Dongpingmen looked at Su Miao with gloomy eyes. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Su Miao didn't seem to feel it, she was calm and calm, and carried out the work in her hand in an orderly manner, put the wok on the fire, poured lard into the pot, and fried the pork belly skin down to golden red when it was 60% hot, and took it out to control the oil, and then cut the meat into thin and moderately thick meat slices.

Dongpingmen stared at her coldly, she didn't look up, she didn't look over, and she didn't feel uneasy or weak about cooking the same dishes with him when she was on the same stage with him.

Dongpingmen has a feeling that she is doing it on purpose, this feeling makes him very uncomfortable, but in the face of such an emergency, he can't do anything, let alone know what to say, he can't help but be irritable, barely suppressed, he lowered his head, took a buckle bowl, smeared lard on the bottom of the bowl, and neatly stacked the cut pork belly slices and a piece of meat and taro in the buckle bowl, evenly sprinkled with sugar, salt, shredded radish, fennel seeds, pepper and other spices, and after the spices buckled the meat and taro, he put the buckle bowl into the steamer and steamed it over a strong fire.

From the point of view of the process, this is not a difficult dish, the ingredients used in cooking are not a rare thing, steaming is the most common form of cooking in home cooking, steamed meat will be done by every household, in the last game of the first battle of the Liangdu finals, this dish is not enough to make people feel amazing from all aspects, not only the judges feel a little disappointed, the audience is also very disappointed, they also thought that this last game can see something interesting, but the process of the game is so ordinary, Is it really because the winner has been decided, so neither side of the game wants to continue to compete?

"Ah, what about imitation dishes, is Miss Su going to learn from me, it's really an honor to be despicable!" The light voice came from the side of itself, disturbing the excitement of watching the game, and the aftertaste frowned, turned his head, and was greeted by a short man wearing a pale green silk shirt with a stone blue tiger stripe belt tied around his waist, looking human-like.

Tong Changsheng in Liangdu is really different from when he was in Fengzhou.

Aftertaste snorted coldly, put his eyes on the stage, and said in a contemptuous tone: "She will learn from you?" You're too self-righteous, dwarf! ”

Tong Changsheng's face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly eased up, sat down in a seat two seats away from the aftertaste, looked at the stage with his eyes, and said with a smile in a voice that could only be heard by two people:

"In the past, Second Miss Su often said that copying other people's dishes was the most boring thing, but she did the most boring thing in the finals of Liangdu, and she really admired the courage of Second Miss Su."

Aftertaste looked at him and said indifferently: "Your imitation is always just imitation, and she, even if it is imitation, is better than you, no, I was wrong, you can't compare with her at all, and the strength is not on the same line." ”

Tong Changsheng's face was even more ugly than when he was called "shorty" just now, although he was smiling, he was smiling and not smiling, he looked at the aftertaste, and asked in a very puzzled tone:

"Second Miss Su's craftsmanship is really good, but Second Miss Su's good craftsmanship doesn't seem to have anything to do with the little young master, why is it that whenever it comes to Second Miss Su's craftsmanship, the little young master is as proud as if he is invincible? In my opinion, the craftsmanship of the little young master is also inferior to that of Second Miss Su, and to put it rashly, I think that with the craftsmanship of the young master, it is a loss for Second Miss Su. Of course, the little young master is different from those of us who rely on craftsmanship to eat, after all, the final destination of the little young master is the Ruiwang Mansion, and the common people such as me are completely two classes of people, and from this point of view, it was the second girl Su who earned it. ”

The aftertaste is very hot, this kid is sparing no effort to provoke the relationship between him and Su Miao, first hinting that he is a little white face who eats soft rice, and then clearly saying that Su Miao is a woman who is greedy for vanity, because of his background, she earned it by being with him. I hate and despise Tong Changsheng, and I hate that Tong Changsheng's black heart that is always calculating is the same as his younger brother, and even better than his younger brother; What he despised was Tong Changsheng's timid and incompetent beating around the bush, and every time he thought of this, he couldn't help but want to sneer, and he did sneer.

This sneer made Tong Changsheng's heart very unhappy, and he asked without a smile: "What is the little young master laughing at?" ”

Aftertaste raised her eyelids and glanced at him, and sneered disdainfully: "No matter what you do, she will not be in love with you in this life, the next life, or several lifetimes, and you, as well as your most pretentious brother, are dead of this heart." ”

This time, Tong Changsheng's face changed color, and the aftertaste could be seen without careful observation, so he suddenly had a very childish darkness in his heart, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and he looked at Tong Changsheng with the eyes of a loser.

Tong Changsheng's face was blue and white for a while, and his anger was almost about to burst out, he barely held back, and said with an ugly smile:

"What is the little young master talking about, Second Miss Su is indeed a good girl, but it is different from the hobby of contemptible, and even if she has great courage, contemptible people don't dare to rob women with their masters."

"Master?" Aftertaste sneered, and the word "master" was spoken smoothly and naturally, as if he were accustomed to it, and it was this that made people feel wary and disgusted, and his sleek and cunning style was even more disgusting than that of some courtiers.

"Yesterday, the contemptible man just reached a consensus with the little young master, didn't he?" Tong Changsheng said with a smile.

Aftertaste looked at him coldly for a moment, did not answer, just snorted contemptuously and turned his head away.

Dongpingmen was standing on the stage, and when he looked up, he saw a person, who suddenly appeared in the corner of the field, looking at the stage with worry. Because the distance was too far, the man didn't notice that Dongpingmen had noticed him, Dongpingmen stood high, and he was familiar with the man, and it was easy to see that the man was worried about himself, so his heart became more irritable than just now.

That person was his younger brother Dong Pingguang, and when he saw his younger brother who he hadn't seen for a long time, in an instant, many memories flooded into his mind, making him almost suffocated.

Today's theme is "Memory", what a good theme, thanks to this theme, he thought of a lot of past events that he didn't want to think about, not that he deliberately recalled, but those memories that were sealed in his heart suddenly appeared, as if he was summoned by something, broke the blockade, and jumped out.

The aroma of the taro button meat in the steamer was even stronger than just now, and as the aroma became more and more intense, all kinds of cone-like past events gradually surged up, piercing his heart inch by inch, making him have to breathe with a jumping breathing method.

After the taro button meat is steamed in the steamer, it only needs to be steamed for an hour and a half, because the last process is very simple, only need to prepare the corresponding amount and put it into the steamer, so in the process of waiting for the dish to be completed, Dongpingmen has more time to think, and the free thinking time makes him unbearable, but he can't get rid of the shackles of this strong sense of existence. As the fragrance became more and more intense, the weight of memories accumulated more and more, and the weight firmly pressed him,

The thick aroma of meat and sweet taro gradually came out of the steamer with the white heat, and after accumulating a certain concentration, it began to spread to the judges' seats, attracting the attention of the judges before they knew it, and the judges forgot to talk and were involuntarily attracted by the fragrance that came. Because it is two identical dishes, the mellow taste is twice as much as the previous game, and it is twice as thick, such a fragrance enters everyone's nose, as if there is a soft finger gently flicking the heart of the experiencer, inadvertently, the heart of the experiencer is plucked by this wisp of sweet fragrance, making a soft sound of "ding".

"What a fragrant smell! This is steamed meat, will it be so fragrant? "There was a commotion in the judging bench.

"This tastes so ripe! How do I think I've smelled it somewhere? Liu Erhe, the deputy head of Shang Shan Supervisor, sniffed harder, and sniffed harder, because the aroma was strong, and the slightly familiar taste made him feel very concerned.

Zheng Shanggong, the head of the Shangshi Bureau, who came with him and was also the judge of this year's Liangdu, did not rush to answer, but quietly felt it for a while, and suddenly her heart moved, and for a moment her eyes were slightly red:

"This ......"

"How?" Liu Erhe was inexplicable.

"The taste of steamed meat."

"It's the taste of steamed pork." Liu Erhe said that he didn't dare to show contempt, but he did feel that Zheng Shanggong was suddenly delirious.

"Steamed pork, when I was a child, my mother used to make steamed meat for me to eat, although it was not steamed with taro, but the aroma of steamed pork emitted through the steamer was very similar to the feeling I had when I was a child." Zheng Shanggong said slowly, as if he thought of many things when he was a child in an instant, and gradually felt sad.

Liu Erhe was slightly stunned because of Zheng Shanggong's sudden change in mood, and inexplicably calmed down with a heart, and felt quietly when he was quiet, at this moment, the heartstrings were suddenly plucked, and he finally understood which memory this familiarity came from:

"I said, how is it a bit like the steamed pork made by my mother-in-law!"

"Does Deputy Chief Butler Liu often steam meat?"

"Don't you steam your house, Lord He?"

"No, no, my family will make taro button meat every Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival, and it is also steamed after the oil first, I really didn't expect that the dishes in my hometown were actually seen in Liangdu. After coming to Liangdu, although he would make taro button meat every year, he didn't feel a good taste when he ate it every year. At this moment, he not only thought of the taste of taro button meat when he was a child, but also inexplicably thought of his wife who would make taro button meat every year to celebrate the festival.

The judges' seats were like being suddenly spelled, and without warning, they fell into a heated discussion, and they were all discussing the steamed meat made by their own mother or wife, Master Jingming and Master Jiang looked at it for a long time, stunned, and then looked at each other in surprise, Master Jiang's eyes were full of shock, looked at the two people on the stage, and quietly exclaimed:

"That's amazing! Although I came up with the title of 'Memory', I didn't expect this to be the result at all! ”

Master Jingming also looked at the stage in amazement, and raised his eyebrows:

"'Memory'...... Is it? ”

Twenty servings of taro button meat were out of the pot almost at the same time, and after neatly being plated, well-trained guys came up to the stage and delivered the dishes in an orderly manner.

As usual, Dongpingmen's dishes were served first, and Dongpingmen watched the guy take the last dish away, although he was not visibly relieved, but the feeling of completing the final mission was obvious, he slowly wiped his palms with a wet cloth towel, his head was slightly raised, and he did not look at the judges' seats, but looked at the cloudy sky overhead, as if he didn't care about what the judges would say about his dishes.

Su Miao glanced at him, paused, picked up the last plate of taro button meat on the cooking table, turned around, walked straight to Dongping Gate, and silently put the plate in front of him.

The people who had been paying attention to Su Miao were slightly stunned because of her sudden and not very reasonable actions, and their eyebrows frowned slightly, and even Tong Changsheng, who had always had an easy expression on the side, was also attracted by the onset of professional habits when he saw this scene, and looked at the stage in puzzlement.

Taking the initiative to ask your opponent to try your own dishes is very rare not only in competitions, but also in normal times.

Dongpingmen looked at the slightly sweet and crispy taro button meat in front of him, slightly stunned, he knew Su Miao's purpose but didn't understand the meaning of her doing this, hesitated for a moment, he chose to pick up chopsticks, sandwiched a piece of button meat, and slowly put it in his mouth.

Judging from the results, he lost to Su Miao, and it was okay to taste the dishes made by the person who defeated him at the last minute, trying to understand the reason for the other party's victory, although he didn't particularly want to know about this reason.

The oily and soft buckle meat enters the mouth, falling on the tip of the tongue, as if it melts at the touch of a touch, which is such a taste, sweet and glutinous, soft, delicate and oily. This kind of taste is not unusual, and the melt-in-your-mouth thing is the basis of the craft for celebrity chefs. In terms of taste, the meat is rotten but not minced, it has absorbed the sweet taste of taro, although it is fat but not greasy, the meat juice is thick, soft and smooth, sweet and delicious. But these are not the parts that can shock Dongpingmen, Dongpingmen was shocked, but his shock was because of the most familiar taste contained in this taro button meat.

The pores of his whole body seemed to expand because of the shock of this moment, beads of sweat overflowed from his palms, and his heart beat fast like a drum. The black and gray eyes widened, he grabbed Su Miao's arm, grabbed it hard, his face looked a little terrible from the perspective of excessive shock and distortion, his emotions were very excited, there was the pain and horror that the surging memories in his heart kept circling out, and those pain and horror kept flowing in the warmth that made him more and more painful, he couldn't bear it, so he was even more manic, he grabbed Su Miao's arm stubbornly, stared at a pair of eyes, roared loudly, and asked loudly:

"Why did you make her taste?"

The audience fell into chaos because of this sudden roar, and the judges and spectators were stunned, and the aftertaste was unclear, seeing the sudden change in the situation on the field, Huo Di stood up and tightened his eyebrows.

Only Su Miao was still very calm, she looked at Dongpingmen's eyes calmly, until he gradually calmed down because of her calmness, the violent reaction just now seemed to use all his strength, and at the moment of calming down, his whole body was weak, he let go of Su Miao's arms and lowered his hands, and also lowered his head, only his mouth was still muttering and asking:

"Why did you make her taste?"

Su Miao looked at him, smiled lightly, paused, and replied softly:

"Taro button meat is a famous dish in Guangdong, you use the most traditional preparation method in Guangdong, but you can never make her taste with traditional preparation methods."

"Why? She is from Guangdong. Dongpingmen frowned, stared at her coldly, and asked indignantly, disgusted with her self-righteousness.

Su Miao understood his disgust, but she was not annoyed, she chuckled, looked at him helplessly, and replied seriously:

"You are so stupid, you are from Lunan, she is from Guangdong, Yuezhou cuisine is sweet, Lunan people love salty, she will naturally change the practice according to your preferences when she does it, the taro button meat she makes is not the taro button meat of Yuezhou, but the taro button meat you love."

Dongpingmen was stunned, he looked at her blankly, even if he wanted to break his head, he couldn't think of the original answer was actually this, he even thought she was talking nonsense, but she did make the most familiar taste. He turned his stiff neck and once again set his gaze on the plate of taro button meat on the table, which was bright red and smelly, and the fingers supporting the cooking table were blue and white, and the green tendons on the back of his hands could be clearly seen.

Su Miao lowered her eyes, was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked softly:

"Are you still worried about the fact that she didn't write to you to rush back?"

Dongpingmen was shocked, and he looked at her with terrible eyes, his cold eyes seemed to be murderous.

Su Miao only smiled lightly, and she whispered to him:

"It must be because the way you shine when you realize your dreams is the scenery she wants to see most in her life."

When her words fell, an indescribable sadness came to Dongpingmen's heart, it was an indescribable pain, and such pain made his body tremble slightly.

"This is the greatest tenderness a woman has for a man she loves dearly." Su Miao continued.

The eyes began to damp, and it seemed that tears were flowing up little by little, gradually blurring the vision.

"The taro button meat you made won the Jin'an final that year, I think, your wife must have been very happy at that time." Su Miao said.

The tears that could no longer be suppressed burst when her words fell, and Dongpingmen's legs were weak, and he slipped down the cooking table on the table, hiding his face with his hands, and whimpered sadly. (To be continued.) )