The commotion on the judges' bench surprised Tong Ran, his face froze, and he stared at the lifelike chrysanthemum tofu on the judges' table without saying a word.

Compared with the Wensi tofu he made, the two are actually not much different, and when the two dishes are put together, even a layman can see that there are two things together: knife work and broth.

The cooking level of the soup stock is on par with the two, and the winner is in this knife work, Tong Ran's knife work may not be worse than Su Miao, if he is asked to make chrysanthemum tofu, he is not unable to make it, but this is a game, and the selection of topics in the competition occupies an extremely important position, even if Tong Ran is not unable to make chrysanthemum tofu, but he chose Wensi tofu, and Su Miao chose to make chrysanthemum tofu No matter who it seems, the knife work is better.

Obviously, Su Miao had the upper hand in this game.

Tong Ran had already predicted such a result, paused, and curled the corners of his lips with a smile.

The third game of the first round of the Qin'an finals, the result was not unexpected, Su Miao narrowly defeated Tong Ran by two points, the first round after a draw in two games, the stalemate was finally broken, Su Miao had the upper hand with a slight advantage, with a total score of two draws and one win, Su Miao won the first round of the game, and the situation was in a temporary lead.

"This time I really want to say congratulations, congratulations to Miss Su for taking the lead for the time being!" After stepping off the stage, Tong Ran did not have the chagrin of losing the game at all, but stepped forward with a smile and congratulated him with excellent singing.

Su Miao glanced at him, she didn't have anything to be happy about, in fact, she knew it very well in her heart. In the last game, she won because she won on the topic, and in the game where the winner was determined by strength, she won by virtue of the better choice. It's just opportunistic, it's nothing, and if it's a bit more competitive, it's a shame for your career.

On Wensi Tofu, Tong Ran has completely demonstrated his strength, from knife work to craftsmanship, flawless. No doubt.

The dishes he cooks are the same as the way he acts, and under the elegance of the noble son, there is a pride and oppression that is enough to overwhelm everything.

"How. Not happy to win? Tong Ran looked at her with a stiff face and an expressionless face, and the smile on the corner of her lips was even brighter, looking a little dazzling.

"Cooking competitions, unless the food is really hard to swallow. Otherwise, there is nothing to win or lose. Su Miao said lightly. Inattentive.

"Is Miss Su comforting me, or are you comforting yourself? If you lose one day, are you going to explain your defeat by saying that you didn't win or lose at all? If you don't think you can win or lose this kind of competition, why are you competing? When you come to a group of people who want to compete in cooking, are you showing your disdain for those who chase fame and fortune? Or do you use 'joining in the fun' as an excuse so you don't lose face when you lose the game? He smiled lightly, but his words were aggressive.

Su Miao's eyes condensed slightly. After a pause, he smiled: "Don't you just want me to admit that my skills are inferior." But so far, your craftsmanship has not convinced me. She said lightly, turned around, and walked away.

Aftertaste glanced at Tong Ran, whose face was condensed, and left with Su Miao.

Su Yan glared at Tong Ran hatefully, this nasty ghost hates a thousand times more than a nasty ghost, he hates him the most!

Tong Ran stared at Su Miao's back for a while, and the corners of his lips hooked.

Su Miao returned to Jichun Zhai, staggered back to her room, and fell on the soft couch like dry wood, with her feet crossed, lying straight on the couch to raise her corpse.

Since Acacia Green and they left, only Su Miao's group was left in Jichunzhai, so the empty house was all occupied by their people, and now only Su Miao lives in the main house.

Su Miao crossed Erlang's legs on the soft couch, put her hands in front of her, and kept beating her fingers on the back of her hands, without saying a word.

Aftertaste opened the bamboo curtain and walked in, glanced at her, paused, stepped forward, and sat on the edge of her soft couch.

Su Miao glanced at him, his eyes were suspicious, he rarely took the initiative to follow her into the room, such a situation was very rare, so she gestured with her eyes and asked him what he wanted to do if he wanted to follow up.

This kind of inquiry showed a strange sense of distance, and the aftertaste was a little unpleasant, and after a pause, he asked:

"Eat, you haven't eaten in a day."

"After a day of tossing, I'm full when I look at it." Su Miao said lazily, after making tofu for a day, even if you don't eat it, just looking at it is enough.

Aftertaste stared at her for a while, then took a red apple from the fruit bowl on the coffee table, took the fruit knife, and said while peeling it:

"Let's have an apple."

Su Miao stared at him and peeled it neatly, round and round, and a long strip of apple peel fell to the ground, without a break in the middle. Immediately, the aftertaste knife turned, and the rabbit-shaped apple pieces were neatly cut out on the round apple with a knife, pierced it with the tip of the knife, and sent it to Su Miao's mouth.

Su Miao stared at the rabbit-like apple for a while, opened her mouth, ate it, puffed out her cheeks and chewed it.

After a while, she suddenly lowered her head and stared at her hands.

After feeding her two more apples, she was still in a daze, so he couldn't help asking:

"What do you see? What happened to the hands? ”

"It's nothing, I've been chopping vegetables too much lately, and my palms are a little sore." Su Miao replied with a grunt.

Her usual workload is obviously more than 100 times that of this kind of competition, and I didn't see her say that her palms hurt.

Aftertaste looked at her for a while, didn't say anything, pulled her palm, and kneaded it lightly.

Su Miao stared intently at the hand he was kneading his hand, and after a while, he suddenly half-lifted, leaned over, leaned his head on his arm, and rubbed the back of his hand while calling softly:

"Small taste, small taste, small flavor......"

Aftertaste glanced at her and held out his hand. Touched her head.

His hands, though whiter and tenderer than hers, were much larger than hers and covered her head. They almost covered her head. Su Miao narrowed a pair of cat-like eyes for him to caress and rub on his palm, and after a while, she raised her neck happily and looked at him with a smile.

The aftertaste looked at her raised little face for a moment. Leaned down and lightly imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

"......" The corners of Su Miao's mouth twitched fiercely, could it be that her forehead was better looking than her lips?

"It's the first time I've participated in the King Chef Competition. I've already made it to the finals, how does it feel? Aftertaste rubbed her head twice with her big hand and suddenly asked.

Su Miao was slightly stunned when she heard this, and naturally she wouldn't tell him that this was not her first time participating in the competition at all. She has participated in more modern and rigorous cooking competitions. But this time is indeed her first cooking competition after coming to Yue Liangguo, the competition is unexpectedly fierce, there are many masters, there are many things that are too unexpected, there are many things that are too unusual, let her say it in detail, she really doesn't know where to start.

"I don't feel anything." She thought about it for a long time and answered an ambiguous answer.

Aftertaste smiled. He was not commented on the answer and paused. Continue to smile and ask:

"Which of you think will win this final between you and Tong Ran?"

"How do I know this, I'm not a judge!" Su Miao was amused by his question and thought it was a silly question.

"You are not a layman, and you have been doing this for a long time, it shouldn't be too difficult for you to make a rough judgment on the strength of your opponent, you have already competed three times, you can't even find out Tong Ran's true strength." Aftertaste looked at her with a calm expression, as if he was just chatting casually, and said lightly.

Su Miao was slightly stunned, looked at him for a while, and smiled:

"It's just a game, winning or losing doesn't mean anything, are you too obsessed with winning or losing? Although it is good to win, it is not because the strength is very poor when you lose, but it is even inferior. ”

After looking at her for a while, his slender eyebrows raised, paused, and said:

"That's right, but ......"

"Just what?" Su Miao asked with a smile.

"If you emphasize this argument too many times, it will make others think that you are running away from the real problem." Aftertaste looked at her and said slowly.

Su Miao's face changed, she looked at him with a blank look, and after a while, she asked with a smile:

"What do you mean?"

"I don't think that with your strength you will lose to Tong Ran, of course, I didn't want you to win all the way to the end, although I hope that, but there are many people with outstanding skills in Yue Liangguo, and it is not yet known what kind of opponent Liang Du will meet in the finals, and overconfidence will turn into conceit. But the opponent is Tong Ran, and I don't think you'll lose to him. Aftertaste said solemnly.

"Why?" Su Miao looked at him casually, she hated the topic a little now, and there was a little resistance, she snorted and said, "Is it because Tong Ran lost to you in the final last time?" ”

"Your craftsmanship surpasses mine, so in Qin An, you won't lose." Aftertaste replied lightly.

"......" The corners of Su Miao's eyes twitched fiercely, looked at him, and said speechlessly, "Should I say that you are too confident, or should I say that you are too humble to pull yourself down to the Qin'an region?" ”

"It's just a matter of facts. You don't seem to be used to participating in competitions, no matter what kind of questions you come up with, you think the judges will come up with bad ideas to play you up; Every game you just treat it as a game; You use the argument that 'it doesn't matter if you win or lose, as long as someone who knows how to like it' as your explanation. The King Chef Competition is indeed a very stupid competition, to a large extent it is just a fun game, but at the same time, the King Chef Competition is also the best opportunity to test the chef's skills. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Su Miao was a little impatient, and asked with a wrinkled face.

"I feel like your confidence has been worn out by the long races, along with your patience." Aftertaste looked at her and said sharply.

Su Miao frowned, brushed her long hair twice with her hand, and said with a tense face:

"You're thinking too much, I don't!"

"That's because you've met too many opponents of equal proportions, so you're feeling flustered?" Aftertaste looked at her and asked.

"I'm just starting to get bored." Su Miao yawned and replied nonchalantly.

Aftertaste was silent for a while, then nodded: "Well, I also know that before the game starts, you always dismiss it, thinking that it is just a game with gimmicks, but once you stand in front of the stove, you will be full of energy and spirits." I just want to say that in this kind of competition, it is too common to meet opponents who are on the same level as yourself, because the people who come to participate in this kind of competition are originally the best characters who have been screened; Second, you belong to the liberal faction, and liberal people are usually not taken seriously in this kind of rigorous competition, because many ideas are at odds with the traditional judges, and even if you can make a dish that meets their taste, they will give you low marks for some rigid dissatisfaction. But I don't think you need to care about these things at all, because what you make can transcend prejudices, strictness, and conventions and rules, and it's only a matter of time before you break these shackles. You don't have to be anxious at all, you don't have to think about anything, just be your ordinary self, and you can surpass everything if you struggle with a normal heart. ”

Su Miao looked at him intently, blinked his eyes twice, and after a long time, he suddenly said:

"I finally understand what you're trying to say, so you're trying to say this!"

After a pause, she burst out laughing.

Regarding the point of comforting people, Aftertaste is a novice, and his serious appearance looks funny, but Su Miao doesn't plan to laugh, so as not to hurt his self-esteem.

With a smile in her eyebrows, she leaned over with a smile, put her hands on his arms, leaned on him, looked at her with a smile, paused, and called out softly:

"Little taste! Small taste! ”

Aftertaste looked at her for a while, then stretched out his big hand with slightly rough fingertips and gently touched her head twice.

Su Miaoxiao bent her eyebrows, leaned closer, raised a delicate face, and looked at him with a smile.

Aftertaste continued to look at her for a moment, then leaned down and imprinted a shallow kiss on her forehead in her eyes full of anticipation.

"......" The corners of Su Miao's eyebrows twitched fiercely, and sure enough, her forehead was the best-looking?

Just as she was thinking about it, his lips suddenly shifted a little, and the soft touch fell on the corners of her pink lips, making her heart skip a beat!

It seems that she looks good everywhere, and her mind thinks in a daze when she cares about confusion.

The sound of cicadas came from the plane trees in the yard, and summer had begun...... (To be continued.) )