Not surprisingly, Shen Mubai soon got the official selection notice of the "Little Chef Star".

On this day, the audition venue of "Little Star Kitchen" in Ulala was full of a large group of parents accompanying their children to participate in the competition, there was endless noise and noise where a large number of children gathered, and the audition waiting area was hot and stuffy, Grandpa Shen took Shen Mubai to sit on the seat, opened the thermos cup leisurely, and poured a cup of sour plum juice for his children.

The black plum is pickled at home, and then dried hawthorn, licorice and osmanthus are added, boiled and then added to the rock sugar, and placed in the refrigerator overnight.

On this hot summer day, take a sip, sweet and sour, and your mouth is full of relish.

All of a sudden, like a cool breeze poured into the belly, the heat brought by the scorching summer sun instantly disappeared in the body, leaving only the sweet and sour aroma of herbs, which is endlessly memorable.

"Mom, I'm thirsty too"

The little fat man sitting next to the grandfather and grandson saw the cool sour plum juice in Shen Mubai's hand, subconsciously swallowed his saliva, pulled his mother, and puffed out his cheeks.

"You've drunk two glasses of water, it's not enough, there's no water to sell near here, you can bear with it a little longer."

"But I'm so thirsty, my throat is smoking."

The little fat man's mother glanced at her son's eyes full of antiquation and eagerness, could she still know his careful thoughts?

I don't know when the audition will be able to get their turn, and there are dozens of people in front of them. In addition, the sour plum soup held by the child next to him looked really tempting, and the cold sweet and sour taste slowly escaped and went straight into the nose.

From the distance between the two seats, you can smell the ethereal fragrance, and the little fat mother feels that her mouth can't help but start secreting saliva.

"If you don't mind, let's try it too." Grandpa Shen smiled kindly, and when he saw the eager expressions of the little fat man and his mother, he took the initiative to say, "This is the sour plum soup cooked by my grandson, and his mother and I love to drink it at home. ”

The little fat mother's mother was a little restrained and waved her hand embarrassedly.

"It's not that I'm boasting, the sour plum soup made by my grandson is a must, and the ones sold in those herbal tea shops on the street are not as delicious as he did, don't say it, you can taste it quickly!" Grandpa Shen proudly blew it, poured a cup for the little fat mother and son, and handed it over with a smile, as if to observe the reaction of the two of them.

It's hard to be gracious, the little fat man's mother thanked politely, to be honest, she is also very thirsty now, looking at the sour plum soup in front of her that is still faintly bubbling cold, she can't help but drink it in a big gulp-

"This—This is!"

The sweet and sour taste exploded on the tip of the tongue, and the cool aftertaste slowly blended in the cavity.

All of a sudden, the sweet and sour herb seems to lead people through many ages, and finally the taste of time stops on the streets of the ancient capital, and the people who sell sour plum soup knock on the ice cup in their hands, and the crisp and pleasant sound is still in the ears.

The sour plum soup has the taste of thousands of years of heavy historical precipitation, and as you drink it in one sip, it is rendered and unfolded like a thick ink, and it is more and more clearly displayed in front of people's eyes.

When you close your eyes, you can see the row of pure herbs placed in the dustpan, slowly exerting their lingering fragrance over the long and far-reaching years.

Oil-free and greasy black plum, osmanthus to dissolve phlegm and dissipate stasis, licorice to clear heat and nourish heat, sweet and sour hawthorn, and rock sugar to nourish qi and moisten the lungs.

The perfect combination of the five creates the ultimate in a cup of sour plum soup!

This, this is the most missed, the most primitive, the most authentic taste of her hometown in her childhood!

"Whew! It's really delicious! ”

The little fat man's hearty shout instantly pulled her mother back to reality from the streets of the old capital, and she looked at the empty bottom of the cup and exhaled.

"It's really delicious. Kids, did you really do it yourself? ”

The little fat man's mother widened her eyes in surprise and said excitedly, "Although it is a bit presumptuous to say this, can you sell me the formula?" This smell is so similar to the taste I remember when I was a child. ”

"Recipe? There's no such thing. Shen Mubai blinked, holding a cup of sour plum soup and replied lightly, "All I need is to be attentive." ”

The way of cooking is only idealism.

As long as you pour that care into the food, no matter what the taste is, it can be slowly presented through the guò.

The little fat man's mother was slightly stunned, and was about to say something, when the staff at the audition gate had already begun to hold a megaphone and shouted: "Contestant No. 111, where is contestant No. 111?" ”

Grandpa Shen quickly pulled Shen Mubai to follow: "Here, here!" ”

"At such a young age?" The staff looked at the list in surprise, most of the children who came to participate here were over ten years old, and when he saw a five or six-year-old little bean ding, he was inevitably surprised, and he steadied himself before saying: "Then go in and prepare, but the parents have to wait outside, and only the children can go in." ”

"Hey, good, good!"

Grandpa Shen nodded, turned his head and stuffed the prepared bag of ingredients to Shen Mubai, and told him a thousand times, "Xiaobai, you must treat it with a normal heart, don't be nervous, and play your due level steadily, there is absolutely no problem!" ”

"I see. Grandpa, don't worry. Shen Mubai bowed his head and followed the staff into the audition kitchen.

The audition kitchen, as the name suggests, is used as a special cooking room in the audition, a large room, neatly divided into 16 overall cabinets, the design is modern and scientific, the countertop is full of pots and pans, and the lower cabinet has all kinds of mold condiments

When Shen Mubai happened to walk in, a contestant came to the judges' table with his freshly baked dishes, the door behind him had just closed, and the other children who were still busy in the cooking room glanced at each other, glanced at the small Shen Mubai, looked at each other, and began to whisper.

"Where did he come from to go to kindergarten, I don't think he's even able to stick his head out of the stage."

"When I was five or six years old, I hadn't even started to cook!"

"I see, it's such a small one, I can't even pick up a kitchen knife, haha~"

"Don't say that, it's cute."

"Kid Shen, you have an hour to prepare the dishes for the competition, so the timer will start immediately, do you have any questions, kid?"

The staff glanced at Shen Mubai, who was standing in front of the cupboard, only revealing a pair of black and clear eyes, the more he looked at it, the more aggrieved he became, and the more he looked at it, the more cute he became.

Shen Mubai's face was half dark, and he couldn't imagine that the cabinet here was still too tall for him, and the little players around him were basically thirty or forty centimeters taller than him, and they didn't have the same trouble at all.

"I thought, I need a stool that I can step on." Shen Mubai looked at the photographer who was obviously filming him on the side with a frozen face, and said calmly.

"Poof!"

At this time, a small contestant who was cutting vegetables across from him finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

One of the arrogant boys, who combed his forehead hair in a regular manner, hooked the corners of his mouth and said funny: "Hey, that little bean sprout, are you here to be funny?" You should be drinking milk at home at such a young age, what are you doing here, showing off with your face? ”

Boarding the small bench brought by the staff, Shen Mubai was finally able to cross the cabinet with his upper body and easily began to prepare the ingredients he needed for this cooking.

Hearing the boy's unceremonious sarcasm, he raised his head coldly, looked at him from beginning to end, and replied without a little fluctuation in his voice: "At least I have a face that can be used to show off, so what about you, do you put on a show with your mean way of speaking?" ”

"Huh?" The boy raised his head, looked at Shen Mubai incredulously, and then snorted, "You are very sharp-toothed, but I'll wait to see what tricks you can make with a little bean ding!" ”

After putting the finishing touches on his work, the boy snorted and walked to the door leading to the judges' table with a stack of dishes on his toes.

"Childish." Shen Mubai retracted his flat eyes and spit out two words speechlessly.

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In fact, a full hour is still too long for Shen Mubai, because the competition system stipulates that each person can only prepare one dish, and he prepared his own dish in a few minutes, thinking that staying in the kitchen was a pure waste of time, so he simply took the plate with the metal lid and walked to the judges' table with the guidance of the staff.

"What a fragrant smell, that kid is already done?" A staff member sniffed the lingering fragrance in the air, sniffled and asked the photographer, "What did he do, why is it so fragrant?" ”

The aroma almost hooked out all the cravings and all the appetites in his stomach, and his stomach gurgled as he remembered that he hadn't eaten yet.

The photographer looked confused.

As soon as his camera turned back from the other little contestants, the Shen kid's cooking had just been completed, and the lid was closed, and the ghost knew what was inside.

Only a cheese bag on the cooking table was left in the camera, and some potato skins that had been cleaned up and thrown in the trash were peeled so that the skin was whole and not broken at all.

On the other hand, Shen Mubai had just stepped into the door leading to the judges' seat when he saw a proud figure walking in front of him, and was about to pass by the other party, but the latter stopped in shock.

"Huh? It's you? The boy frowned, looked at the plate that Shen Mubai was dragging in his hand, and his expression became more and more stunned, "It's only been a few minutes, and you're ready to cook?!" ”

"Trouble let's go." Shen Mu didn't raise his head, he didn't want to entangle too much with a child, he was naïve.

"What can you make in a few minutes, Little Beanding, are you going to take the oats at home and soak them? When the time comes, you will have a countdown, but don't cry. The boy raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, curled his mouth mockingly, and said.

"It's not as good as you made a garlic prawn, and the judges criticized the meat for being too old and putting too much garlic."

Shen Mubai said expressionlessly, but every word poked people's hearts, "After all, it is a shrimp, not a biochemical field, with you at the bottom, I am not afraid that I will count down and cry." ”

"You! How do you know! ”

The boy's face flushed, although his cooking was already excellent compared to other young players, there were still some flaws, but it was far from being as exaggerated as Shen Mubai said.

The Virgo judges just talked about his flaws in cooking for several minutes, which was a shame for him, a young master born in a family of celebrity chefs, and even if he got the pass to the audition, he couldn't let go!

I didn't expect to be listened to by this little bean ding who looked dragged!

After all, children are still children, and they are most likely to be exposed and do not know how to hide anything.

Shen Mubai suddenly felt very helpless, said that he didn't want to deal with this inexplicable little ghost at all, and threw him a static indifferent face and walked up to the judges' stand.

"Hello No. 111 kid." The three judges were very amiable, and one of them, a gentle and intellectual middle-aged woman, said, "Let's introduce yourself casually, okay?" ”

"I'm No. 111, Shen Mubai." Standing straight in place, his body was like a pine and cypress, Shen Mubai looked at the judges on the table with black and white eyes, and replied very formally.

"Huh? Gone? ”

"It's gone." Shen Mubai said very sincerely, and then tilted his head a little confusedly, "Do you need any other introductions?" ”

"No, no, no." The woman smiled helplessly.

In fact, almost all the young contestants will prepare a large section of self-introduction for them before the audition, so that their children can show their strength in front of the camera, and there is no mistake in the slightest.

But this kid doesn't follow the normal routine at all, and his calm and silent appearance is unique among the young players.

As for whether there is real ability, there are two words.

"So, put your dishes on the table."

Shen Mubai nodded, stepped forward and prepared to put the finished dish on the table, but unfortunately he was still too short, and his two little arms were also a little short, so he pushed the plate up with great effort with his feet, which caused the three judges to smile softly.

No matter how cold the personality is, the child is still a child!

I opened the metal lid, and I saw a few golden balls on the plate, which looked extremely ordinary and nothing eye-catching.

"It's cheese potato balls." Shen Mubai said blandly, "Please taste it, judges." ”