In Ma Tianyao's words, the proportion of water and rice must be appropriate, a little more rice will be dry, and a little more water will be wet, that is, thin, and Fan Tong is indeed not blown, which is very well controlled.

After the water and rice were put into the pot, the difference between the two was revealed, Ma Tianyao naturally used prepared firewood this time, while Fan Tong used a special fuel brought from the car, white square paste, the flame was white when burned, and the flame could not be seen at all if you didn't look carefully.

At first glance, it looks a little similar to fixed alcohol, but Ma Tianyao knows even if he is a fool that this thing must be extraordinary, otherwise it would not be treasured by Fan Tong in a satin box.

"It seems that most of this thing is particularly helpful for making porridge......

Ma Tianyao muttered in her heart, but she was only slightly distracted, and then carefully stirred up the flames, wood with iron pot, this is simply a perfect match.

It's just that the burning of wood is not as stable as carbon and blasting, so you have to be extra careful.

It didn't take much effort, Ma Tianyao became a big black face, to be honest, it was the first time for her to cook porridge with wood, although she could control the heat, but she couldn't control it from choking and smoking smoke.

This process is extremely boring, Ma Tianyao is choked and coughs from time to time, and Fan Tong's side is not easy, his new fuel seems to be particularly afraid of wind.

I saw that he had his butt to the left for a while, and then his butt to the right, and finally he was really helpless, and he asked the young driver who was traveling with him to help.

The little fat man and a few other people looked at it with great interest, and looked here and there for a while, and in the eyes of these people, the way these two people boiled porridge seemed to be nothing unusual, and even some rural women were quite disdainful.

Minutes and seconds passed, about thirty minutes later.

The fragrance of the two iron pots came out one after the other......

"Cooked!"

"Cooked!"

The two of them spoke in unison, glanced at each other, and their expressions were solemn, they were both proficient in porridge Dao, just by the smell of leakage, they knew that the porridge cooked by the other party was not simple.

So after the porridge was cooked, Fan Tong awkwardly swallowed the sarcastic words in his stomach, just smiled faintly and blew out the paste fuel, and carefully put it away.

Then he introduced indifferently.

"My rice, is the Xishu Jiulong Mountain belly wild white rice, ripe rice grains such as white hair, slender and crystal clear, after artificial improvement, the rice grains are slightly coarse, the taste is superior, the market has a price, is the real wild pure natural rice. ”

Ma Tianyao nodded and spoke.

"My rice is my Zhenxiang brand rice specially purchased from the Hongyun Grain and Oil Store in Meadow Town!"

Fan Tong listened calmly, and then almost knelt for Ma Tianyao, spitting out a mouthful of black blood in a daze, and his hands trembled.

"What the hell? What the hell did you buy it at the Red Cloud Grain and Oil Store in Meadow Town? What does it mean to buy it specially?"

"Oh, it's very simple, my boss and I are from the same village, so it's cheaper than ordinary people. ”

"I ...... Poof......"

Fan Tong really vomited blood this time, he originally thought that the other party's rice had an old man, but it turned out that the other party's rice was bought from the grain and oil store.

And...... It still seems to be a miscellaneous brand, and he has never heard of it at all.

Adjust your mindset and snort.

"Hmph, did you see my fuel just now? This is called a solid combustible wax block, which I asked the R&D team to customize for boiling white porridge, and the white porridge burned by this fuel has a light and elegant fragrance, like a mountain spring flowing, and the stream is gurgling......

"Oh, my fuel ......"

Ma Tianyao pulled out an unburned wooden stick from the stove and raised his mouth to introduce.

"This is the dead wood I picked up from the woods, huh...... Probably poplar branches...... Pine branches...... Elm branches......"

"Hahaha...... You ......"

Fan Tong laughed and was just about to taunt him, when the little fat man next to him scolded impatiently.

"What's the matter, it's not comparable? Really take us judges seriously? Deduct 10 points from you first! Make you proud!"

With a wave of his hand, he planned to let the ten judges he found serve porridge, in his opinion, no matter how good you Fan Tong is, you can't cheat yourself, as long as ten people drink porridge, raise their hands together and let Ma Tianyao win, everything will be OK.

It's a pity that he is smart, and others are not stupid, as soon as he waved his hand, the green tendons on Shao Liu's head next to him bulged.

"Slow !!"

With a scold, everyone's eyes looked at Mr. Shao.

"Little fat man, don't think I don't know what tricks you play, hehe, want to be a judge? I satisfy you, but this porridge matter will not trouble you! Ten judges, please go to another table and wait for a while!"

The surnamed Shao sneered and beckoned, Fan Tong and the young driver nodded, and the two of them first put the porridge in the two pots into the exact same iron basin, and then into the bowls they brought.

These bowls are finely crafted and have a delicate dragon pattern on the outside, like pieces of art, encased in a fine brocade box.

Obviously, this kind of thing seems to have been accustomed to Fan Tong for a long time, and even the bowl was brought with him, all kinds of rules were clear, and Xiaopang wanted to pit him, obviously miscalculated.

These people mixed two portions of porridge into ten small bowls, and they looked almost identical on the outside, but only Ma Tianyao saw it, and when these people took the bowls, the bottom of these bowls was different.

Five are written in the Shunzhi year, and five are written in the Kangxi year!

Ten servings of white porridge were brought to the square table in Qi Guoqing's house, and the chubby group of people were all stupid......

"This, this, this...... What's going on?"

Sure enough, the little fat man panicked when he saw this situation, his eyes swirled back and forth on the ten identical bowls, and then looked at the ten supports he had found, but these ten supports were also looking at him in a panic.

"Hehe, what's this? Now the porridge is here, can you drink it?"

Mr. Shao sneered and spoke, and a middle-aged woman muttered quietly.

"This bowl is exactly the same, who knows who drank it?"

"You are only responsible for finding out which five are delicious, and as for how to distinguish these bowls, I won't bother you! Of course, if you don't want to, I don't want to force you to ......."

"Drink!"

The little fat man plucked up his courage, the ten tosses nodded one after another, and tasted them one by one with a spoon, Ma Tianyao was still worried before, but after the porridge was successfully boiled, all the worries were thrown out of the clouds.

The system has already prompted that this time she has boiled it out, and she has already answered the first product! That is, the top within the scope recognized by the system, even if Fan Tong is a bull B, at most she will have a tie with herself.

And...... Fan Tong's porridge has been systematically identified just now, but it's just three grades!

"This bowl...... Seems to be more ......"

A middle-aged woman picked up a bowl and tasted it with some hesitation, while another shook her head and sighed.

"It's so hard to find, why do I think these bowls are about the same......"

"Mine too, I wonder if these ten bowls are from a pot......"

"Anyway, let's go by feeling......"

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