"Ren San, my plate..." Sheng Yaoshan muttered in an embarrassing tone.
Obviously, he told this boy Ren Yue before that he had eaten this plate. At the beginning, this boy also agreed wholeheartedly, and he said don't worry, he can't mess with others! The only way I can't get mixed up is to hang up my plate, this... what is this called!
Don't look at Sheng Yaoshan's carelessness in leading troops to fight on weekdays, but if it is true that the eyes of the people in a room are all focused on the half plate of fried rice with eggs that he has eaten, he is really embarrassed.
He only frowned, and lightly tugged Ren Yue's sleeve a few times, signaling Ren Yue to finish the inspection quickly.
"What you have eaten, why did you ask me to inspect it?" Ren Yue turned around quietly, and with an understatement, he almost made Sheng Yaoshan spit blood out of anger.
"Ren San, you! You were the one who said it just now, you can't get along!" Sheng Yaoshan was about to get angry when he saw the eyes of all the people in the room, he immediately lowered his voice and restrained his momentum.
"Isn't that for you to put there! It didn't move, so you can't get mixed up." Ren Yue's eyes were half a smile, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. The son's jade-like appearance and polite attitude made Sheng Yaoshan angry. Almost internally wounded.
"Okay, you're good, I'll test it myself!" Sheng Yaoshan's mouth twitched a few times, a trace of sharpness flashed on his heroic cheeks, and a trace of indifferent open-mindedness flashed across his complexion.
This Ren Yue not only looks like a woman with thin skin and tender flesh, but also has such a womanly way of doing things! What happened to what I ate? Still disgusted! It's not like letting him continue eating from the same plate! What kind of cleanliness are you pretending to be here! Make me dignified General Sheng lose face in front of the elders in Xianyang! Although Sheng Yaoshan didn't say anything, he had already cursed Ren Yue thousands of times in his heart.
"What you have eaten, of course you do it yourself." Ren Yue wrote again in a light tone, which aggravated Sheng Yaoshan's internal injury.
"I don't have the same knowledge as you today, let's fight one-on-one another day!" Sheng Yaoshan walked past Ren Yue and squeezed out this sentence from between his teeth. Although he said it softly, Ren Yue could hear him clearly.
"Okay." Ren Yue followed suit lightly.
There was no reason for the passing agreement, and the two teenagers hit it off instantly. No third person knows.
At this moment, everyone followed Sheng Yaoshan again, focusing on the plate of fried rice with eggs.
I saw Sheng Yaoshan slapping the table with his bare hands, the plate of fried rice with eggs jumped up, the plate turned over in the air, and the plate fell, but the full plate of fried rice with eggs seemed to be frozen in the air, and the speed of falling was obviously slow a lot.
When I looked at Sheng Yaoshan again, I saw him staring straight ahead with piercing eyes; the palm of his right hand was open. into the air. The left hand is behind the back.
What a big aura!
There was a wave of waves in Ren Yue's heart. That boy Sheng Yaoshan is using his internal force to hold the plate full of rice in the air.
Everyone exclaimed in unison!
Amazing! It can actually hold rice grains still in the air!
It was during this still period that everyone present once again looked at the egg fried rice from all angles.
All gold and silver, without exception!
certainly. Chef Zhang also saw it, and watched it more carefully and for a longer time than others.
Immediately, his fat and round face seemed to lose its shape, changing from the previous perfect circle to an ellipse, a long ellipse.
"Huh!" The rice still in the air, after everyone blinked a few times. Returned to the plate again, intact.
Sheng Yaoshan walked straight over, picked up the plate of fried rice with eggs, and touched the chopsticks again.
"Everyone can see clearly? Yaoshan has also finished the inspection, Miss Wen is really amazing!" Sheng Yaoshan said. I couldn't take care of the words in my mouth anymore, so I got busy and tasted the delicious egg fried rice.
"Rough people are rough people! Unbearably vulgar!" Ren Yue shook his head lightly, expressing his helplessness at Sheng Yaoshan's actions, and the moment he turned around, he met his gentle gaze again in the air.
One is as calm as water but bottomless.
One is crystal clear but shimmering.
"What's wrong with her? She seems to be hiding from something?" Ren Yue's intuition made a judgment, and immediately staggered his gentle gaze.
"This rice..." Ren Yue picked up the plate of fried rice with eggs again, and while enjoying it leisurely and elegantly, he was stunned by the deliciousness of the fried rice.
No greasy, no hard stalks, the rice is sweet and springy, and the eggs melt in your mouth. Ren Yue has never eaten this simple bowl of fried rice with eggs, but he is as familiar as if he had eaten it somewhere.
Without thinking too much, Mr. Zhao has already opened his mouth.
"Since the third son Ren and General Sheng have both tested it, Miss Wen's egg fried rice can be said to be genuine and worthy of the name! Chef Zhang, should you be convinced now?"
"Hmph! It's just a coincidence!" Chef Zhang snorted coldly, with a worried expression on his face, turning his eyes away, and never looked at Wen Rou again.
"Sir, it seems that there is no result for this staple food competition?" Liu Xian's immature childish voice sounded again.
"That's right, I was so busy admiring the unexpected surprise that I forgot about the business!" Mr. Song Tao nodded and smiled, casting his vote of support for Wen Rou. Not only does this girl cook a single noodle well, but she also wins the battle against Chef Zhang directly with the same egg fried rice!
Qiao Zizhang also supported gentleness. After hesitating for a moment, Master Qiao voted for Chef Zhang. After all, Chef Zhang's strength and status should give him some face.
Mr. Zhao supports Wenrou, and Liu Xian, needless to say, definitely supports his sister Wenrou.
As for Boss Lu, the ticket was obviously given to Chef Zhang.
So in the staple food showdown, Wenrou beat Chef Zhang five to two.
"Oh! Sister Wen wins! Sister Wen wins!" Liu Xian cheered happily.
"Master, sister Rou'er won! I won!" Fang Dashi was very excited. Although his arm was bandaged and hung around his neck, he still tightly held Wen Shouzheng's good hand with his other hand.
"I saw it, I saw it!" Wen Shouzheng was also very excited.
"Miss Wen is amazing to be able to make fried rice so perfect!" Sheng Yaoshan praised sincerely.
Ren Yue still looked calm, lazily and gracefully leaning against a red pillar in the front hall of Zuixianlou, silent.
"It seems to be too early to draw conclusions now, isn't there still a competition unfinished?" Chef Zhang murmured with a sullen face.
"Hehe, Mr. Songtao, please!" Master Qiao walked over, whispered beside Mr. Songtao, and then handed over another envelope.
"Everyone, please be quiet. Since Boss Joe intends to give me this face, I will make the announcement of the competition perfect. There will be a soup showdown at lunch time tomorrow, and the ingredients will be determined by yourself. The reason why I want to tell you two in advance , because it takes time to prepare the soup, so prepare it properly!" Mr. Songtao cleared his throat, took out the note from the envelope, and announced.
"Soup?! Just one word?" Wen Wen was stunned, and then smiled confidently.
Chef Zhang's face was dark, he didn't even clean up the stove, he just shook his hands, turned and left.
"This guy is really worthless. Didn't he just lose a game! As for showing everyone his face like this!" Some people in the crowd began to be dissatisfied.
"Rou'er. Do you have an idea?" Wen Shouzheng ignored Chef Zhang's performance at all. She just stood by Gentle's side with concern.
"Father, let me think about it." Wen Rou calmed down and walked out of the competition area with a calm expression.
"What kind of soup are you going to make..." Rourou sat in the small kitchen of the back kitchen, holding her cheek in one hand. He was carelessly playing with a white porcelain teacup with one hand, and kept turning it on the stove.
"Sister Rou'er, are you still thinking about it?" Fang Dashi came in with one hand dangling, saw Wen Rou's appearance, and immediately leaned on the stove to help Wen Rou find a way.
"You two are here? Drink some water, you've been busy all day, take a break and think about it." Wen Shouzheng walked in, holding a teapot in his hand. Just the white porcelain cup that I was playing with gently, took two more from the side, and filled three cups with a "squeak".
Clear and colorless white water poured into a white porcelain cup, pure and without impurities. Only Xu was steaming and quietly placed in the cup.
Wen Shouzheng's bad tea is actually because there is no good tea stock in the back kitchen of Zuixianlou, and the slightly higher-grade tea is either kept by shopkeeper Li or in the hands of Master Qiao.
No matter how good Wen Shouzheng's skill is, to follow this rare and expensive thing is more than he wants but not enough strength. If you come and go again and again, you will stop thinking about it, and it is not good for tea now.
"When the water is clear, there will be no fish, and when people observe it, there will be no disciples." Wen Ting also followed in at some point, picking up the teacup in front of Wen Rou and muttering to himself for no reason.
"Brother, what did you say?" Gentle eyes suddenly brightened.
"I said the water is clear..." Wen Ting muttered to himself, before the words fell, Wen Rou had already rushed out of the door.
"Rou'er!" Seeing this, Wen Shouzheng cried out, and immediately chased after her.
Only Fang Dashi was left still leaning against the stove in a daze, unable to recover.
Wen Ting muttered: "This crazy girl, did I say anything?"
...
In Wen's kitchen, Rourou sat on the floor, leaning against a large water tank, with a yellowed old book on her knees, looking for something urgently but seriously, regardless of the coldness of the ground.
"Rou'er! But do you have any new ideas?" Wen Shouzheng has a sharp eye, and at a glance, he recognized this yellowed old book as the ancient score given by Chef Gao before, and immediately moved over, sitting beside Wen Rou .
"Father, tell me, how do you judge a good broth?" Rourou continued to search without raising her head, and asked casually.
"The color is clear, the soup is clear, and the taste is clear. When you first look at it, it is unpretentious; when you smell it for the first time, it is plain; Can't forget. This is the highest state of soup." Wen Shouzheng looked at the top of his head emptyly, and said lightly.
"Has dad ever made this kind of soup?" Rou Rou asked.
"I have never achieved this kind of skill, but because of improper technique, I can't pursue the state of Sanqing..." Wen Shouzheng was thoughtful, his eyes were empty, as if he was looking at something, but he didn't seem to be looking at anything.
"Found it!" Rourou suddenly shouted excitedly.