"There are still people with such craftsmanship in Suzhou!" Hui Gan put down the silver key in his hand and praised with a smile.

"The custard made with sea urchin tastes good." Liang Chang smiled and said, "This skill is no worse than the imperial chef in the palace, and he is also from Suzhou?" ”

"Your Highness doesn't recognize it? He is the third son of Tong Xinrong, the richest man in Qin'an. ”

Liang Chang was stunned for a while, thought for a long time, and said, "Ah, it turns out that he is the third young master of the Tong family, and I have really heard of him." ”

"What has Your Highness heard?" Hui Gan asked curiously.

"My maternal grandfather's ancestral home is Suzhou, and my mother also lived in Suzhou for a period of time when she was a child, and later although she entered the palace, she also returned to Suzhou Province many years ago, and contacted many childhood friends, including the wife of the Tong family. I also overheard Mama Guo and her mother chatting about this, that Mrs. Tong was originally the granddaughter of the famous metaphysical Mr. Kong, Mr. Kong returned to his hometown with his only granddaughter after saying goodbye to old age, and entrusted Mrs. Tong to his friend when he was dying, that is, the old man of the Tong family. Mrs. Tong grew up in Tong Mansion since she was a child, and first promised Tong Xinrong, the eldest young master of Tong Mansion, but I don't know why, Mrs. Tong said goodbye the day before the wedding, and Tong Mansion had no choice but to temporarily change the bride to the sedan chair. A few years later, when Tong Xinrong was in charge of the house, Mrs. Tong suddenly returned, at that time, the previous Mrs. Tong had passed away, and the new Mrs. Tong became a house-filler, giving birth to two men one after another. Later, Tong Xinyao, the second master of the Tong family, who had been doing business in other provinces, suddenly returned home, and then suddenly one day, Mrs. Tong and Tong Xinyao were caught and raped in bed by Tong Xinrong. Tong Xinrong was furious and locked up his wife and second brother respectively. But I don't know what happened, and before I had time to interrogate, Mrs. Tong and Tong Xinyao committed suicide the next day. This matter has become an unsolved case, and at the same time, it has also become a scandalous secret in the Tong Mansion that cannot be known to outsiders. After that, some people began to say that the reason why Mrs. Tong ran away from marriage was because the person she liked was Tong Xinyao, and some people said that she did not run away from marriage, but eloped with Tong Xinyao. As for what the truth is, no one knows, and the two boys born to Mrs. Tong, Tong Xinyao was not in the house during the period from Youxi to childbirth. Therefore, it can be concluded that this child is Tong Xinrong's son, but when she was pregnant with the third young master, it was the period when Tong Xinyao had just returned to Tong Mansion, and some people speculated that Tong Sanshao was likely to be Tong Xinyao's son. Although Tong Xinrong did not disagree with this son. But rumors spread in the house, and he must have a pimple in his heart. Tong Sanshao is a well-behaved person, knowing that his father is not only guilty of his doubts about the bloodline of his once most favored son, but also feels piercing for the existence of this son. Simply stay away from home. In doing so, he kept his identity as the third young master of the Tong family, and at the same time stabilized his younger brother's position in the mansion. ”

Liang Chang laughed when he mentioned this: "At that time, when my mother talked about this matter, she also said that things were so coincidental, and the truth was not necessarily what it was. ”

"It turns out that the Tong family still has this secret, I said that I obviously saw the fourth young master and the third young master of the Tong family in the last Chef King Competition, and I used many methods, but I never found out the reason why Tong Sanshao left home, I thought he was a natural prodigal, but I didn't expect it to be because of this."

"Can't find out why?" Liang Chang smiled. He glanced at him and said meaningfully. "You can't find out what you can't find, it seems that the Tong family is not as simple as it seems on the surface."

"Who is as simple as it seems?" Hui Gan bent a pair of bright and flawless eyes, looked at him with a smile, and said.

"That's right." Liang Chang smiled lightly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip slowly, but glanced at him gloomily with a pair of eagle-like eyes.

"This dish is Miss Su Miao's sea urchin fried rice!" The well-trained guy stepped forward and placed the three plates of fried rice in front of the three of them, neither humble nor arrogant, as if to carry out the rules of the competition "no matter whether you are high or low, whether you are up or down".

"The little brother and sister are really heroic, and it is very similar to her own style!" Hui Gan gently stirred the brightly colored fried rice with the tip of the spoon and said with a grin, "If it were me, I would definitely use the bowl button to make a beautiful shape." ”

"She's not heroic." Liang Min finally opened his mouth, snorted, and said, in his opinion, Su Miao's heroism can only be described in one word, that is-wild.

"Even if you say that, you think she's likable, don't you?" Hui Gan asked with a grin.

"Where do you see that I'm thinking that?" Liang Min asked rhetorically with a calm face.

"Your biggest flaw is that you can't frankly admit what you like, and you are jealous of people and things you hate." Hui Gan shrugged his shoulders and said, scooping a spoonful of bright and fragrant sea urchin fried rice and putting it in his mouth.

Fresh and smooth, very unexpected taste, just a simple fried rice, spread in the mouth of the taste turned out to be fresh and smooth, mellow, people after tasting and unforgettable.

The colors are bright and shiny with a tempting flavor and glutinousness. Looking through the hot air slowly drifting away from the breeze, every grain of rice is full and full, and it is rare that even the moisture content in it is just right. The reason why fried rice is called fried rice is how to cook the taste of the rice to the most perfect softness, and how to integrate the characteristics of other side dishes through the texture and taste of the rice, and play the most beautiful movement together. The shape of the rice grains is slender but not shriveled, and the texture of the rice grains is soft but not sticky, a little brittle, but not stiff. The mellow flavor of the meat and the delicious rice grains of the sea urchin are stir-fried over high heat, making the already bright aroma even more intense and attractive.

The saltiness of the sea urchin, the richness of the gravy, the sweetness of the rice, the crispness of the kale, and all kinds of distinct and independent flavors are appropriately integrated, and it is a kind of spring that seems to be placed in the warm sunshine, bright and fresh, everything is revived, vibrant, and fragrant.

"It's really a dish with a strong 'Su Miao style'!" Hui Gan said with a smile.

"There is a ...... The warm smell is bright and bright, and there is a feeling that the mood is suddenly better. Liang Chang held the silver spoon in his hand and was silent for a while. I couldn't help but smile.

"Even His Royal Highness King Wen has become so keen this time, it seems that Miss Su's simple and distinct personal style is indeed very remarkable, and it should not be underestimated!" Hui Gan said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"I don't think there's any difference between the two dishes. This kind of ...... The feeling of harmony is like coming from the same person. Liang Min frowned and said in a condensed voice.

"That's true, if I didn't know that it was made by two people, I would almost think that these two dishes were made by the same person, I don't know much about cooking, but Jing Shizi said so. I really feel that way. Liang Changdao.

The curvature of the corners of Hui Gan's lips deepened, and he glanced at Changsheng who was smiling on the stage, and laughed lightly:

"His Highness Little Yamato's feelings are not wrong. I'm afraid that the situation of the younger brother and sister is not good. ”

"How?" Liang Min was slightly stunned, and subconsciously asked seriously.

"When did you become so concerned about your little siblings?" Hui Gan looked at him and asked with a smile.

Liang Min looked at him with a cold face.

Hui Gan smiled, and stopped joking. A cursory sweep of the faces of the judges at the other tables. Snorted:

"Just look at the faces of those judges."

When Liang Min and Liang Chang heard him say this, they both went to observe the expressions of the judges, and found that the actions of the twelve judges at this time were all different, they all tasted a mouthful of sea urchin fried rice, took a sip of herbal tea and rinsed it, and then tasted a mouthful of the sea urchin steamed egg that was served before, and after tasting it, they were stunned, and then began to repeat the previous series of actions.

"What's so strange about today's judges?" Liang Chang asked suspiciously.

"The little brother and sister have met an amazing opponent." Hui Gan rubbed his lips twice with his slender onion-like hand. Looking at the stage, he said with a smile. "This year's Qin'an Provincial Selection Contest has produced so many good players, and the excitement is no less than that of the Liangdu finals in previous years, so it's a pity to put it in a small place like Qin'an."

"Don't go around in circles, what's going on, is that Tong Changsheng so powerful?" Liang Chang asked curiously, not to mention anything else, he seemed to like Su Miao's dishes since the last tea soup beef, so it was inevitable that he would be biased towards Su Miao, and when he heard the words, he couldn't help but be worried.

"I just heard it as an anecdote at the time, but since about ten years ago, there has been a very sensational young celebrity chef in the major restaurants, and his magic lies in his ability to imitate the signature dishes of any of his competitors, so vividly that even the most seasoned gourmets cannot see the difference in craftsmanship, it can be said that they are exactly the same, and the difference is exactly the same. All the restaurants that hired him were able to survive because they copied the opponent's signature dishes, and for a time the boy became famous, but after that he disappeared, and after a while, a boy with the exact same technique but a different name would emerge from somewhere else, and after a few repetitions, I guessed that it was probably the same person, but with a pseudonym. But later, there was no news of this young man, I thought he had changed careers or closed the mountain, but I didn't expect him to come out again after many years, it turned out that he had gone home. Hui Gan looked at the stage, a pair of raised eyes narrowed slightly, and said with a smile.

“…… That is, imitations? "Liang Min is a person who likes to face each other head-on, and he disdains this kind of person who uses his cleverness on his intestines, which is ironic.

"He's no ordinary imitation." Although Hui Gan was smiling, a pair of inky black eyes condensed slightly, "Imitators usually have an excellent sense of taste, but he is different from ordinary imitators, I used to eat his dishes in Liangdu many years ago, although I didn't know that he made it at the time, but I was impressed." Not only the color, flavor and shape, but also the artistic conception and style are imitated vividly, and even the original author himself cannot be distinguished in many cases. Someone once half-jokingly called him the 'assassin' of the culinary world, which means that he first hides in the shadows to observe, and then surprises those pretentious celebrity chefs with a fatal blow, a single move. ”

Liang Min and Liang Chang both looked at him with incomprehensible eyes, for those of them who came from the military, these curves and curves in the kitchen world were ridiculously rich.

"Who will win?" Liang Min asked the most practical question.

“…… Let's see who's lucky. Hui Gan pretended to think for a long time and replied with a smile.

Liang Min and Liang Chang glanced at him with disdain and turned their heads away.

…… Imitation?

On the stage, Su Miao was woken up by the aftertaste, and the smile hooked on the corner of her lips condensed.

As the original creator of the food, she doesn't think that Changsheng imitated her, but it is likely that this idea is because she still keeps a clear head, she knows herself, so she can tell that even if the style of this sea urchin steamed egg is like her craft, it is not her who made it.

However, once she puts herself in an objective position, she has to admit that it is like, very similar, like if she has a bad memory, she is likely to mistakenly think that this is something she made herself.

This was the first time she knew Changsheng's cooking method clearly and clearly, she didn't know that he was good at imitation, but at that time she thought that all chefs would imitate, because every chef starts to learn from imitation, but she never dreamed that Changsheng's style is imitation.

A simple transformation of his own style that others may have groped for a lifetime becomes his style, which is always changeable, never exhausted, and never bored diners, what a sinister and cunning talent...... Like him, indeed.

Fifteen judges began to score at the urging of the ceremonial officer!

The lowest score is 0 points, the highest score is 5 points, and the score starts from left to right, and this game has a dull opening and seems to have a dull ending, and it ends in a draw!

The audience was silent, and they didn't know if it was because they were too shocked, or if they felt that this ending was so uninteresting that they were speechless.

On the stage, Changsheng was still smiling, as if he didn't care whether the game was won or lost.

Aftertaste glanced at Su Miao, Su Miao's expression was unprecedentedly cold, she rarely did not smile, a pair of watery apricot eyes rippled faintly with dark shadows, as if she was contemplative, more like she was in a daze.

At this stage of the game, she has not lost, she has lost many times, but no matter which time she loses, she is smiling, this is the first time she has shown a solemn expression, and the ending is not a failure, just a draw.

The ceremonial officer smiled and announced that today's game was over and that he would come back tomorrow.

"It's only been an hour now!" Chen Sheng, who was highly nervous, couldn't help but shout, what kind of rule is this, one day is better than an hour, and it's over if you make a sea urchin and have a draw, isn't this a sincere blockage in people's hearts?

"At least one more time, what's the matter with being so salty?" At that end, Yuan Hong also felt unhappy and said loudly.

The etiquette officer still smiled: "Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, after noon is the game between the fourth prince of Tong and Mr. Gu, tomorrow is the day of the fun game, and the morning after tomorrow is the second game of the official game, which is the rule of four into two." With that, the people left first, leaving two groups of players who looked at each other.

Su Miao was surprisingly silent, and when the ceremonial official's voice fell, she took the lead in turning around and stepping off the stage.

At the same time, Changsheng also walked down the stone ladder to the stage.

The two met under the stage.

"Miss Su's sea urchin fried rice is really good, this is the first time I fell in love with fried rice, and I always hated it before!" Changsheng said to her with a grin, as if they were very familiar.

Su Miao paused, glanced at him, and asked with a smile:

"You, good at imitation?"

"It's just someone else's statement, I don't think it's a copy, I'm just able to make the most proud delicacy of others." Changsheng smiled lightly, looked at her and said, "But Miss Su's craft is really difficult to learn, I have stayed in Fengzhou for so long, but I have only learned a little fur." What does Ms So think of my craft? ”

"You don't have an ego style?" Su Miao didn't answer, and asked rhetorically.

"The self that never exists is the self." Changsheng replied with a smile, without the slightest waver in his tone.

Su Miao looked at him blankly for a while, then suddenly laughed, took a step, and left without saying a word. (To be continued......)