi once bit into a piece. Although it was hard, it tasted like a chocolate biscuit. "The materials bought with money should not be wasted."

"Obviously you can teach us much simpler cream cookies and the like," Su Zizeng still didn't give up, thinking that what the girl gave Perot that night was obviously a bag of cookies.But even Wen Maixue deliberately made things difficult for them.But after seeing Wen Maixue's demonstration, even Su Zizeng had no choice but to bow down.

"After you make the 100 yuan tiramisu, you will know how to control the proportion and taste," Wen Maixue made a whole piece of tiramisu and gave it to the female students to taste.

Su Zi once ate it orally and was dissatisfied. Wen Maixue’s tiramisu was moderately soft and thick, rich in cheese and cocoa, like two white and black beauties with completely different skin colors, looking at each other from a distance, but not jealous. They complement each other, competing to bring out the delicacy of the pastry.

"Diligence makes up for it. When I first started helping my mother, I couldn't always do it well," Yan Wuxu comforted when he sat in the car that Su's family came to pick him up.

"Your driver has changed?" Glancing at the new driver sitting in the front row, Yan Wuxu asked again. The driver who came to pick up Su Zizeng last time was older.

The new driver heard the movement, turned around and explained: "Uncle Zhong is old and has gone back to his hometown."

Su Zizeng had only heard that Uncle Zhong had assigned him to Su Qingchang a few days ago, but after a few months, he resigned.Uncle Zhong watched her grow up. She was about 50 years old, and her age was not too high. If you really counted it, she hadn't reached the age of retirement.

After arriving at Su's house, Yan Wuxu was busy looking at the luxurious furnishings in the house, while Su Zizeng paid all his attention to the people in the house.

After Chang Mei became the housekeeper, she managed the Su family in an orderly manner, but the batch of old servants used by her subordinates were still Su Qingchang's earliest old servants.Su Zi once thought that after she was promoted to be the secretary-general of the Su family, all the things in the house should be handed over to the new housekeeper. After she checked carefully, she realized that something was wrong.

It's already November, and Su Zi once knew that Yan Wuxu likes spicy food. He originally ordered the kitchen to cook some heavy-tasting dishes, but when he asked, he said that it was the Secretary-General who ordered it. The rest are female relatives, and they usually focus on light food, so they cook some home-cooked dishes in the south.

This choked Su Zizeng into silence. Looking at the servants at home, Uncle Zhong was not the only one. Only the master chef in the kitchen and the gardener remained unchanged. The others were all new faces. The maid in the room has also changed.

Su Zi, who was a little unhappy, had no choice but to choose the dress for the completion banquet of the "Golden Mansion" with his words.

As soon as he walked into Su Zizeng's room with a full sixty to seventy square meters, all Yan Wuxu's thoughts were attracted by Su Zizeng's fitting room and shoe cabinet.

Su Zizeng's fitting room was even more spacious than their dormitory at Kelly Women's School. It was filled with various styles of brand-name clothes, which were listed one by one according to the color and style.Some of her favorite styles come in several different colors.

Next to the door of the fitting room, a list of clothes and hats updated in real time was posted, which is convenient for Su Zizeng to look up when matching.

All the frivolous dresses hanging here are still before winter, and the bulky clothes are still stored in a special storage room, which is cleaned and ironed irregularly.

What surprised Yan Wuxu the most was that Su Zizeng's shoe cabinet was equipped with a remote control. When the button on it was pressed, the cabinets on more than twenty floors would roll like a Ferris wheel, and the different shoes on each floor would be turned over. The shoes are sent to the selectors in turn for easy access.Yan Wuxu did a rough calculation and there were two to three hundred pairs of shoes in the shoe cabinet alone.

From stiletto heels to comfortable flat heels, charming Roland purple, generous crab shell green, and unconventional black and white, Su Zizeng’s fitting room and shoe cabinet are like a small museum, full of beautiful things, making people wonder what to do How to do it.

"You can choose shoes numbered from row [-] to row [-], and those are never worn," said Su Zizeng. Although he has an astonishingly large dressing room and shoe cabinet, he never had the opportunity to show anyone around.

"Why are these clothes completely different from what you wear in school now?" Kelly didn't force students to wear school uniforms, except for the special case of Yan Wuxu, most female students like to wear casual clothes and compete for beauty.

Yan Wuxu also sneaked through the clothes that Su Zi once put in Kelly Women's School. Although they were all famous brands, in terms of color and style, they were completely different from the clothes in the fitting room. The same person, How can styles and tastes change so much in such a short period of time.

(End of this chapter)