Yuan Xiaohong glanced at Cheng Lime with some embarrassment, of course she wanted to give her uncle's dish a higher score! But she didn't know which of these two plates of fried meat with bamboo shoots was fried by her uncle!

"I'll talk about it first!" Cheng Qinglime put down his chopsticks.

"Sister, say it quickly!" Cheng Qingsong looked at Cheng Qinglime expectantly.

Cheng Qinglime pointed to the plate of fried meat with bamboo shoots in the tray, and said: "This plate of fried meat with bamboo shoots has a strong taste, the fragrance of bamboo shoots is very strong, and the meat slices taste charred on the outside and tender on the inside, which is very good!

After listening to Cheng Qinglime's evaluation, a smug expression flashed in Cheng Qingsong's eyes, and then he hurriedly said, "What about the other plate?"

Cheng Qinglime looked at this plate of fried meat with green bamboo shoots, and couldn't help but pick up two pieces of bamboo shoots with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, but he had an expression of enjoyment.

Subsequently, Cheng Qinglime said: "This plate of fried meat with bamboo shoots, the color is the same as the fresh and tender bamboo leaves, it tastes with the natural fragrance of bamboo shoots, and the seasoning does not destroy the natural fragrance of bamboo shoots at all. ”

Listening to Cheng Qinglime's high evaluation of this dish, Cheng Qingsong's brows wrinkled unconsciously, and then quickly stretched, so as not to be seen by others to see his expression and guess which plate was fried by Yuan Dao!

Cheng Qingsong began to muttered in his heart, could it be that the old lady guessed which plate was fried by Yuandao?

"Sister, then you can score it!" Cheng Qingsong said.

Of course, Cheng Qinglime didn't know which plate was fried by her younger brother and which plate was fried by Yuan Dao, she just said her feelings fairly and justly.

"In this game, I will score 100 points! The full score is only 100 points, so I can only score 100 points!" Cheng Qinglime said.

Hearing this, Cheng Qingsong's hand under the table trembled unconsciously.

However, he still tried his best to make his expression natural, because there are still scores for Mom and Dad!

Then, Yuan Xiaohong also scored the two dishes.

Yuan Xiaohong scored ninety-four points for the dark one, and she scored ninety-five points for the turquoise one.

The reason why the scores are so close, only a one-point difference, is because Yuan Xiaohong really can't tell which plate is Yuan Dao's speculation! She doesn't want to make Yuan Dao unhappy because of the score.

Therefore, she simply gave the two dishes a similar score, but she felt that the plate of turquoise bamboo shoots fried pork tasted really delicious, so she gave this plate of turquoise bamboo shoots fried pork a score more than the plate of dark bamboo shoots fried pork.

In fact, if she didn't care about whether Yuan Dao would be angry, she would give full marks to that plate of fried meat with green bamboo shoots!

After listening to his mother's evaluation and scores, Cheng Qingsong couldn't hold it anymore, and a layer of sweat suddenly appeared in the palms of his hands......! Is Yuandao's stir-fried dish really so delicious?

Next, his father-in-law Cheng Mingzheng also scored the two dishes.

However, he didn't score as close as Yuan Xiaohong.

He worked in the Calligraphy and Painting Association all the year round, surrounded by a group of literati and artists, and over time, he was also edified, and his personality became very upright, and he did not disdain to lie and deceive people, nor did he disdain to be ambiguous. There is one to say one, and there is two to say two!

If it's delicious, it's delicious! If it's not delicious, it's not delicious! This is Cheng Mingzheng's style all along.

"This plate of turquoise bamboo shoots fried meat, I give full marks! Let me say it bluntly, this dish is the best fried meat with bamboo shoots I have ever eaten in the past 20 years, More than 20 years ago, an old painter of fairy wind and bones invited me to attend his birthday banquet and invited our top Chinese chef to cook, that time, I also ate the same taste of bamboo shoots fried meat as the dish in front of me!"

After speaking, Cheng Mingzheng couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks again, put a piece of bamboo shoots in the turquoise bamboo shoots fried meat plate and put it in his mouth, chewed it softly twice, he closed his eyes slightly, and seemed to have an endless aftertaste.

Seeing the expression on his father's face and his father's evaluation of this dish just now, Cheng Qingsong's face had become a little blue.

Even if Dad hasn't scored his dishes yet, Cheng Qingsong knows that he lost!

Lost completely!

The evaluation of the three people's fried dishes in Yuandao is much higher than that of their own fried dishes!

Then, Cheng Mingzheng opened his eyes and pointed to the plate of dark-colored bamboo shoots fried meat in the tray.

He said: "This plate of fried meat with bamboo shoots still tastes good, but it's just ...... Compared with that plate of stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots in turquoise color, it is very different! Not at all in the same grade! I'll give this plate of fried meat with darker bamboo shoots an 80 points!"

At this moment, the expression on Cheng Qingsong's face turned completely blue, and his hands under the table were clenched into a fist.

And the previous confidence on his face was gone.

The hatred for Yuan Dao in his heart has increased a little, he can't understand that he studied abroad and studied cooking at the same time, but it took a lot of effort to get the second-level chef certificate!

Yuan Dao, this guy, why is the food he makes better than his own!

Seeing Cheng Qingsong's anger in his eyes that he couldn't hide, Yuan Dao waved his hand: "Let's eat, don't care about the score!"

"Uh...... Eat, Uncle, eat more!" Yuan Xiaohong said embarrassedly, she thought that the reason why Yuan Dao said this must be that the plate with a low score must have been fried by Yuan Dao!

"Hmph! Losing is losing! But ...... I won't admit defeat!" Cheng Qingsong suddenly snorted coldly, and stood up directly, his clenched fists squeaked, and his face was a gritted tooth with an angry expression.

"You lost?" Yuan Xiaohong's eyes suddenly widened, and her face was full of surprise.

"That's right! If you lose, you lose! You are a man, you have the courage to admit it! At this point, my sister will give you a hundred points!" Cheng Qinglime also saw the anger in his brother's eyes, so he hurriedly said a word to comfort his younger brother.

She knows that her younger brother has always been very competitive since he was a child! Even if he went abroad to study for many years, his competitive personality has not changed in the slightest!

For the plate of impeccable and almost perfect bamboo shoots fried meat in terms of color and flavor that was fried by Yuan Dao, Cheng Qingling was not too shocked now, after all, she now knew Yuan Dao's identity!

A person who has created a huge business empire that is unimaginable to ordinary people at a young age must have his own merits, and Yuan Dao can win this small competition, in fact, it is not expected by Cheng Qinglime.

However, the mother-in-law Yuan Xiaohong and the father-in-law Cheng Mingzheng were shocked to a great extent!