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The young men and women in the arena were holding wooden sticks and standing in their positions, as if waiting for something.

Lin Zeng noticed that after more than 20 minutes of beating with sticks, most of them turned red and their breath was panting.

However, there are also differences between them.

For example, Jiang Hua just mentioned two young people, Liu Yi, a short-haired woman, and a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, they just sweated slightly, and after waiting for a while, their breathing gradually stabilized.

And the fat man who was despised for selling baked cakes, his face was sweating like water, he was panting heavily, and his fat body was shaking.

"Okay! This year's rice dumplings have been completed. As for the skills of these juniors, according to the old rules, please ask the previously selected judges to identify them one by one. ”

The voice fell, and some middle-aged and elderly people walked out of the crowd one after another, some of them looked calm, some were smiling, and some were eager to try, walking towards each bluestone platform.

"Uncle Mi," Jiang Hua's voice was clear, and the whole audience could hear it without a loudspeaker, she walked out of her position and said, "Can I go up and have a taste too?"

As soon as Jiang Hua spoke, the whole audience immediately saw her.

Most of the middle-aged and elderly judges had a good-natured smile on their faces.

At this time, one of the youngest strong men, about forty years old, grinned, and immediately stopped, and spoke like a bell, as if he had a woofer.

"Big painting, since you're back, I definitely want you to go up, you weren't there last year, and the boys are all slack. ”

Jiang Hua was not polite, he was not polite, and walked directly to the group of middle-aged and elderly judges. She was the youngest of them, but no one objected to her coming forward.

Lin Zeng felt that the young people who were performing the plum blossom stick method off the field seemed to be more nervous.

The strong man who had retreated walked to the position where Jiang Hua stood in front of him and looked at Lin Zeng unabashedly.

Lin Zeng retracted his gaze, nodded at him, and said hello with a smile.

"You're the boyfriend of the big picture?" The strong man wearing only a thin T-shirt, the muscles of his arms almost broke through the sleeves, and the most special thing about him was that his knuckles were particularly thick.

Lin Zeng came to Jiangfeng Town, and he had heard all kinds of people call Jiang Hua differently.

Jiang Niu, painting girl, Jiang family girl, Jiang family girl......

He nodded, and his gaze returned to Jiang Hua in the martial arts arena.

At this time, Jiang Hua walked up to the first young woman with a wooden stick and took a small piece of bright red rice dumplings that she handed over.

"Hehe, tomorrow the big painting will definitely come to my house to play, you have to come over together!" The strong man who is at least 1.9 meters tall, "hehe" smiled, his smile was very honest and not annoying.

"Okay. Lin Zeng replied with a smile, and at this time, Jiang Hua's voice had already sounded.

"Spring rolls, the taste of your rice dumplings this year is much worse," Jiang Hua said in surprise, "When you make the sticks, you use too much force and the harvest is insufficient, so the texture of the rice dumplings is not uniform, and some places are too hot." In the past, although the taste of your rice dumplings was not smooth enough, the texture was delicate, and it was definitely the best quality, and this year it will definitely not be used for worship. ”

When Jiang Hua commented, her voice was not loud, but Lin Zeng was not far from her, and her hearing was also very good, so she could hear what she was saying.

"Haha, Spring Roll Niu just gave birth to a baby half a year ago, and her body has not yet recovered to its best condition. An old lady standing beside Jiang Hua said with a smile with kind eyes.

"Oh, I see. Jiang Hua nodded in realization.

The woman known as the "Spring Roll" didn't mind Jiang Hua's words, she moved her wrist a little helplessly, and said: "I often hold children, my wrist has tenosynovitis, and my waist is often sore. ”

Lin Zeng saw the judgment on the field, and they each looked for blood glutinous rice dumplings that felt good, then took a small bite, then nodded, and walked to the others again.

Some people do not eat the blood glutinous rice dumplings, but in their mouths, chew a few bites, and then spit them out.

Especially the fat man who sold the baked cakes, many judges were in front of him, just pinched the blood glutinous rice dumplings that could still see the rice grains with his hands, shook his head speechlessly, and then turned to leave.

Some old people also poked Brother Baked Cake's head and muttered a few words.

But there was only Jiang Hua in the field, and he tasted all the blood glutinous rice dumplings beaten by everyone very seriously.

Even if it is the most unreliable fat man who bakes cakes, Jiang Hua also ate a large piece.

The strong man who didn't know what his name was was next to Lin Zeng to help him explain.

"The tradition of our Wenwu Town, every small year, let the young people in the town use the plum blossom stick method to make the best rice dumplings, and then offer them to the ancestors for sacrifice. At this time of the Chinese New Year, there are hundreds of people playing sticks here, and it is as empty as it is now. ”

After Jiang Hua finished eating around, he walked next to the middle-aged man with a big horn and muttered a few words in his ear.

"Then why are all the judges old, only Jiang Hua is the youngest?"

"Haha, that's because she has a shrewd tongue and has never made a mistake in judgment, and she can always find the best piece of rice dumplings. She could even tell the person who used the stick, the mistake in the stick, and the bias of the strength just by tasting it. ”

During Lin Zeng's conversation with the strong man, the middle-aged man with a loudspeaker finally announced the young man who made the blood glutinous rice dumplings this time according to the quality.

When Jiang Hua came back, she was carrying two heavy bags in her hands, and when she saw inside, they were blood glutinous rice dumplings with a red color, slightly crystalline, and as bright as agate.

The two bags of rice dumplings are not the same in color, one bag is slightly darker in color and the other bag is slightly lighter in color.

"Haha, it's here," Jiang Hua happily gestured with a "V", and Isaac leaned over and took a picture, "Liu Yi and Fat Intestine, give me half of the weight, and use the rest to worship the ancestors." Hurry home, run it through the pan while it's hot, and then mold it into a cake. Then it is air-dried and can be eaten for a long time. ”

When talking about eating, Jiang Hua is always in high spirits, and his eyes exude a different light.

"Dahua, will you go to my place tomorrow?" asked the muscular man with his hands crossed over his chest and a grin.

"Ah, Uncle Meat Floss, you must have left me a few cans of the best hind leg meat floss. Jiang Hua's bag of blood glutinous rice dumplings was picked up by Lin Zeng, and she nodded again and again, "Uncle Rousong, I'll go over and help you tomorrow, right?"

"You help? I don't dare ask you to help!" said the strong man, shaking his head vigorously, "I'm not making meat velvet, and if you help me, it's all meat powder." ”

After determining the blood glutinous rice dumplings for worshipping the ancestors, the crowd of onlookers walked into the martial arts arena one after another, and paid for them according to the quality of the blood glutinous rice dumplings announced by the middle-aged loudspeaker just now.

Jiang Hua had already taken the target into his pocket, so he left directly with Lin Zeng.

"What is the relationship between this Uncle Meat Floss and the Meat Floss Grandpa you greeted in the morning?" Lin Zeng found that most of the names of the residents of Jiangfeng Town seemed to have something to do with food.

"It's the son of Grandpa Roufout!" replied Jiang Hua.