After Yuzhong found out, he joined in the fun and wanted to be the third master.

Dongsheng himself felt that he could not teach Ke Baijia much, so he naturally agreed happily.

He didn't care about it, he should be the only master.

On the contrary, I became a teacher because I only gave me one recipe, and I felt embarrassed to receive so much care.

So the two sides were wrong, and the three sides hit it off, and the elders decided on the matter.

When Dongsheng planned to go to Beijing in the afternoon of December, Ke Baijia was still clumsyly trying to improve his artistic accomplishments.

Before, she was thinking about where she would make a breakthrough.

Thinking about it now, if you want to amazed everyone, you have to rely on fancy things.

Floral plating, fancy placing, carving are all technical tasks, but also aesthetic tasks.

So recently, Ke Baijia has been reading picture albums, learning paper cutting, and trying to blow the candy man and pinch the candy man. From time to time, he twisted his waist and learned a few dance moves when there was no one.

To improve aesthetics, we must first perceive beauty.

Not to mention, after trying so hard, people can really see that there is obvious progress, that is, the food that has passed her hand, is so beautiful.

When Ke Baijia entered the kitchen of the auditorium, she was in a strong position. Later, she was beautifully shining and hot at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, so she naturally had no choice but to choose from. Now, it seems that she has only been here and her skills are even more exquisite. How can everyone not be nervous? They subconsciously become diligent.

The newly-taken logistics people came to Zuo Minghui and said that everyone wanted to apply for new dishes recently, which was very difficult to deal with.

Zuo Minghui's approach is to subsidize himself.

At the same time, it is a little restrictive for everyone. It is good to be motivated, but don’t waste or overdo it.

And I will give you an example of how Ke Baijia handled the Mid-Autumn Festival that was wilted and wilted for everyone to learn.

That time, Ke Baijia didn't waste it. She actually made the wilted vegetables into vegetable porridge and went to some poor families who were still receiving the minimum subsidy to donate.

For a time, Zuo Minghui's example led the chefs to donate for about a month.

Of course, they either do good deeds or simply don’t want to waste it. They ask someone to taste it and prove that they can also use waste. No matter what their intentions are in their hearts, they actually did a good deed.

But Ke Baijia dares to cook and use ingredients and can also practice small dishes by herself. She is confident.

Others have confidence, but not enough.

After about a month, the momentum stopped.

Seeing that November had passed, Ke Baijia had time to rest again, but when he went out, he was blocked by a group of girls.

When I looked closely, it was the lark, and it was called, and it seemed that its surname was Lan.

"Hello Comrade Ke, are you resting today?"

"Yes, Comrade Lan, you guys are out to have fun too."

"Well, I plan to go shopping. I tell you a few, she is Comrade Ke, which is amazing."

Several girls were cheerful and replied to her: "It's great. If we hadn't seen it with our own eyes, we would have suspected that Comrade Ke was a man. You have been referring to it for more than half a month. However, the cake made by Comrade Ke is so delicious."

During the chat, Ke Baijia learned that this was the art troupe coming out to rest. Not to mention, seventies, eighties, nineties, and October are also their busiest time. When the weather is cold, it actually means that they are a little more free, so we made an appointment to go out for a walk together.
Chapter completed!