"Yes! it's delicious!" Wang Lan held the noodles in his hand, his hands trembling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The soup of the noodles looks so clear that it doesn't seem to have any taste, but the flavor in your mouth is so delicious that you can swallow it all on your tongue.

When the taste of the noodles disappears in the throat, the floodgates of memory open. Wang Lan seemed to be back to that sunny afternoon. I saw the smoke-filled kitchen, the boy holding a big bowl of noodles and swallowing, and his mother's rickety back.

How many years have I not eaten such a bowl of noodles?

Wang Lan's nose was a little sour, and he could only suck the noodles with 'snort, swoop', wanting to let himself stay in this memory for a while.

"What kind of soup is this? It's so delicious!" Lin Tong took a sip of the clear soup in the bowl, letting the delicious and mellow taste ripple in his mouth.

It's hard to imagine! It's really hard to imagine! A bowl of noodles sprinkled with only a few green onions can be so delicious!

The freshness of the soup, the toughness of the noodles, the aroma of the scallion oil, these flavors are combined in the mouth, and they come together into a delicious flavor that overflows with affection!

And this bowl of noodles is made by a 12-year-old boy!

Ding Xiaobao stood quietly on the stage, staring at Liu Mang, who was about to taste noodles in the judge's seat opposite, and he had never been so nervous in his heart.

Liu Mang picked up the noodles in front of him, and through the clear soup, he seemed to see the young man and his sister busy in front of the stove, and a smile that could not be concealed appeared in his mouth.

This little guy is really strong!

"Whew!" a pinch of noodles sucked into Liu Mang's mouth.

"Eat, master, he eats!" Ding Bao'er became even more nervous.

One bite, two bites, three bites......

As Liu Mang ate the noodles one bite after another, Ding Baoer's hanging heart finally let go, and she clenched her fists happily.

"Bang. After the empty noodle bowl was placed heavily on the table, Liu Mang stood up, left the judges' seat, and walked to the stage.

"What's going on? Liu Mang is on stage, what is he going to do?" said one spectator.

"Could it be that the noodles under this little ghost's head have even been moved by the kitchen god?"

"Impossible! Do you know how picky Master Liu Mang's taste is? In the past, the contestants rarely even commented, let alone went on stage. ”

When Liu Mang came to him, Ding Baoer became even more nervous, he pinched the corner of his clothes, and was nervous: "Master...... I ......"

"Why don't you listen to me?" Liu Mang put the empty sea bowl on the board, and his tone was very stern.

"What do you mean? Could it be that the kitchen god knows this little boy?"

"Ah, I heard you right, right? This kid's name is Master Liu Mang?"

"No wonder he can make such noodles, it turns out that he is the apprentice of the kitchen god!"

"Strange? When did Liu Mang accept his apprentice? Why don't I know?"

"I want to say thank you. Ding Baoer timidly replied: "The business of the noodle restaurant is very good, and my mother's illness is almost cured, so I came." ”

"You should go to school right now instead of wasting time on this boring show. ”

"I ......" Ding Bao'er plucked up her courage and raised her head to look at this man who was like a savior in his heart, and there was a light in her eyes: "I want to learn to cook! I want to be a chef like a master!"

"It's hard to learn to cook, and I'm going to be very strict, maybe I'll beat you and scold you. Can you stand it?"

"I'm willing, I'm willing to suffer as much as I want!" Ding Baoer said categorically.

"Master Liu Mang, do you know Ding Bao'er?" Jiang Wen asked curiously.

"Hmm. Liu Mang nodded.

"This bowl of Yangchun noodles was taught to me by the master. Ding Baoer replied.

"I see!" Wang Lan suddenly realized: "I'll just say, if you can make such a face, there must be a master behind it." This time I scored a 9. ”

"I also give a score of 9!" Dai Jili also held up the sign: "Under the plain appearance, there is a strong friendship and delicious taste, which may be the true meaning of food." ”

"It's also 9 points!" Lin Tong had an unfinished expression on his face: "Only this kind of face can warm people's hearts!"

"Three 9s!This is our highest score so far!" Wei Tao picked up the microphone and said excitedly.

"Everyone, I'm sorry, my apprentice hasn't done well enough, so I won't participate in this rating. Surprisingly, Liu Mang announced.

"Master Liu Mang, why?" Dai Jili was puzzled: "The reason why we give such a high score is not because he is your apprentice, but because this bowl of noodles really touched me." ”

"Yes, I haven't eaten a bowl of noodles so heartily for a long time, it reminds me of my mother, and I am very grateful to this little master. Wang Lan also said.

"That's right, even if he's not your apprentice, I'll still give him a 9, he deserves it!" Lin Tong agreed.

"If I'm not mistaken, as the main judge, I have a veto, right? I said no!

"This ......" Lin Tong was a little embarrassed: "Little master, look ......"

"It's okay, I did a bad job. What he didn't expect was that Ding Xiaobao didn't care at all, and there was a little frustration on his face.

"The master has already admitted that I am his apprentice!" he thought to himself.

At the end of the show, Liu Mang took Ding Baoer out of the door of the TV station.

"Liu Mang, do you want to leave Xiaobao upstairs?" Li Ruonan already knew what had happened from Liu Mang's mouth, so he asked.

"Of course not! He's still young, he's not old enough to learn to cook, and he should go back to school. ”

Liu Mang has already thought about it, although Ding Baoer's talent is not particularly good, but he is diligent by nature and has a tough personality, as long as he is cultivated a little, he will indeed be a chef in the future.

Because of this, Liu Mang is reluctant to let Ding Baoer learn cooking in advance now.

You must know that if you want to become a top chef, especially a Chinese chef with a unique aesthetic, personal artistic accomplishment is essential. Because only in this way can you appreciate the cultural heritage contained in Chinese cuisine.

is like Liu Mang himself, if it weren't for his grandfather who always instilled Chinese classical culture in him when he was a child, then he would never have reached such a high level now.

"That's right. He is still too young, and now as long as he lays a good foundation, he will learn to cook in the future. Lin Xiao also agreed.

"That's it, Wakao. Liu Mang thought for a while: "In a few days, I will ask Xiaobao's mother if she is willing to come to Jiangdong to live." If you want, Xiaobao and her sister will go to school in Jiangdong, the conditions here are better, and I can teach him. As for these aspects of transfer, I will trouble you. ”

"No problem. ”