The three-day preparation time passed in a flash, and seeing that tomorrow was the day of competition selection, the atmosphere in Zuixianlou after work was over was particularly tense.
Master Qiao brought Qiao Zizhang to the Drunken Immortal Tower at such a late hour for the first time, to boost everyone's morale, secondly, to see how everyone is preparing, and thirdly, to see what is there People signed up.
However, the closer the competition was, the more some people retreated, thinking that all the contestants were chefs, and the young apprentices who were quite aggressive before, but Fang Dashi was the only one who persisted in the end.
Hearing that Zuixianlou will start selecting chefs tomorrow, Hongxiu naturally felt fresh, and after begging for a long time, shopkeeper Li agreed to bring her to Zuixianlou to watch the fun.
Just after dinner, Hongxiu came to the back kitchen by herself, saying that she came to see if there was anything else that needed help, but shopkeeper Li couldn't hold her back, so she agreed.
"Hello, Master Qiao, and Master Zizhang!" All the people in Zuixianlou waited to say hello, and the red sleeves were hidden among the crowd. Qiao Zizhang followed his father's gaze across the crowd, and then gently landed on Hongxiu's body, his eyes couldn't help being happy.
"Shopkeeper Li, have you decided on the candidates for tomorrow's contest?" Master Qiao asked.
"Go back to the owner's house, everything is set, here is the list of participants." Shopkeeper Li said, and handed over the list for Master Qiao to have a look.
"Well, yes, all the chefs in the back kitchen are among them, and this apprentice is also quite accomplished. Hehe, it seems that tomorrow's selection will be very interesting!" Master Qiao was full of joy.
Qiao Zizhang came over, quickly went through the list of personnel, and couldn't help frowning, "Miss Wen, why didn't you participate?"
In fact, before this, Wen Shouzheng, Fang Dashi and others have asked, why doesn't Wenrou want to make a difference? Just thinking about it. In this selection, his father Wen Shouzheng will definitely win the first place, so what about the other one. Either Brother Stone, or one of the three chefs Tang, Zheng, and Zhang. Thinking if his father Wen Shouzheng was chosen. As an apprentice, I must go to the provincial capital with my father. In this way, whether to participate or not is not so important. It is better to leave some opportunities for others. Even if Wen Shouzheng goes to the provincial capital, it is good to have someone he knows well helper!
"Thank you, Master Zizhang, for your love. It's just that Rou'er knows that she has only a short time to learn cooking, and her skills are not as good as the chefs and brothers, so let's just watch the battle from the sidelines! I can also cheer for everyone!" Rou'er is very humble at the moment.
"Well, girl Rou is right. Since the conditions for this competition are broad, Qiao still hopes that more people from the back kitchen can participate. Even if they fail in the competition, it is still beneficial to gain some knowledge and experience. But If you are willing to watch the battle, there is nothing wrong with it, after all, watching the battle is also rewarding, and everything is voluntary, ha ha." Master Qiao smiled kindly.
"Sister Rou'er. I'll watch the battle with you tomorrow!" Hongxiu squeezed over and took Wenrou's hand.
The two girls looked at each other and smiled, and they agreed.
"So, let's all go back to rest early tonight! Tomorrow at six o'clock, the Drunken Immortal Tower will start!" Master Qiao finished his inspection with satisfaction, and explained carefully, before taking Qiao Zizhang to prepare to leave.
Hongxiu's eyes were rippling, although she was reluctant to part with her, but she still didn't dare to speak a word to Master Zizhang because of the crowd.
"Miss Hongxiu, Miss Wen, I'll go back first, see you tomorrow!" Qiao Zizhang probably saw what Hongxiu was thinking, and walked over generously, saying goodbye simply, which can be regarded as soothing the girl's heart.
"Rou'er, help me tidy up my tools!" Wen Shouzheng called out.
"Master, I'm going to prepare as well. I will learn from all the masters tomorrow!" Fang Dashi bid farewell to Wen Shouzheng with a red face. After all, an apprentice is competing among many chefs. In the eyes of outsiders, he really feels a little embarrassed. We can afford it.
"Brother Shitou! Come on! Don't forget that you are my father's great disciple!" Looking at Fang Dashi gently, she encouraged.
Fang Dashi looked into those eyes, and hurriedly dodged his eyes. The clever little junior sister showed extraordinary culinary talents everywhere. Fang Dashi knew that this tenderness must be to give others a chance, so he gave up the competition, so this time, he must live up to expectations and go all out!
Everyone dispersed one by one, and the chefs who will be participating in the competition tomorrow went silently preparing the tools for the competition with excitement.
Suddenly, "Ah!" There was a scream.
The quiet back kitchen was broken.
"what happened?"
"What happened?"
"It seems to be Shouzheng's small kitchen!"
"Go, go and have a look!"
Following the shout, everyone hurried to Wen Shouzheng's small kitchen.
I saw Fang Dashi sitting on the ground, clutching his right hand in pain.
"Ah! What's wrong with the stone?"
"Have you cut your hand?"
For a moment, Wen Shouzheng's small kitchen was in chaos.
"Stone, show me!" Wen Shouzheng pushed aside the crowd, squeezed in front of Fang Dashi, and said seriously, there seemed to be an irresistible force in his words.
"Master...my hand..." Fang Dashi moved his left hand away with difficulty.
God! After Fang Dashi's left hand was released, the wrist of his right hand was obviously distorted and deformed. It seemed that the wrist bone was still touching the flesh. The situation was extremely frightening.
"Ah!" Wenrou couldn't help crying out.
"Shitou, move slowly, can you try to move your right hand?" Wen Shouzheng squatted, and gently lifted Fang Dashi's deformed right wrist.
Who knows, Fang Dashi twitched all over before he even moved, and the sweat on his forehead immediately came down.
"It hurts, it hurts! Master, it hurts!"
"Ah! I'm afraid I'm hurting my bones, go and get the doctor!" Wen Shouzheng frowned, full of distress.
Several young apprentices ran out together.
Shopkeeper Li also rushed over after hearing the words, wearing red sleeves, "Everyone slow down, move the stone into my inner room."
"Everyone, be careful, this place...it's slippery..." Fang Dashi said painfully.
"Slippery?" Gentle felt the difference.
Although the back kitchen is full of greasy smoke stains, the habit that everyone has developed over the years must be cleaned every day, especially the floor and stove, which are clean and there is no chance of oil stains slipping people!
"Brother Shitou, speak slowly, what happened just now?" Seeing that the doctor hadn't arrived yet, Rourou gently wiped the sweat off Fang Dashi's forehead.
"I finished packing up the knives and was about to turn around and leave. I don't know what happened. When I got here, my feet felt like I was stepping on oil, and I couldn't stand upright. The whole person fell down, and then I wanted to use my hands to support it. Who The ground is really slippery, and the palm doesn't listen to it, so it just folded like this..." Fang Dashi lowered his eyes, looking pitifully at his deformed right wrist.
"Oil?" Wen Shouzheng also felt strange. His small kitchen was the cleanest. Both apprentices would clean it on weekdays. How could there be oil on the floor
"Don't worry about it so much. Chef Wen, carry the stone to me first, and we'll talk about it later when the Lang Zhong comes! Everyone, go back quickly! There is a competition tomorrow, and Chef Wen and I are here. Don't worry, everyone." !" Shopkeeper Li greeted the crowd, carefully carried Fang Dashi away, and dispersed the crowd.
Not long after, the doctor arrived panting, after a while of busy work. Shaking his head and sighing, "Oh! Fortunately, I didn't hurt the bone, but it was sprained badly. It looks like this little brother's wrist. I'm afraid it will take some days to heal..."
"Doctor, my hands will be cooking tomorrow!" Fang Dashi struggled to get up from the bed.
"Cooking?!" The doctor sighed again, "Brother's hands, not to mention cooking, even holding bowls and chopsticks! Remember to rest within seven days, don't move around, let alone use force! You prescribe a prescription, then apply a plaster, and it will take half a month for you to recover, if you don't follow, I'm afraid the injury will add to the injury, and this hand will be considered useless!"
The doctor's tone was serious, and then he prescribed a prescription, carefully applied a plaster, wrapped Fang Dashi's hand like a rice dumpling, tied a sling around his neck, and explained in detail before leaving.
"How could this happen! I want to compete!" Fang Dashi beat his head with one hand in pain.
"Stone, don't be like this. There will always be opportunities. You have followed me for many years. Everyone has seen the improvement of your craftsmanship. Take good care of your injuries. The next opportunity is in your hands!" Wen Shouzheng comforted Fang Dashi patiently.
At this moment, Wenrou quietly came to the small kitchen from Shopkeeper Li's inner room.
Under the dim kerosene lamp, everything in the small kitchen is not so clear.
The ground has been mottled due to long-term use. If you don't look carefully, you really can't tell where the oil stain Fang Dashi mentioned is!
Gentle squatted down, carefully inspecting the place where Fang Dashi slipped and fell just now.
As a result, I saw a gray imprint, which was stuck on the ground and mixed with the mottled ground into an altar.
"What is this?" Gentle and curious tried it with her hand.
"It's so slippery! It's really oil stains!" The gentle and delicate fingers rubbed lightly on the ground, and the slippery feeling came over, and it was the same when you tried it lightly. If the whole person stepped on it, no matter how unstable the center of gravity was, hit the stove next to it...
Gentle raised her body and looked at the knives placed on the stove... I couldn't help feeling a little ominous in my heart. Fortunately, brother Shitou hurt his hand when he sat down on his buttocks. If he or his father stepped on it, the knives would fall off again... The consequences are unimaginable...
Thinking of this, Ruan felt a chill down her back.
There are only three of us in the small kitchen, and there will be a competition tomorrow, but the grease stains appeared today, and it is clear that there is a purpose, who would do it
Gentle and contemplative, Fan Jian? The Yin family? Impossible, none of them have appeared before!
Coupled with the diarrhea incident in the past few days, this one after another incident is a bit too strange.
"Rou'er, did you find anything?" Wen Shouzheng stood behind Wen Rou at some point.
"Father, look, the oil stains here..." Gentle pointed to the ground.
"This ground has been used for some years, the spots are not clear, and the oil stains are not very obvious. Maybe we were negligent. We have been busy preparing for the past few days and have not checked carefully. We just need to pay more attention in the future!" Wen Wen Shouzheng sighed.
"Father, my daughter feels that the recent events seem to be related. It seems that the target is directed at us. You must be careful in tomorrow's competition!"
"Don't worry, Rou'er, I have carefully checked the knives for tomorrow's competition, and there are no problems. Besides, the venue, topic, and ingredients of tomorrow's competition are still undecided. Someone must have deliberately sabotaged it. There are so many people watching at the scene, it's too late!" Wen Shouzheng patted Gentle on the shoulder, comforting his daughter.
"Father, it's better to be careful!"
The figures of the father and daughter gradually disappeared into the night.