Chapter 1684: Modern God of Cookery VS Netwen Dashen 18
When someone asked about the ingredients used in Shu Ange's dishes, her voice was crisp and pleasant, and she didn't hide it, and she told all the tips for cooking.
During the hot tasting, some diners fished out the flower **** in the elbows, and the delicate shape made people could not bear to use chopsticks.
As soon as they took a bite, the salty aroma of the vegetables mixed with the meat made them unable to stop their chopsticks.
In less than half of the final trial, Shu Ange's three dishes had been eaten completely, not even a drop of soup was left.
The popularity of her dishes is evident by comparing the dishes left on the table of other contestants.
Several chefs who were originally confident, saw this scene and felt a little embarrassed in their hearts, but did not show it.
This year's food industry has really hit evil, with Mu Lian in the front and Pang Yudie in the back.
The exciting scoring session arrived, and Shu Ange calmly waited for the result.
In the final, there is a ten-point system. After a brief discussion, several expert judges gave Shu Ange a high score of 98, 99 and 97.
The gluttons don't pay much attention to it, and they fly with 10 points one by one.
When it was their turn to rate the other contestants, they were very stingy, giving a net 7 or 8 points and picking out a lot of faults.
The crab powder lion head is not authentic enough, the taste of Dong'an chicken is too old, and the chefs who directly said it are gloomy.
At the end of the scoring, Shu Ange won the championship without any suspense.
After the award ceremony, she declined the invitation and retention of the Dingsheng Hotel, and returned to the countryside with all the burdens.
Now is not a good time for a complete comeback, she plans to return to the sea market after a while.
However, it won't take long for the Mu family to jump.
The train was running on the rails, and the night was shrouded in fog. Shu Ange lay in the sleeper and fell asleep peacefully.
"Cheng Huai, I saw her! She won the championship in the Qingxi God of Cooking Competition, and she is Pang Yudie!"
Mu Lian opened her eyes wide and pressed her hands on the keyboard firmly. The faint light from the screen reflected on her face, making her look a little grim.
Cheng Huai's soul condensed a little bit, as if it were real, standing next to Mu Lian with arms folded.
His thin lips pursed into a line: "Don't worry, it's just the champion of the city-level competition, I haven't paid attention to it yet."
Mu Lian felt like she had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, she suddenly stood up from the chair, clicked the mouse in a hurry, and logged into the registration system of the food competition.
The three characters Pang Yudie appeared in the registration list.
"Pang Yudie has signed up for the Global Chinese Food Contest. Look at her name, how dare she?"
Mu Lian's face was in disbelief, her fingers poked at the screen, wishing she could stab Pang Yudie.
"Also, isn't she fat like a pig? Why did she lose so much weight all of a sudden, and she's more beautiful than before."
Mu Lian was a little panicked, Cheng Huai wrapped her in his arms, and the bone-cold body temperature made her shiver.
"Don't be afraid, no matter how much she makes waves, she won't be able to turn the palm of my hand."
Cheng Huai's voice was indifferent, without a trace of emotion.
Under his comfort, Mu Lian took a deep breath and switched the computer interface to the page of the report on the Qingxi Food Contest.
She read the content of the communication over and over again, frowned and said, "I have a friend in Qingxi City. I'll call and ask what's going on."
"Just ask."
Cheng Huai was very supportive of Mu Lian's approach, and she called one of the judges.
"Hello, is this Teacher Xie?"
"Yes, what's the matter? Why is Miss Mu suddenly free to find the old man?"
"Mr. Xie is very polite, you are not an old man. I read on the Internet that there was a food competition held in Qingxi City recently, and the champion was Pang Yudie. You are one of the judges. Do you know the origin of the champion?"
"You said the champion, he is a good seedling. He is not young, but his cooking skills are very good. Many old people have been compared by her. I think you have the style."
Mu Lian was irritated and reluctantly replied: "So that's the case, then do you know where she is now? Pang Yudie is my uncle's daughter. She suddenly disappeared, causing the Bazhenlou to be in constant twists and turns. I hope to find her as soon as possible. she."
Naturally, she didn't want Pang Yudie to take over Bazhenlou, but she couldn't let her escape her control outside.
The situation in front of him made Mu Lian feel out of control. He wanted to control all the variables in his hands. It turned out that he belonged to Bazhenlou.
"Ah? It turns out that she is Pang Yudie from Bazhenlou. I thought she had the same name and surname. Wait a minute. Then I will mention it to the people who organized the game and ask them if they know her place."
"Teacher Lao Xie, I have time to play in the sea market."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Lian became more and more impatient. She put her hand on her hair and frowned and said, "Where is Pang Yudie? Why did she suddenly lose weight? How did she win the championship of the cooking competition?"
Seeing that Mu Lian was too excited, Cheng Huai felt a little unhappy.
He has cultivated for so long, counting on her family to become a mistress, and her performance is so disappointing.
"Calm down, Lian'er, you don't have to worry about me."
"Calm down, how can this make me calm? My father and I are working together to make Bazhenlou better and better. She suddenly appeared to pick peaches. How can I bear this breath!"
Mu Lian's eyes were red, and she could not wait to grab Pang Yudie and bite a piece of meat from her.
"No, I have to go home and discuss with my mother what to do."
In the face of major events, Mu Lian is still habitually relying on her mother.
The fog drifted in the small village, Shu Ange got out of the taxi, and walked away from the hospital with a leisurely expression.
Jiang Haichao was holding Xiao Huangdou and standing outside the courtyard wall with Xiaohuo, his brows were beaming, and he was full of youthful spirit.
Red walls, green tiles, green bricks, and flowing water in the distance.
Jiang Haichao's ruddy face was like white paper dyed with rouge, and her slender figure reminded her of a vigorous willow tree.
"You're back!"
Jiang Haichao waved to Shu Ange with all his strength, his eyes filled with joy, as bright and clear as spring water.
"I am back."
Shu Ange was carrying a backpack and a bag of ingredients in his hand, walking freely and casually.
She didn't expect Jiang Haichao to wait for her in front of the door early in the morning, and looked at him with a little more surprise.
"Congratulations on Triumph."
When Xiao Huangdou saw Shu Ange, her little body struggled, her nose arched towards her.
"The little guy misses you too."
Seeing this, Jiang Haichao put the little soybean on the ground, it spread its hooves happily, and ran to Shu Ange's feet like a gust of wind.
She carried something with one hand, and picked up Xiao Huangdou with one hand.
"Little thing, I have gained weight recently, are you naughty at home?"
"Soybean is very good. You came back so early. I thought you would arrive home later."
"I came back by taxi, why did you get up so early? It's just dawn."
(Small water flows feelings)