"This is good! This is delicious! When I ate it, I didn't think it was a winter melon bun, and the winter melon was greasy, especially the soup here, which was so fragrant! Wu Zhizhou nodded and said with bright eyes.

"Indeed, this soup tastes just right! And the bowl of egg dumplings just now, whether it is skin or filling, it is so comfortable to eat! "Master Li is still unfinished.

"Winter melon dumplings and egg dumpling soup, these two can be put together and compared!" Ge Yuanwai smacked his lips and said with a smile on his face.

"It's a good taste, but young people nowadays are too willing to follow their own temperament, and once new ideas come up, many traditions are all forgotten." Xia Chang drank the tea slowly and methodically, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his words were serious and authentic.

"Mr. Xia, what do you say?" Mother Jiang asked suspiciously.

"The original name of dumplings was 'Jiao'er', and because of the twisting of the mouth, it has the common name of 'dumplings'. In order to help the poor, the doctor set up a medical shed, set up a cauldron, opened on the day of the winter solstice, and gave medicine to the poor to treat their injuries. After people eat the cold soup, the whole body is hot, the blood is smooth, the ears are warmed, and after eating for a period of time, the patient's rotten ears will be cured. The medicine of the medical saint is continued until the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the first day of the new year. People celebrate the New Year and also celebrate the recovery of rotten ears, and they make New Year's food in the same way as Jiao'er. Later, in order to commemorate the opening of the shed medicine by the Holy Doctor, people will eat Jiao'er every winter solstice and the first day of the new year. This is where 'Jiao'er comes from.

Therefore, Jiao'er is ear-shaped, if it is not ear-shaped, it is not Jiao'er, if it is round, it is a ball, if it is rolled, if it is an ingot-shaped, it is a ravioli. I can't tell you what shape it is, but it's pretty good, but it's more like siu mai. Dumplings themselves are a monumental food. Re-creation of novelty should not deviate from its original meaning, so, except for the shape of the ear. Other shapes are not called 'dumplings'. ”

"What Mr. Xia said is exactly what I wanted to say," Wu Zhizhou immediately spoke as if he had found an alliance when he heard this, "I just said. Like that bean skin dumplings. That's called 'dumplings', and that's clearly 'bean skin rolls'. And this lettuce roll ball, isn't this 'lettuce roll meatballs'? The question requires that dumplings be made, not the shape of the ears, where are they still called dumplings, this is not a question of how you want to do it, this is a historical issue, it is a question involving the commemoration of the medical saint, and the young people are not studying now. Even if you don't take the imperial examination, even if you can cook as long as you can cook, at least you should read some books, how can you succeed if you don't study! ”

Wu Zhizhou is probably at an age where he likes to criticize young people. The more he talked, the more excited he became, the more he spoke, the more impassioned he became, and in the end, Huo Di stood up, and he didn't know the posture of the style and thought he was giving a speech.

He spoke too loudly, and the people on the stage and the nearby audience all heard it, Su Miao's face was blackened, and Acacia Green's face was green!

Su Miao thought about it for a long time, and finally realized that her creativity was defeated by the historical commemoration that the judges paid attention to, and she was stunned for a long time, and squeezed out a sentence indignantly from between her teeth:

"A bunch of old-fashioned!"

The aftertaste was also a little unexpected, and he raised his eyebrows and said funny:

"It was pinched on this, this must have been brought up by Xia Chang."

Su Miao snorted sullenly, not considering that the historical significance was her negligence, although she was a little hot, she couldn't say anything.

The score of the exhibition competition is judged from the four aspects of "color, flavor and shape", each with the highest score of three points, the lowest score of zero, and after the four scores are completed, the final score is calculated together.

Each judge is given something similar to a table with the names of twelve groups of contestants and four scoring columns. After the judges have scored all the scores, they throw the score sheet into the wooden box directly in front of the stage under the stage. After everyone has finished casting the table, the ceremonial officer will count the scores on the spot and write them on the big red scoreboard carried up by the two guys. The names of the twelve groups of contestants are written on the scoreboard, tall and long, so that anyone from afar can see them clearly.

After all the 24 judges submitted their forms, the ceremonial officer opened the wooden box and began to count the scores.

Su Miao stood behind the stove, listening to the etiquette officer read the scores one by one and add them together, which was long and verbose and made her feel bored. Anyway, this is just an exhibition match, of course it is good to get the first place to advance directly, and if you don't get it, you won't be eliminated, so she doesn't care too much.

So far, Changsheng has the highest score among these people who have been scored. This is not surprising to Su Miao, the more competitive ones are Changsheng and Tong Zhengsi, but Tong Zhengsi's greasy taro dumplings are indeed not as pleasing as Changsheng's rice dumplings.

It was too boring to stand in a daze, so Su Miao took out a handkerchief from her pocket and fiddled with it underneath.

I saw her sneakily hanging her head and not knowing what she was doing, staring at her hand, but I saw that she folded a handkerchief into a fat mouse in a short time.

The childish little game made Aftertaste laugh out loud.

Su Miao was triumphant and showed off to him.

Aftertaste smiled, took out a sky-blue handkerchief from his arms, fiddled with his dexterous hands, and finally folded out a blue rose, and handed it to Su Miao with a smile.

Su Miao didn't expect him to fold out a flower, blinked his eyes twice, smiled, took the rose in his hand, and replied shyly.

"Little San, this kid, his hair has grown up, he has learned to make the girl happy, he understands the importance of playing tricks, and he has finally grown up." Hui Gan put down the monocular bronze lookout glass, said with relief, paused, and sighed with a hint of nostalgia, "I think I taught him the trick of folding flowers with a handkerchief." ”

Liang Min glanced at him and ignored him.

On the stage, Acacia Green actually lost to Changsheng Twenty Points, which made her pointed face green and green, and her sharp eyes were full of anger, and Su Miao could hear her gritting her teeth so far away from her.

When it was Tong Ran's turn, the sum of each of the four scores of color, fragrance and shape was seventy points. According to the calculation that each of the 24 judges gave the highest score of three points, the highest score for each item was 72 points, and Tong Ran was 70 points for each item, which is a very high score. The scores of Changsheng's four items, which had always been in the lead, were only fifty points, sixty-five points, sixty-eight points, and sixty-five points, and at this moment, Changsheng was squeezed into second place by Tong Ran with a total score of 280 points, and there was a difference of thirty-two points between the two people.

Changsheng didn't care, he was still smiling.

Tong Zhengsi couldn't help but care, but he had the lowest score on the same stage among the three brothers, and at this moment a group-shaped face was green like a frog.

After Tong Ran was Su Miao, the ceremonial officer read a large string of numbers, Su Miao's memory was not very good, so he naturally couldn't listen to him read his own score, so he turned around and looked at the scoreboard, and the two guys next to the scoreboard were calculating the total score according to the score read by the ceremonial officer.

Everyone looked at the scoreboard.

On the scoreboard, the first two items have been counted, which are sixty-six points and seventy points.

The first item was four points less than Tong Ran, which made many people a little disappointed, but they still stared at the scoreboard with burning eyes, after all, there is a precedent for Su Miao to be good at turning the tables, and the match between her and Wan Guoan is still talked about by people until now, especially the last two reversals.

The third score was written out by the guy with a big stroke of the pen - seventy-two points!

As soon as this score came out, the audience was in an uproar, not only the highest score, but also a perfect score, and getting this score meant that all the twenty-four judges gave her the highest score of three points.

Even the judges were surprised and looked at each other.

Generally speaking, the judges rarely give a perfect score in such a competition, so when they succumbed to their inner preferences and wanted to give a full score, the judges really struggled for a while, but everyone gave them all full marks, which made the judges feel both surprised and at the same time feel that their hesitation just now was a little funny.

The spectators under the stage were amazed when they saw this score, and some of the people who had not tried it grabbed the people who had tried it and asked vigorously:

"Are crystal soup dumplings really that delicious?"

"Delicious, delicious!" The people who had eaten it laughed and said unsatisfied.

"How delicious is it?" The person who asked became more and more curious and asked.

The little brother with the toothpick squinted his eyes and thought for a long time, and replied mysteriously:

"I want to melt it with the dumplings, it's so delicious!"

The people next to him didn't understand what he meant, but those who had tried it all nodded in agreement.

The ceremonial officer had finally finished reading the last twenty-four sets of numbers, and the total score of the fourth item had been combined, and the man walked up to the scoreboard with a brush and waved his pen - sixty-eight points.

The audience was in an uproar again, this time with a more violent reaction than a few minutes ago!

"Make no mistake, so little!"

"Blind or blind, so delicious!"

"However, when it comes to color and shape, it is indeed the golden and jade dumplings that are superior." A scholar-like humanistic crepe said.

"It's good-looking, it's not for food, and the crystal soup dumplings don't look good, the winter melon slices can be pinched so skillfully, it's not good-looking, you're blind!"

The scholarly figure twitched his eyebrows, said "full of foul language, unreasonable", turned around and left, too lazy to stay with a group of rough people.

No matter what the audience discussed, Su Miao still ranked second with a total score of 276 points, losing to Tong Ran by four points.

Tong Ran looked over with a smile and bowed his hand politely, which meant "admit and admit".

Su Miao rolled her eyes, turned her head away, and snorted from her nose. (To be continued......)