The Baijia Banquet is an event organized by the empire to celebrate the Spring Festival, and it is a festive event in itself.
In Tianxuanmen Square, the aroma is permeating, the laughter is constant, the scene is very harmonious, the aroma of the food, the smiles of the diners are intertwined, forming an unforgettable picture.
The diners enjoyed eating, and the chefs cooked with great care, bringing a different kind of warmth in this cold winter day.
But... After the warmth is over, the cruel competition begins, and it is up to the public to select the number one cook for this hundred-family banquet.
For the diners, eating is happiness and joy, but choosing... is painful, because the dishes of this Baijia Banquet are really delicious, whether it is Sixi meatballs or roasted spirits. Beast, spirit beast barbecue, and colorful crescent moon dumplings... These are delicacies that they have never even heard of.
A lot of people are struggling, but there is no way, each of them has one vote, so they can't waste it, or the banquet will be in vain.
After Bu Fang finished making all the dumplings, he exhaled lightly, wiped away the water stains in his hands, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and made hundreds of dumplings in one go, which he also felt choked up.
The other chefs have also finished their dishes, leaning against the stove in a rare way. Although there are still a lot of ingredients left, they are no longer cooking when it is time for selection, which means that The second hundred family banquet is almost over.
Chef Jin's gaze was sharp, and he felt a little powerless. The strength of the participating chefs this year is really terrifying. Whether it is Boss Bu or the two brothers from Qingyang Town, they are all likely to threaten his status. This made him feel a little nervous.
Ji Chengxue stood up, wearing a cloak made of spirit animal fur, walked slowly, stood on the high platform, and watched the audience.
"This year's Baijia Banquet, I don't know if everyone can enjoy it and enjoy it?" Ji Chengxue's voice was very flat, lingering in the entire Tianxuanmen Square, and the surrounding stoves were still steaming.
Bu Fang listened to Ji Chengxue's long speech, while he ordered a few dumplings himself. After cooking for so long, he himself was a little greedy.
The white dumpling was fished out, it was crystal white, chubby and cute, after taking a bite, the colorful aroma burst out instantly, covering his face, making him slightly intoxicated.
This colorful aroma can only be elicited by him after special treatment. The focus lies in the dough he made softly. Those fillings, after being boiled in hot soup, produced some catalytic effects, which reflected the colors of those colorful fillings. In fact, the diffused fragrance was not substantive. To put it simply, it is actually That kind of scene is like a mirage.
But the scent is real.
After taking a sip of the heart-warming soup, Bu Fang breathed a sigh of relief, and took another bite of the dumplings. The deliciousness entangled his taste buds and made him feel satisfied.
Sometimes, all you need is a bowl of small dumplings, which can make you very satisfied.
When Bu Fang finished eating a bowl of dumplings, Ji Chengxue finally finished his long speech, as if those high-ranking officials needed to talk about many irrelevant things before the event started.
Bu Fang has long been familiar with this.
"Next, each of you has a special copper coin in your hand. This copper coin is your vote. There are so many delicious dishes from the chefs present today. Which dish do you like the most? If you like it, you can send your The copper coins are placed on the porcelain plate in front of the chef's stove, and the one with the most votes will get the prize prepared by the court." Ji Chengxue didn't say anything, but returned it, sat on a chair, and an eunuch stepped forward, shaking Whisk, screech announces the rules.
The civilians below immediately whispered to each other, chattering and looking at the special copper coin in their hands.
When the eunuch announced the start of orderly voting, the civilians immediately lined up and left their seats, walking towards the chef's stove next to them.
"Chef Jin, the Sixi meatballs you cooked are really delicious, I support you!" A big man with an excited face put a copper coin on the porcelain plate of Chef Jin with the bald head. .
Chef Jin's face suddenly bloomed like a flower, and the first person voted for him? It seems that his Sixi meatballs should have received a good response.
Chef Jin touched his bald head, and suddenly felt bright again. He glanced provocatively at Bu Fang in the distance, and then groaned at the fat man beside him, who kept cracking his chicken legs , The nostrils are slightly open.
With the first vote, is the second vote far away
"Big fat man, your barbecue is very delicious! My sister supports you!" This is for Alu.
"Big Black Pot, I can't stop your spirit beast barbecue, it's so delicious! It's worthy of being a chef! It's amazing!" This is in support of Awei.
"Boss Bu! You are so handsome, and your knife skills blind me! Your dumplings... make me want to cry! They are so delicious!"
"Boss Bu, I want to give birth to a monkey for you! I will always support you!"
"Boss Bu, my old couple really like your dishes, I hope you can cook more delicious dishes, and support you." The old couple walked over hand in hand, and put the copper coins into the porcelain plate in front of Bu Fang , said encouragingly with a smile.
Bu Fang straightened his face, bowed slightly to the two old men, and said softly, "I will work hard."
In an instant, the situation showed a one-sided trend...
Chef Jin looked at the solitary copper coin on his porcelain plate unrequitedly, what about the second one... what about going to the pinnacle of life
His bald head gradually dimmed, almost losing any luster.
Alu snatched out the chicken leg from his apron bag, biting it hard, with enjoyment on his face.
Awei looked at the porcelain plate in front of him with a gloomy expression. It was obvious that his number of votes was much less than that of Fang Qi.
Are you going to lose? How is it possible... I have worked so hard to make this delicious food! Even the skill of cooking in dishes is used, why do you still lose? And it was lost to a guy who didn't use aura ingredients!
Awei clenched his fists tightly, biting the corner of his mouth fiercely, very unwilling.
"Smelly boss! These dumplings are super delicious! Will they be sold in a small shop?" Ouyang Xiaoyi jumped up and down in front of Bu Fang, and said with a smile, her vote must be for Bu Fang. .
Xiao Yanyu, Xiao Xiaolong and the others also came over, put the copper coins into the porcelain plate in front of Bu Fang, smiled gently, and nodded to Bu Fang.
The ministers also came over, many of them chose Awei's roasted spirit beast, but more of them chose Bufang's colorful crescent moon dumplings.
From their point of view, Awei's skills in roasting spirit beasts are of course perfect, but in terms of emotional investment, there is no comparison with Boss Bu's dumplings.
The kind of food that can make people feel happy after eating, and can make people feel happy in winter, makes them endlessly aftertaste.
Bu Boss's gourmet food... magic! There is a magic that makes them sink!
"I don't accept it! How could I lose!" Awei refused, looking at the few ballots on his porcelain plate with a very ugly look on his face. Of course, there were very few ballots on his porcelain plate. The extremely clean porcelain plate is not bad.
Even his younger brother Alu only had a few copper coins, but Alu didn't care, he grabbed the chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth happily, eating very happily.
"Dissatisfied?" Ji Chengxue glanced at A Wei lightly, and said, "This is the vote of the people, selected by the public, why do you dissatisfy?"
Awei froze for a moment, speechless. Indeed, what Ji Chengxue said was reasonable. The vote was not for one person, but for a fair competition. The masses voted. Why would he not accept it
But he just doesn't accept it... Why can his carefully cooked dishes be inferior to Bu Fang's colorful crescent moon dumplings that don't even use spiritual energy ingredients
Chef Jin stood at the side unrequitedly, and when he heard Ah Wei's question, he also straightened up and nodded slightly.
The taste of aura ingredients is by no means comparable to that of ordinary ingredients. This has always been common sense in the culinary art world, but Bu Fang broke this truth today.
Bu Fang rubbed his stomach, glanced at A Wei and the bald Chef Jin expressionlessly, and let out a breath of steam.
He said lightly: "Aren't you convinced? Then have a bowl."