For the children, if they eat Uncle Xiao Ma’s fried rice first and then Uncle Xiao Lin’s fried rice, they will feel that it has no taste and lacks the aroma brought by the barbecue fat.
Especially the two boys, Wang Chenchen and Yue Qihao, who only took a small bite of Uncle Xiaolin’s fried rice.
Han Wenwen only ate one more bite, but she didn't eat as voraciously as she did when she was eating.
However, Guo Jingyi and Feng Ruoruo ate several more bites.
In particular, Feng Ruoruo imitated her father's behavior and scooped up Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice with a small spoon, put it in front of her and looked at it carefully, fanned it with her small hands to smell it, and then put it into her mouth to slowly chew and taste it.
The little girl didn't do these things spontaneously. She saw her father eating Uncle Pony just now.
Uncle Xiao Ma’s fried rice was eaten very quickly, and Feng Ruoruo’s father only left one spoonful for himself.
So before eating, Dad carefully observed Uncle Xiao Ma's fried rice, sniffed the smell of the fried rice carefully, and chewed it very carefully and meticulously after putting it into his mouth.
Feng Ruoruo found it very interesting. When the little girl was eating Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice, she tried to imitate her father.
The adults around her saw the little girl's series of actions and they all found it very interesting.
Lin Yanmei couldn't help but say, "I can't believe that our little Ruoruo is actually a little gourmet. She knows to observe carefully before eating, and she imitates her father by fanning and smelling the food, and then chews it very carefully after putting it in her mouth. She is really amazing."
When Feng Ruoruo heard Aunt Yanmei's praise, she did not respond immediately, but instead ate the fried rice in her mouth seriously.
After finishing eating, the little girl said with a smile: "I watched my dad eat like this, so Ruoruo wants to learn from him. Ruoruo also wants to be a judge like him."
Zhuang Daozhong smiled and asked, "Then, our judge Feng Ruoruo, which uncle's fried rice do you think is the best?"
Feng Ruoruo sat there and thought about it seriously. When it seemed that she needed to make a judgment, the little girl felt a little embarrassed.
Feng Yifan saw his daughter's embarrassment and said with a smile, "It's okay, Ruoruo can speak boldly."
With her father's encouragement, Feng Ruoruo said, "Uncle Xiaoma's fried rice is more fragrant. Ruoruo feels like she is eating meat. Uncle Xiaolin's is not as fragrant, but it is also one grain at a time. Ruoruo also thinks it tastes good."
Shi Jiahui smiled and said, "It's not okay if they are all delicious. What if Ruoruo has to choose one?"
This problem really made Feng Ruoruo very embarrassed.
At this time, Feng Yifan looked at the two empty plates on the table and said to everyone, "How about this, let's play a game. Each of us will put the spoon in the plate that you think is the best fried rice. We will each put our own, and you are not allowed to drag others into the plate."
After hearing what Feng Yifan said, everyone thought this method was quite interesting.
The children, in particular, found it very interesting.
Then, a group of people, including children, put their spoons in their favorite fried rice plates.
After everyone put their spoons away, they discovered that Ma Xiaolong had exactly one more spoon in the two plates than Lin Ruifeng.
At this time, neither Feng Yifan nor his daughter Feng Ruoruo put down the spoons in their hands.
Wang Chenchen asked curiously: "Sister Ruoruo, why didn't you vote?"
Feng Ruoruo pouted and said, "Then dad didn't put a small spoon either."
Su Ruoxi laughed: "You little thing, you still have to follow your father? Didn't Dad say that you can put the spoon on the plate of whoever you like."
Feng Ruoruo turned her head and looked at her mother seriously and said, "But mom, Ruoruo likes Uncle Xiaolin, but Ruoruo thinks Uncle Xiaoma's fried rice is also delicious, so Ruoruo doesn't know who to vote for."
Su Ruoxi was a little surprised by her daughter's words.
Everyone else present was also surprised.
Originally, everyone would think that a little girl like Feng Ruoruo would cast her vote casually according to her own preferences.
But now it seems that the little girl is actually considering it very seriously.
Even Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jiahui didn't think too much about it. Based on their years of experience, they chose the one they each thought was the best tonight.
Feng Yifan looked at his daughter with a doting smile on his face: "Well, then Ruoruo, tell me why you don't know who to vote for?"
Feng Ruoruo raised her little head and looked at her father, then looked at the two plates in front of her and spoke seriously.
"Dad, Ruoruo thinks both uncles' food is delicious. For example, Uncle Xiaoma's fried rice has a meaty taste, just like the meaty taste of the grilled skewers that Ruoruo had eaten before. Uncle Xiaolin doesn't have that taste, but Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice has a sweet and sour taste, which Ruoruo likes too."
Hearing the little girl mention the sweet and sour taste, many people present were surprised.
Wang Chenchen and Ning Guang, who couldn't hold back their words, said almost in unison: "It doesn't taste sweet or sour."
Lin Yanmei and Ning Cheng each stopped two children who couldn't hold back their words.
Zhuang Daozhong nodded seriously and said, "Well, Ruoruo is right. Xiaolin's fried rice does have a hint of sweet and sour taste, which is very light. But that sweet and sour taste can neutralize the greasy taste very well and also add a lot of taste layers to the fried rice, making people want to continue eating."
The chefs present basically all tasted the sweet and sour flavor.
But it seemed that no one else, except Feng Ruoruo, noticed the sweet and sour taste.
Su Ruoxi asked her husband curiously, "Why didn't we taste it? I took two or three bites, but I didn't taste the sour and sweet taste you mentioned."
Feng Yifan explained to his wife: "This is a demonstration of the chef's ability. If it could be easily detected, then the chef's skills would be too poor. In fact, you know that sweet and sour taste, it is a recipe I gave Xiaolin when I was cooking."
Su Ruoxi suddenly remembered after hearing this: "Ah, I know, it's that Mei Zi."
Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, but Xiaolin made some improvements. He added some lemon and reduced the amount of plums. This removed the greasiness and also made the sweet and sour taste lighter."
Su Ruoxi thought for a moment and asked again: "You haven't answered me yet, why can't we tell the difference?"
Su Jinrong answered from the side: "That's because many people usually prefer relatively heavy flavors, which makes the tongue less sensitive to certain flavors. In addition, the fried rice is hot when it comes up, and when you eat it while it's hot, the heat will make your tongue slightly numb, and you won't be able to taste the sweet and sour flavor."
After listening to Su Jinrong's explanation, everyone present seemed to understand why Feng Ruoruo tasted it.
Firstly, it might be because Feng Ruoruo’s tongue was sensitive to taste, and secondly, when Feng Ruoruo was eating, the temperature of the fried rice in her small spoon dropped.
Feng Yifan continued to look at his daughter and said, "It's okay. Ruoruo can think about it slowly."
When her father said this, Feng Ruoruo raised the small spoon in her hand, as if she had made the final decision.
Everyone watched as the little girl stretched out her hand and placed the small spoon on Lin Ruifeng's plate.
Seeing this, Wang Chenchen couldn't help but ask: "Sister Ruoruo, why did you vote for Uncle Xiaolin? Don't you like Uncle Xiaoma's barbecue fried rice?"
Feng Ruoruo said seriously: "Because fried rice shouldn't taste like barbecue."
Everyone was stunned again when the little girl said this.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, Zhuang Daozhong suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, we have studied for so long and thought so much, but in the end, we are not as clear-sighted as a child."
Shi Jiahui gave Feng Ruoruo a thumbs up and said, "Ruoruo said it very well. Ruoruo is really amazing."
Feng Ruoruo felt very happy to receive praise from Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jiahui.
But some of the other people present didn't understand why the two of them praised Feng Ruoruo so much
It was Zhuang Daozhong who started to explain: "The reason why I praised Ruoruo is because Ruoruo pointed out the most fundamental problem of the two fried rices. Ma Xiaolong's fried rice is indeed creative and tastes great. He even solved the problem of too much greasiness in barbecue fried rice.
But there is one thing he completely overlooked, that is, fried rice should taste like fried rice, not the same taste as barbecue. "
After hearing what Zhuang Daozhong said, the three foreign chefs present immediately understood.
But others still don't quite understand.
Ning Guang, who was standing next to Ning Cheng, couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, isn't it a great skill to be able to make fried rice taste like barbecue?"
As soon as Ning Guang opened his mouth, Ning Cheng became a little nervous, and he quickly pulled his brother to stop him from asking any more questions.
"What are you asking here? What qualifications do you have to ask here?"
However, Feng Yifan smiled and said to Ning Cheng: "It doesn't matter. Ning Guang is curious, so let him ask and let our Master Zhuang explain it."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Daozhong looked at Feng Yifan, smiled and nodded at him, as if to say, "You cunning guy."
But Mr. Zhuang also went on to explain: "Being able to make fried rice taste like barbecue is of course a skill, but cooking does not mean that if you make one ingredient taste like another ingredient, it means your cooking skills are very good.
The real talent of a chef lies in being able to preserve the flavor of each ingredient in a dish, and being able to find a way to balance it, highlighting one flavor while preserving the flavors of other ingredients. "
After saying this, Zhuang Daozhong asked seriously, "Okay, now let me ask, what are we eating here today?"
The adults didn't quite understand why the old man asked this question, so they didn't know how to answer.
But it was much simpler for the children. Feng Ruoruo took the lead and the children answered directly: "We eat fried rice."
Zhuang Daozhong smiled and nodded: "Yes, I came here to eat fried rice, but if the fried rice doesn't taste like fried rice, can it still be called fried rice?"
After listening to Zhuang Daozhong's words, everyone understood that Lin Ruifeng should be the winner of today's competition.
But at this time, the decision-making power is still in Feng Yifan's hands.
Because there are the same number of spoons on both plates on the table.
The remaining decision-making power lies in Feng Yifan's hands.
At the same time, during such a wonderful analysis, a lot of people gathered around Feng Yifan and his group, and many people who came to the night market were also very curious
After some insiders in the night market explained the situation, the diners visiting the night market were also looking forward to the outcome of the match between Raymond Lam and Ma Xiaolong
So at this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Feng Yifan.
Some people who didn't know Feng Yifan also learned of Feng Yifan's identity through introductions from people who knew him.
Naturally, no one had any objection to Feng Yifan making the final decision.
But after waiting for a while, Feng Yifan was still reluctant to put down the spoon in his hand.
Finally, Feng Ruoruo raised her little hand and patted her father's chin, then asked curiously: "Dad, hurry up and choose, now Uncle Xiaolin and Uncle Xiaoma are the same, whoever you choose will win, hurry up and choose, do you want to choose Uncle Xiaolin?"
Feng Yifan touched his daughter's little head, then raised his head and looked around.
Facing many pairs of eyes, Feng Yifan finally said, "Well, today, both Xiaolin and John have used all their abilities and corrected some of their previous problems. They have really made their fried rice to perfection."
At this time, everyone in the small market looked over here, and Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong were also called over by some diners.
The two men squeezed into the crowd and came in front of Feng Yifan.
Feng Yifan saw relieved smiles on the two people's faces.
"Ruifeng, you didn't let me down. Over the past few days, you have withstood the pressure and used your own understanding to improve the taste of the fried rice I left for you. Judging from this plate of fried rice tonight, you are already a winner, and you have exceeded my expectations of you."
After hearing these words, Lin Ruifeng smiled and felt relieved.
Feng Yifan said to Ma Xiaolong again: "John, your progress this time has exceeded my expectations. At least your creativity this time is your own thing. You are no longer just trying to imitate me. I am very happy to see that you can take this step."
Ma Xiaolong was naturally very happy to hear this, and couldn't help but say, "Chef, you should still call me Xiaolong."
In fact, the name "Xiaolong" was the name Feng Yifan always called him when he was with him, so he hoped to continue to be called that by Feng Yifan.
Feng Yifan raised the small spoon in his hand and said seriously: "Well, Ruifeng, Xiaolong, the result of today's competition is not that important. You two have completed my test of you and exceeded my expectations of you. As for the final victory or defeat, I hope you two can learn from your shortcomings and continue to work hard."
After hearing this, Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong looked at each other, and then they both nodded to Feng Yifan at the same time.
Such a result made some onlookers feel unacceptable.
I felt like I had been waiting for a long time, but in the end there was no result.
Feng Yifan stood up and said to the onlookers, "Okay, everyone, this game of ours is over. Sorry to have embarrassed you all. Let's continue to enjoy the food and buy some interesting things in our temporary night market. Thank you for your patronage."
After hearing Feng Yifan's words, some of the onlookers complained and dispersed, while others said they could understand and dispersed.
The onlookers dispersed, and the small night market became bustling again, with crowds of people starting to gather in front of the stalls.