(I didn't pay attention to it when I updated it at noon today.,The whole chapter didn't break the sentence at all.,I came back and re-read it in the evening and found it.,Quickly revised it.。 I'm sorry little masters, I'm wrong bird~)

24 chefs came to the backyard of Huixian Building one after another, only to see that the courtyard had been set up with a total of 24 stove eyes. Lin Miao found the No. 203 stove eye and found that he was in the third group. And Fan Erye's No. 210 stove eye is in the first group.

At this time, the chefs have found their own stove position, some are standing in the position to think about the problem, some are selecting the right ingredients on the sideline shelf, and some are looking at the pot and stove knives. Second Master Fan walked over, opened the wooden box that he had been carrying on his back, picked out a set of knives for Lin Miao, smiled slightly, and encouraged, "Just take it easy and do your best." The knives are here for you, they are sharpened, so be careful when using them. ”

Lin Miao nodded, and watched Fan Er Ye return to the position of the group.

Homesickness, what should I do on this topic? Lin Miao thought about it.

The four judges also moved to the judges' bench in the backyard to take their seats, and the audience also found their seats around the arena to watch the game. The eldest grandmother Liu Yucian and the eldest young master Chen Youzong sat on the left side of the arena. Lin Qijiang, the prince of Lin Wangfu, his wife Zhang Shuru, and young master Lin Fanglong, sat on the right side of the arena.

Lin Fanglong's gaze moved around the arena, and after a while, he found Lin Miao's location, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a smile, and his eyes were full of tenderness. Looking at the entire arena, there is only one girl like her, and she is still so young, which is really eye-catching. Lin Fanglong frowned lightly when he saw her, thinking about it, and couldn't help but worry in his heart, what kind of topic did this girl draw, as if she didn't have a clue.

The chefs sent by Lin Wangfu this time are two senior chefs: Tao Qing and Zhang Jian. At this time, both of them were already selecting ingredients next to the vegetable shelf. Lin Qijiang, the prince of Lin, nodded with satisfaction, turned back to his wife Zhang Shuru and said, "Tao and Zhang, the two chefs, I am the most assured, not only superb cooking, but also always ingenious." They don't just finish a dish, most of the time, they're just making people enjoy a unique view. ”

Zhang Shuru nodded, turned her head to look at her son Lin Fanglong, and found that all his attention was on the little girl Lin Miao on the field.

At this time, it was late autumn, everything was depressed, and the sun came out relatively late, although it was already midday, the sun was still in the morning clouds. There are many trees in the yard, and when the autumn breeze picks up, the leaves of some trees are blown off and scattered on the ground. Lin Miao looked at the desolation all over the place, dissatisfied and angry. What is nostalgia? Homesickness is to be alone in a foreign land as a stranger, and miss relatives every festive season; Homesickness is when people gradually feel that the hometown sounds different, but they hate the sound of the warbler like the old mountain. Thinking about it, Lin Miao couldn't help but think of the Baiwei porridge that her mother used to make when she was a child. A strong feeling of longing arises spontaneously.

She walked to the vegetable shelf and selected the best soybeans, red beans, lotus seeds, peanuts, golden dates, and rice. After the ingredients were complete, Lin Miao walked to the stove, washed several kinds of beans first, added water to the casserole, and boiled them on high heat. Next, bring the soybeans to a boil in a separate pot and boil water. When the soybeans are soft, drain them and crush them into a small pot. Then, use a strainer to sift it into small finely chopped strips, wait for it to dry and form, and then fry it in an oil pan until brown, and the fried soybean strips are like shredded lean meat.

At this time, the water in the casserole was also boiling, and Lin Miao turned the casserole to low heat and simmered slowly, while constantly stirring gently with his hands. After a while, the aroma of grain and beans unique to the porridge was all emanated. Lin Miao turned the fire a little smaller, but the stirring action in his hand was much faster, the porridge in the casserole kept boiling and boiling, the small bubbles kept bubbling out, and the aroma of the porridge continued to spread out.

Lin Fanglong stretched his neck, and saw Lin Miao boiling porridge from a distance, and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the topic she drew was porridge? Zhang Shuru also looked at the situation on Lin Miao's side curiously, and after finding that she was making porridge, she couldn't help but ask such a question, "How can there be porridge in the first round of questions?" It is difficult to reflect the level of the chef when making porridge, and the porridge made by ordinary chefs will not taste too outstanding, even if it is a master chef, it takes a lot of skill to make a delicious porridge. ”

When Lin Fanglong heard this, he couldn't help but worry about Lin Miao. Zhang Shuru saw Lin Fanglong's expression in her eyes, and couldn't help but be puzzled, she asked him tentatively, "Long'er, you and Miss Lin Miao have only met once?" But you seem to have a deep affection for her. ”

Hearing this, Lin Fanglong couldn't help but look stunned, and then looked embarrassed, "Mother, the child just feels that she is very close to her as if she has known her for many years." ”

Zhang Shuru smiled slightly, raised her eyes to look at Lin Miao in the distance, and agreed, "Well, this girl is very impressive, and I think she also feels close." ”

Lin Fanglong's face was happy, "Mother, do you like Miss Lin too?" ”

Zhang Shuru looked at his expression and deliberately teased him, "Of course, your father also likes her, and wants to recognize her as his goddaughter." ”

As soon as he heard this, Lin Fanglong was reluctant, "Mother! "His tail note was prolonged, and he was clearly unhappy.

At this time, I only heard the applause of the audience, and it turned out that there was a chef on the stage who was showing off his fancy spoon. A pot and a shovel seemed to be a trick in his hands, flying up and down, advancing and retreating, but the dishes were caught steadily every time, and not a single star was spilled. The fire on the stove is in full swing, and the moment the pot and the stove are separated, the flame will jump up to the entire pot surface, so that the whole pot will be enveloped in flames, and when the pot is placed back on the stove, the flame will be cut off again, and the pot surface will be restored to its original state, but the dishes will not be burned or baked. His movements were fast and coherent, and the flames continued to jump onto the surface of the pot with his movements. Every time the flames came up, the audience was amazed, which really earned enough eyeballs.

Looking at Fan Erye's side again, the bamboo shoots, green and red peppers, and tenderloin have all been cut into thin strips. Put the pot on the stove, stir-fry in oil, and when the shredded meat is white, add the shredded bamboo shoots. After the fragrance overflows, put the green and red pepper shreds into the pot and break them, then put them out of the pot, and then hook a spoonful of broth, pour a thin layer on the dish, and a bamboo shoot loin shreds are completed. Fan Erye immediately beckoned to the shopkeeper, reported his dishes, and waited for the judges to evaluate them. I saw the snow-white bamboo shoot shreds with the bright colors of green and red peppers, which looked refreshing and pleasant, and the thin layer of broth poured at the end was slowly dripping from the bamboo shoots and green and red pepper shreds, like the raindrops dripping on the leaves in the valley after the new rain. It's really a response to "after the new rain in the empty mountain, the weather is late in autumn, the bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream." Artistic conception.

Fan Erye used the most concise cooking method to interpret such a quiet and cold artistic conception.

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Oh heda ~ Hello little masters, ask for recommended tickets, ask for collection jackets ~

It's the New Year.,If there's a reward, it's best to bird O(∩_∩)O~.

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