"If my 27-year cooking skills are not as good as a little girl, I will immediately apply for the revocation of my international celebrity chef qualification certificate, and I will never cook again!" Son was furious.

It's too bullying. A little girl who looks delicate at first glance can also beat him in cooking!

The three 'Michelin' food appraisers glanced at each other, and they read a potential line from Li Qingming's words. Could it be that this Li Qingming is not allowed to ask for this copyright, and it will be completely released. Does he really not value fame and fortune? Or is it really the same teacher as he said, who aims to promote food, change the diet of the entire federation, and change the health of the citizens of the federation.

If this is the case, then his character is too noble! This is worthy of worship by each of them! Then his overly frivolous and even humiliating remarks at the moment are nothing. Because, he is to prove that 'golden fried rice' can be made in every family.

And this cost is really not high. It's eggs and rice, which every family can bear. But it can change the eating habits of the entire federation and make the citizens of the entire federation stronger!

If it really comes true, maybe he will be awarded the highest medal of honor of the Federation, the Order of Freeknight, with this 'golden fried rice'.

Only, is this really possible? The three of them kept their senses.

Li Qingming ignored what the outside world thought, and whispered in the little girl's ear for a while.

Everyone looked at the two of them, wanting to know what Li Qingming was talking about in the little girl's ear.

Hmph, there must be some kind of conspiracy to distract me from this opportunity. I will never be provoked by you. Son no longer looks at the duo, but focuses on his golden fried rice.

After about a minute, the little girl's big eyes rolled, then she nodded, jumped over, stood on a bench, and began to fry rice.

"Chef Li Qingming, this is about your future, are you sure you want to? We won't give you a second chance!" reminded the Michelin jury again. However, this is not so much a reminder as a temptation, a test of the popularity of this golden fried rice.

Li Qingming looked confident.

"As I said, the golden fried rice is the brainchild of my master, and although it is easy to be imitated, it is difficult to grasp the essence of it. Without my guidance, he would be no better than a little girl! just a roadside stall owner for twenty-seven years. Li Qingming said proudly.

Everyone looked sideways. This cowhide is too big, but in this case, he dares to say so. Could it be that there is really some essence in it? However, there is nothing to say at the moment, everything can only wait for the results to come out.

"Ah~~~~ The eggs are mushy!" the little girl suddenly shouted.

The audience covered their faces.

Li Qingming hurriedly walked over. This has been told just now, she doesn't need to do anything, as long as she simply puts oil, beats eggs, puts rice, and then stir-fries it until cooked. The ingredients inside are the key to this victory.

"Uh, uncle, I'm out of food, what should I do?" the little girl looked at Li Qingming pitifully.

Everyone was speechless again, and they all looked down on Li Qingming.

Li Qingming looked at it carefully, and his face darkened. This little guy is deliberately making trouble!

"Don't deliberately make trouble, I obviously saw that you deliberately made a fuss!" Li Qingming said in a low voice, "And I look at your hands, there is a thin layer of cocoons on the tiger's mouth and palm, you have obviously gone down to the kitchen!"

"Hmph, you're smart. Uncle, if you want me to fry rice well, then you have to promise me one condition!" the little girl pouted and snorted lightly.

"What conditions?" asked Li Qingming vigilantly.

"Because my father and sister didn't like me and only lectured me all day long, I ran away and was homeless. If you are willing to take me in, I will cook well. Otherwise, I'll make a mess!" said the little girl, with a sly look in her eyes.

Li Qingming had the feeling of being on a thief ship. This little girl, a thief, a thief. Why is she relying on herself so much! But at the moment, it is difficult to ride a tiger.

"As long as you don't mess around, I promise you! But if your parents want someone, I can't take you in!" Li Qingming said vigilantly.

"Hehe, don't worry, uncle, they won't care about me! Okay, just watch, although they are young, they have been cooking and eating by themselves since they were young! I don't eat those guys' things. At this time, the little girl stopped joking, but focused on the pot of golden fried rice in front of her.

At this time, Masayoshi Son's golden fried rice was officially out of the pot, and a bowl of fragrant, golden fried rice was served in front of the three Michelin juries.

The three of them looked at it carefully and nodded again and again.

It didn't take long for the little girl's golden fried rice to come out.

The crowd was surprised when they saw the little girl's golden fried rice.

This surprise is not better than Son's, and in terms of color, it can't be compared with Son's golden fried rice. But it's not much worse than Uncle Xiang. Li Qingming asked himself, and he was between him. This little girl is skillful just now, except for a little bit of strength, the rest is really not much worse than an ordinary adult.

Although Son was amazed by the little girl's skillful fried rice, he absolutely did not believe that he would lose to a little girl. Especially in front of a 'Michelin' food connoisseur, he never believed he would lose.

The three food connoisseurs were also secretly surprised. I can't imagine that this pink and cute, doll-like little girl is so powerful. Looking at his hands, he doesn't want to be in charge of the spoon, but he is actually skillful. Of course, surprise is surprise, and their job will not be forgotten.

Under the watchful eye, the three began to evaluate.

"Chef Masayoshi Son's bowl of golden fried rice has a delicate and uniform color and full rice grains, which makes people have a raw appetite and look five-star. As for this bowl, the color is uneven, the rice grains are shriveled and uneven, and the quality can only be given two stars at most!" the three Michelin-starred chefs all gave their respective reviews.

Son looked proud. The little girl looked indignant, and she was very angry that she could only get two stars.

Li Qingming was already very satisfied with this result, this little girl gave him an unexpected surprise, which was very helpful to his plan.

Now, finally, it's up to the taste.

The judging of any dish, at the end of the day, is one word: taste.

It's the taste that matters.

At this time, the three of them scooped a mouthful of Son's golden fried rice together, put it in their mouths, and chewed it carefully and slowly. This is the procedure they evaluate, and only by chewing and swallowing slowly can they taste the true taste of a dish.

After a long time, the three of them nodded.

"Delicious, with a moderate soft and hard texture, it is a dish that has never been seen before in the whole Federation. Can be given five stars for taste. The three gave very high evaluations. Two five-star ratings, which is the highest rating from Michelin.

Of course, there is another evaluation criterion, and that is novelty. However, in this regard, Golden Fried Rice is naturally an absolute five-star, so there is no need for additional evaluation.