"What a lovesickness! The artistic conception is far-reaching, just right, good, good!" Mr. Songtao put down the porcelain bowl in his hand, and thought about Ren Yue's words just now, as if he had been stepping on a small path in a dense forest, winding paths leading to secluded places, and then suddenly It reflects an open side, suddenly enlightened.
"Ms. Wen's desserts are so good for the teacher's praise! Ren Yue felt it." Ren Yue stood up, gave a slight salute, and gently tossed back his large white sleeved gown, like a white cloud, Leisurely and calm.
"Ren San, your mouth is really quick! But it's exactly what I thought!" Sheng Yaoshan's hearty laughter seemed more comfortable after Mr. Song Tao finished his evaluation.
"Just a martial artist, how can he appreciate the artistic conception of food, after the fact, it's boring." Ren Yue shook his head lightly, his long and narrow eyes slanted across Sheng Yaoshan's face.
"Hehe, Mr. Songtao will judge whether I am a rude person or not. Miss Wen's dessert today is really to my liking. If all the competitions in the past few days were full of praise, today's lovesickness will truly be the best." !" Sheng Yaoshan smiled cheerfully, not annoyed, his eyes shone brightly, shining warmly on Wen Rou.
"Hey, hey, what are you guys talking about? Whether it's good or bad, let's talk quickly!" Chef Zhang was still confident just now, and the lively little snacks really bought people's hearts. But now, seeing Mr. Song Tao's comments like this, and two noble sons helping him, Chef Zhang's heart fell into a trough instantly.
Standing gently and quietly in front of the stove, lowering his head slightly, the expression on his face is completely different from this heart-warming lovesickness.
Do not argue, do not speak.
It was as if she didn't hear what everyone said just now. Just a person immersed in her world, even isolated from it.
Although it was the final competition, although Chef Zhang's bet was so tempting just now, Rou Rou seems to not care about anything now.
"Rou'er. Rou'er, what are you thinking?" Wen Shouzheng was anxious. The judgment of Mr. Songtao and the judges over there had not yet been settled, but the girl here had already lost her mind.
Wen Shouzheng called out softly, wanting to remind Wen Rou, this girl should say something, even if it doesn't add points, it can add a lot of color!
"Ah? Is it over?" Rourou suddenly came back to his senses.
"Alas..." Wen Shouzheng let out a long sigh.
What's wrong with this girl today, so absent-minded, it must be this snack. It's also useless to complete it!
What else is there to say. Can't treat food wholeheartedly. No matter how skilled a chef is, the food has no soul and is just a delicious shell.
At this moment.
"Girl's lovesickness, the old man loves it very much. I can't comment." Mr. Songtao's voice seemed so distant at this time, and the lingering lingering sound seemed to have traveled through the long river of time and space.
"Good soup." Mr. Zhao nodded solemnly with a serious face, it seems that his decision is also very obvious.
"Lovesickness, I love it!" Master Qiao's eyes were moist. After the first lovesickness just now, Master Qiao, who has always been calm and calm, actually remembered a concubine who died of illness a few years ago. It was an unforgettable love. Only in Master Qiao's heart, never mentioned it to anyone.
Qiao Zizhang felt warm all over his body, but he didn't understand why the figure of the red sleeves became more and more clear in his heart in this bowl of lovesickness.
Even the young Liu Xian. He also sat there quietly and obediently. Although he doesn't know what lovesickness is, but this sweet but not greasy soup, full of flavor, really bought a seven-year-old child.
The world of children is actually very simple, as long as they are delicious!
After a while, the seven judges all gave the final decision, lovesickness, just lovesickness!
"I announce that after five rounds of competition, the winner of this Zuixianlou trial isβ" Master Qiao cleared his throat. At the critical moment, he, his boss, had to announce it himself. "It's Rou girl!"
Everyone's eyes focused on Gentle.
Sheng Yaoshan stood closest to Wenrou, he smiled happily, his white teeth, bright face, even the sharp lines on his face, became soft because of this heartfelt smile.
"That's great, Rou'er, I won! I won!" Wen Shouzheng was so excited when he heard Master Qiao's final announcement, he rushed forward with a big stride. It was as if he had won, not his daughter's tenderness.
It's no wonder that, long before the start of the selection competition, someone said that Ruan Rou was participating in the competition on behalf of her father, only on behalf of her father, no matter whether she wins or loses, she can only represent Wen Shouzheng!
At that time, the person who said this was only thinking of a thirteen-year-old girl with inexperienced qualifications and no experience in the world, who would only cry around when she lost the game.
At that time, although Wen Shouzheng felt dissatisfied, there was nothing he could do about it. Before the competition, he and his apprentice both injured their hands and missed the competition.
Faced with such unequal conditions, for the smooth progress of the competition, his thirteen-year-old daughter took all the consequences and responsibilities, Wen Shouzheng can be said to be scratching his heart.
Don't say that he won the game, even if all five rounds were tied, his daughter can be considered proud.
Now, the thirteen-year-old Wenrou has really won over Chef Zhang who has debuted for many years. It is conceivable how much joy Wen Shouzheng must have in his heart.
Moreover, just now, Chef Zhang insisted on adding this last round of the competition, the stakes can be described as very generous, that is, "If you lose, I will worship Gentle as your teacher."
Wen Shou was thinking about the tall Chef Zhang, who humbly bowed to his daughter, and almost laughed out loud.
"Father, I'm a little tired, so I'll go back first, and I'll leave this place to you." Wen Rou's soft words shattered the happy scene that Wen Shouzheng had imagined.
"Rou'er, you..." Just as Wen Shouzheng was about to speak, Rourou had come out from behind the stove, still lowered his head and lowered his eyelids, and walked out in a daze.
"This girl, it seems that she is really exhausted..." Wen Shouzheng looked at the gentle and thin back, and muttered to himself.
"Chef Wen, anyway, what I said earlier, Rou Yatou represents you, and now that you have won the competition, you two are no different from each other!" Under the stage, the workers of Zuixianlou began to boo.
"Yes, yes, come on Chef Wen!"
"Chef Wen, Chef Wen!" The audience booed and applauded louder and louder, and there seemed to be some applause in the middle.
"Chef Zhang apprentice!" Someone shouted.
"Hahahaha." The audience burst into laughter.
But Chef Zhang's face was stretched longer than that of Mr. Songtao's donkey, his face was ashen, and he didn't say a word.
Chef Zhang couldn't imagine why he had been making dim sum for more than 20 years, and why his best dim sum would be defeated by a thirteen-year-old girl.
Just because of an ordinary red bean and lotus seed soup
No, this soup is not ordinary!
Chef Zhang couldn't figure it out, ignored the crowd, went straight up, and filled a bowl of red bean and lotus seed soup from the still warm casserole.
Blowing gently, a spoonful of mouth.
Chef Zhang bowed his head and remained silent.
When he looked up again, tears were streaming down his face.
Acacia, this is Acacia.
Can move a dignified chef with a height of seven feet to the point of tears, only lovesickness;
The dignified chef who has always shown his cold face and seriousness was moved to tears, just lovesickness.
At this moment, Chef Zhang's heart, a shadow that had been blurred for many years, gradually became clear.
The unknown past is like the land blown by the spring breeze, a small grass sprouts softly, poking its head, growing weakly but strong.
In the near future, this grass will become a green and boundless sea of grass, extending from the heart to the sky.
It turned out that I have never forgotten her.
Chef Zhang silently recited a name in his heart.
"I lost." Chef Zhang calmed down the ups and downs in his heart, looked up to the sky and looked at the beams of the roof, tears gradually flowed back into his eye sockets.
"Teacher, apprentice!" Seeing Chef Zhang admit defeat, everyone booed even more vigorously.
But never thought, Chef Zhang said indifferently with an indifferent face: "I only lost to Rou girl, I only lost to Rou girl as my teacher!" After saying that, he walked out of Zuixianlou without looking back!
This is really an incomprehensible scene. Obviously the game has already been decided, and the result is clearly in front of you. In the end, the winner leaves the field early, and the loser is also arrogant.
However, there is one thing that can't be changed, that is, Wen Shou is the biggest winner in this competition. Although he hurt his hand, thanks to the blessing of Gentle, he can go to the provincial capital openly and aboveboard again!
Outside the Zuixian Tower, there was still the lively and peaceful past.
Walking on the street tenderly and full of worry, the slight cold wind blowing across her cheeks gradually calmed down her heart that was beating suddenly.
When he stopped, he was already outside the city.
Why are you out of town again
Gently looking at the withered yellow wild reed field in front of him, the snow from the previous days still lingered on the reeds, the white frost head, withered yellow straw, in the wide field of vision outside the city, it looked particularly desolate and desolate.
"εεε" there was a faint sound of water flowing.
Rou Rou raised her eyes and saw that the moat was still frozen quietly a few days ago, and she didn't know when there was a fresh flow of water.
When the Qijiu River opens, wild geese come.
The cold winter is gradually going away, and the early spring has arrived before you know it.
Suddenly there is a trace of softness and warmth in the gentle heart, presumably the willow forest where Mr. Songtao lives now must also be slightly exuding yellow and tender new leaves.
There was a long and empty flute sound, as if it came from the sky, or it seemed to gush out from the bottom of the water.
There is no one in the world who can play such a heart-warming flute sound, as if the sky and the earth are vast, empty and lonely, with no worries, no worries, only this heavenly flute sound.
Turn around gently.
Sure enough, not far away, a vast expanse of whiteness slowly approached.
Getting closer, slowly getting closer.
"If you are unhappy, the food will cry too. Look, today's lovesickness has made many people cry." Ren Yue's jade-like voice was slow and calm.