"Now that we're done, we're going to have the last player for the evening. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info," Wei Tao said.

"Our last contestant is very, very special!" Jiang Wen looked mysterious.

"How special is it? Wouldn't it be another fisherman?" asked Lin Tong.

"It's not. Jiang Wen shook his head: "What makes this player special is his age. ”

"Age, is he an old birthday boy between ninety and one hundred years old?" guessed Dai Jili.

"On the contrary, this contestant is very young, and he is still a freshman in his first year of junior high school this year!" Lin Tong laughed.

"What? how is this possible?" exclaimed everyone.

"Host, are you sure you're not joking? A child who has just entered junior high school is now eleven or twelve years old, right? How can he cook if he can't even hold a pot? Could it be a gimmick deliberately made by your program team?" Wang Lan questioned.

"Of course not! When this player came to sign up, we didn't believe it. But when he showed off his cooking skills, we were completely surprised. Later, through inquiry, I learned that this little chef opened a restaurant at home, and he helped the family work at a very young age to earn money to support the family!"

"I see!"

Lin Xiao also became excited: "You know, when I was eleven or twelve years old, I was just fooling around in the kitchen at home, and I hadn't reached the age of cooking at all." ”

"The children of the poor are in charge of the house, and they are in the kitchen to earn money, and you are just having fun. Li Ruonan replied.

"Okay, let's invite this little chef of ours to play! Ding Bao'er, a little chef from Qishan Town, Jiangdong, Yangchun Baixue Noodle Restaurant!"

"What!" Liu Mang heard a 'poof' sound and stood up from his chair.

A thin boy in a school uniform walked onto the stage, his steps were very gentle, he walked twice and stopped, it could be seen that it was the first time to come to this kind of occasion, and his heart was very nervous.

"Wow! And it's very skinny, and it looks a little younger than its actual age. There was a lot of talk.

"Hey, Brother Liu's expression is very nervous, what's going on?" Lin Xiao noticed Liu Mang's abnormality on the judges' bench and said.

"I don't know, does Liu Mang know this little boy?" Li Ruonan also wondered.

"Haha, this little boy can't be Liu Mang's illegitimate son, right?

"Please, my Liu Mang is only 24 years old, do you have such an illegitimate child?" Li Ruonan glared at Lin Xiao angrily.

"Little Master Ding Bao'er, tell everyone, how old are you this year?" Lin Tong squatted down and sent the microphone to the young man's mouth.

"I'm twelve. Ding Baoer's voice is childish, and she is indeed still an underage boy.

"And how many years have you been cooking again?"

"A year. Ding Baoer replied timidly.

"Don't wonder why our program team agreed to let a young boy who has only been cooking for a year participate in the competition. Seeing that everyone was puzzled, Wei Tao explained: "I have tasted the noodles made by Ding Baoer's little master, and they are the best noodles I have ever tasted!"

"Oh, it's just down there, that's pretty much it. The crowd understood.

Compared with stir-frying, the following is still very simple. It doesn't require too much knife skill and the ability to control fire.

However, this little boy has only been cooking for a year, and he can make amazing noodles, either under the guidance of a master, or he has a good talent.

"Can you tell my sister why you came to this show?" Jiang Wen then asked.

"Because...... Because I want to say thank you to someone in person. ”

"It's as simple as that?"

"Hmm. Ding Bao'er nodded.

"Did that person come to the scene today?"

"It's coming. Ding Bao'er glanced at the opposite stage, and when she saw the familiar figure, her heart was pounding.

"Who is it?" the group began to look around when they heard the boy's answer.

"Haha, there are definitely ghosts! This little boy must have something to do with Liu Mang. Lin Xiao smiled again.

"No, I have never heard Liu Mang talk about it!" Li Ruonan was also surprised.

Liu Mang really didn't mention to Li Ruonan about teaching this little boy to have a sunny spring face. Because in his opinion, the matter is insignificant, simple and not worth mentioning.

But what he didn't expect was that this young man actually came to participate in this show alone in order to say thank you to him. This made Liu Mang very moved.

"Little Master Ding Bao'er, what kind of noodles are you going to give you today?"

"Today I'm going to next up a bowl of the best noodles in the world. Ding Baoer secretly looked at Liu Mang and found that he was looking at herself, and her small heart instantly swelled with strong self-confidence.

"The best noodles in the world, and what kind of noodles are they?"

"Yangchun noodles!"

"Yangchun noodles?" Jiang Wen smiled dumbly: "Okay then, little master." I think the judges and Mr. Chef are looking forward to your performance!"

"What is Yangchun noodles?" asked Lin Tong on the judges' bench curiously towards Dai Jili, who was sitting next to him.

"Yangchun noodles are bald noodles! ”

"Ah, it's bald noodles!" Lin Tong sneered: "This little boy is not young, but his tone is not small, is the most delicious noodle in the world actually a bowl of bald noodles without toppings?"

Ding Baoer walked to the stove and put a can of clear soup on the board first. Then take a handful of shallots from the area where the ingredients are placed and wash them well.

Because the people are short, and the vegetable cutting pier placed by the program team on the board is high, so he moved a small stool, stepped on it, and lay on it to cut green onions.

This move caused a burst of laughter from the audience below, Ding Baoer's face turned red, and then she settled down and cut it intently.

"Well, the posture of holding the kitchen knife is wrong, it seems that I have not been instructed by a special person. Seeing Ding Bao'er chopping onions on the stage, Lin Xiao said.

"Surely he is very talented?" asked Li Ruonan.

"Maybe it's a little bit in terms of taste. Otherwise, how can you make noodles that satisfy the people in the program team?"

"Yes. ”

Chop the green onions, put Ding Baoer aside, and then put the clear soup she brought into a clay pot, light a fire and simmer.

"Master Ding Bao'er, did you make this soup with noodles yourself?" Wei Tao asked.

"Yes. I brought it here at home. ”

"Can you tell me about that?"

"It is made of pork bones and pieces of meat, boiled for six or seven hours, then strained with gauze, and finally minced meat made from old hens to filter out impurities in the soup. Ding Baoer recalled in her mind what Liu Mang had said to him, and told it eloquently.

"Huh, isn't this the practice of 'Imperial Soup', where did he learn it?" Lin Xiao in the audience exclaimed strangely.