The young lady of the staff walked in front of Jiang Feng, it was the same as last time, wearing high heels, revealing her arm that had been working hard in the gym for two weeks but didn't seem to have any results, and her smile was full of murderous intent.

Today, she is going to be ashamed in front of Jiang Feng, let him see that her fitness in the past two weeks has not been practiced in vain!

Qi Shen Dantian, arm force.

A large casserole porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork was served steadily by the young lady of the staff.

After five seconds, the power is broken.

The young lady of the staff looked at the casserole full of preserved eggs and lean porridge in front of her, and her face was full of unwillingness and anger.

Why can't I hold your brother's eight-treasure porridge two weeks ago, and I still can't hold your damn preserved egg and lean porridge two weeks later?

The staff lady felt that she had gone to the gym for two weeks to take personal training classes in vain, the coach was neither tall nor handsome nor strong, not 1.92 meters, nor long legs, not even 1/10 of Zhang Guanghang's.

Jiang Feng wanted to help her very much, but he didn't have enough strength, after all, he was also half a disabled person now. The gauze on his left hand has not been removed, and the wound on the tiger's mouth has not yet healed, if he serves the pot of preserved egg and lean porridge in front of him today, his left hand is afraid that he will have to explain here.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Wu Minqi, who had been paying attention to Jiang Feng's movements at all times, came over and said to the young lady of the staff who was doubting her life: "This pot of porridge is a bit heavy, let me serve it for you." ”

At that moment, the young lady of the staff felt that Wu Minqi was an angel, exuding holy light.

Such a holy and beautiful woman, how can Jiang Feng He De be her boyfriend!

"Thank you. The staff lady said sweetly and glared back at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng: ......

I don't think that look in her eyes just now is a bit like looking at a rival in love.

Wu Minqi walked to the judges' seat with a heavy casserole full of preserved eggs and lean porridge, put it down, and the table trembled.

Han Guishan's eyes lit up, this amount is definitely more than the eight-treasure porridge last time!

Smelling the fragrance of the pungent preserved egg and lean porridge, Pei Shenghua's old habit of talking about tuberculosis made another mistake: "This Jiang Feng contestant's porridge is really a must, the sweet porridge is so good, and the salty porridge is not bad." ”

"Maybe it's talent. Zhu Chang couldn't explain why a 20-year-old young man was so skilled in making porridge, and his level was higher than that of those masters who had been cooking porridge for twenty or thirty years.

"It's a shame that he doesn't go to be a white case chef. Xu Cheng sighed.

"There's no pity, his red case is actually not bad. Tong Deyan began to scoop porridge.

Han Guishan had already drunk it.

Compared with eight-treasure porridge, he naturally loves preserved egg and lean porridge more, not sweet and sticky, salty, fresh and mellow, and the most important thing is that the touch of lean meat and preserved eggs in the mouth has always been his favorite.

Snorr, purr.

Bowl after bowl, I can't stop at all.

This is the feeling, this is the taste, this is the taste of his dreams! Although he has never drunk it at all, it seems to be familiar in a dream.

"It's not as good as the eight-treasure porridge he had last time. Xu Cheng was slightly disappointed.

"That's because you're too demanding, how can you make every dish the same good. Han Guishan took the time to defend his idols, and then buried himself in drinking porridge.

"It's actually really good, top level. Pei Shenghua said, scooping another small bowl, "With his age, there is nothing to find fault with being able to make such porridge." ”

It takes time and experience to make porridge, and generally speaking, the more experienced the porridge master, the better the porridge will be.

Jiang Feng is an exception.

Because he's a hanger.

"How long will it take for Guli's golden silk siu mai?" asked Han Guishan.

They chatted while drinking porridge, looking comfortable and comfortable, not like they were here to be judges of a food show, but like they were here to have a tea party.

"It's about 20 minutes, and it's steaming fast. Pei Shenghua said, seeing that there was still a lot of porridge in the casserole, he asked, "Mr. Han, do you want to distribute the porridge to the audience at the scene?"

"Okay. Han Guishan gave the assistant a look, and the assistant knew the meaning when he heard the string song, and asked him to get a bowl and spoon to divide the porridge.

The assistant personally handled the porridge, which can ensure that under the premise that Han Guishan is full of food and drink, he can bring a copy to his wife and children, so that every audience at the scene can taste it.

Experienced viewers knew what was going to happen from the moment they saw the staff holding the dishes and chopsticks.

Everyone craned their necks and stared at the pot of porridge on the judges' table expectantly.

"Honey, do you love me?"

"Ah, what did you just say? I'm looking at my phone and I didn't listen, what did you say?"

"Junjun, I remember that you don't like to drink porridge!"

"Who said I don't like to drink porridge anymore? Who is making rumors about me outside? I like to drink porridge, I especially love porridge, especially porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork!"

"You ......"

"Hey, you see they have chopsticks!"

“……”

The little brother on Ji Yue's left was obviously interested in her, and seeing that Ji Yue came alone and had no one to accompany him, he felt that this was a good opportunity.

"Hey, beauty, I don't like to drink porridge, otherwise you can help me drink my share!" The little brother decided to give up his appetite for the sake of sudden love.

Ji Yue glanced at him, there was no Zhang Guanghang Shuai, no Zhang Guang Hanggao, and no Zhang Guang Captain for visual legs.

It seems that he doesn't even look as good as Jiang Feng.

"No, I don't like porridge. Ji Yue said.

The little brother on Ji Yue's right couldn't help but look at her, and the girlfriend of the little brother on the right glanced at Ji Yue's face, and suddenly the alarm bell rang out, thinking that this was a wall pool that was not easy to mess with.

"Eh, don't you like to drink porridge, why don't I drink it for you?"

Ji Yue glanced at her, she was not white, the bridge of her nose was not as high as herself, she was not as good-looking, and her makeup level was not as good as her own.

Even the delicate and pretentious appearance is not as good as herself.

Nothing.

"Okay, I just happened to be losing weight. Ji Yue said with a smile.

The little brother's girlfriend was stunned.

Ji Yue held her head in the stands, in fact, what she really wanted to eat was the dishes made by her male god Zhang Guanghang.

Jiang Feng, who is not angry, cares about falling in love, and doesn't care about the life or death of an outdated old senior sister at all. It's been a week since I asked him for Zhang Guanghang's WeChat, and I know that when I fall in love, even Han Guishan's universal assistant > is dutifully sharing porridge, Han Guishan is drinking porridge on his mouth, but his eyes are staring at the steamer in front of Gu Li on the stage, thinking about how much he should change the speed of drinking porridge to, so as to leave enough stomach to support him to drink porridge while eating siu mai.

The speed of the assistant and staff was very fast, but in just a few minutes, the audience tasted the preserved egg and lean porridge that Jiang Feng cooked today.

"It's delicious!"

"Oh my God, how can there be such a delicious porridge!"

"Honey, you can also learn to make porridge!"

"Don't make a fuss, my dear, you better go and learn!"

"Oh my God......"

“……”

The same story is playing out over and over again.

Tong Deyan looked at the problem from a very strange angle, he turned his head to look at the audience for a long time, and asked, "Are the third row all Jiang Feng's family members?"

The body shape of the Jiang family is indeed the most dazzling and shining among the audience.

"It seems to be. Han Guishan glanced at it, "He has a lot of relatives." ”

Pei Shenghua also glanced at it curiously: "Their family ...... What a blessing!"

"Eh, is the one in the 4th row Wu Hanxue, sitting directly behind Jiang Feng and their family, and the one next to him seems to be his lover!" Pei Shenghua spotted Wu Hanxue with sharp eyes, "It seems that their parents have met!"

The atmosphere gradually gossiped.

The judges' style gradually shifted under the leadership of the coal woman group led by Pei Shenghua, Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang were all watching Gu Li on the stage, mainly because there was really no one to watch, and it was estimated that his golden silk siu mai was about to come out of the pot according to the time.

Sure enough, two minutes later, Coulee turned off the heat and the golden silk roast was sold.

The yellow egg skin is knotted on the shoulders of the siu mai, which is particularly conspicuous, and the small and bulging siu mai looks like a lucky bag from a distance, delicate and cute.

The characteristics of the golden silk siu mai are that the filling is thin and thin, fragrant and delicious, and it looks like an ordinary roast ** is more egg skin, but after all, this is a dim sum in the Manchu and Han banquets, and the taste is far better than the ordinary siu mai sold on the market.

It took nearly 20 minutes for Coulee to make the filling, so how could this siu mai be ordinary.

10 in one cage are perfect.

Each of the 5 judges has 5 judges, Han Guishan has 5 people, 5 siu mai belly, with the last bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge, 9 points full, just right.

"Hiccup. Han Guishan burped contentedly.

The scores of the 5 judges have been scored, and the staff lady is calculating the average score, and the champion will be announced in less than two minutes.

"Who do you think is the winner of this competition?" asked Pei Shenghua.

"Coulee. Zang Mu said.

"Coulee. Tong Deyan said.

"Coulee. Zhu Chang said.

"Coulee. Xu Chengdao.

"Gu Li?" Han Guishan was a little surprised, but soon relieved again, reminiscing about the porridge he just drank and the siu mai he ate, it seemed that it was indeed a better taste of siu mai.

His idol couldn't win the championship, and Han Guishan expressed some regrets.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our staff has counted the scores of the four contestants and calculated the average scores, and I will reveal the winners, runners-up and third runners-up of the 2nd Good Taste Cooking Competition. The host's sister stood on the stage again, and the audience was silent.

"Wu Minqi 8.8 points, Zhang Guanghang 9.2 points, Jiang Feng 9.2 points, Gu Li 9.3 points, let us congratulate Gu Li for winning the championship, Jiang Feng won the runner-up, and Zhang Guanghang won the third place. By the way, the voting for the Best Popularity Award is still ongoing, and our voting deadline is April 31 at 9 p.m., before that, everyone can log in to our official account on WeChat and call your favorite contestants. ”

Coulee is the champion.

Missing out on the championship, Jiang Feng inevitably had some regrets, especially when he only lost by 0.1 points.

"Congratulations. Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang looked at Gu Li at the same time and said to him.

But no matter what, he deserved to win the championship.

Let's hand over the microphone to the five judges to hear what they have to say about the dishes of these four contestants. The host's little sister said sweetly.

Zhu Chang picked up the microphone.

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