The aftertaste that had been buried in front of the stove finally noticed the big movement made by Su Miao, stared at it for a while, and saw that she was not burning her hair, so she was relieved and continued the work in hand. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The countdown to the competition began, and after all ten dishes were served by the guy and sent to the judging table, Su Miao breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, no longer bent over, she leaned back on the counter, and relied on the fingertips of the knife to soothe the tense wrists.

At this time, she finally had time to notice the aftertaste of the dishes, and she thought that there would be one of his signature stewed lion heads among the ten dishes, otherwise he would have been able to make Fu Lushou, who knew that there was none. When Su Miao saw the last two dishes served by his side, he was taken aback, and his eyes almost fell on the plate. Because she was too surprised, the knife in her hand, which was still spinning rapidly, suddenly fell off, grazed her tiger's mouth, and cut a not-so-deep cut.

Although the wound was not deep, blood still came out, and Su Miao gasped, which attracted the low shouts of Feng Erniu and Ruan Shuang, and the knife landed with a crisp clanging sound.

Before Su Miao could take out a handkerchief and hold the wound, a familiar smell wafted over, quickly surrounding her, and the sky-blue handkerchief pressed against her tiger's mouth, accompanied by a slightly nervous reproach:

"Why are you so careless? How many times have I said, don't always mess with knives, no one thinks of knives as a chef's stunt, and you're not a hooligan boss! ”

The wound was not deep, Su Miao didn't care, she pressed the wound with a handkerchief, she pointed to the porcelain plate held by the vegetable guy with a smile, and raised her eyebrows at the aftertaste:

"What are you...... Stealing art from me? ”

Aftertaste glanced at the dishes that were served to the judging table, smiled, withdrew his gaze, looked at her, and said softly:

"Actually, you prefer to cook that kind of food, right?"

"Huh?" Su Miao was stunned.

Aftertaste took her hand, turned around, and pulled her to her own cooking table, where there were still dishes that had been made as experiments.

Su Miao's eyes widened, and she looked straight at the dishes that made her feel familiar but became a little unfamiliar because she hadn't seen them for many years.

A finger-wide tube is made from hard buckwheat and cooked in boiling water with salt.

Stir-fry minced beef with minced shallots and garlic, mix with wine and cook into a red sauce, and fill the gaps in the thick noodles.

Melt the butter, turn the heat to low and fry the finely sifted flour until bubbles come out, pour in the milk cooked with thyme and cardamom in several parts, cook it into a white sauce and pour it over the coarse tube surface filled with the filling.

The slightly hard noodles are completely different from the boiled noodles you usually eat, and they are extremely elastic and chewy. The beef sauce in the filling, the fruity aroma of the wine softens the flesh of the beef, removes the fishy smell of the beef, makes the sauce more smooth, and the taste of the thick noodles converges together, like playing a symphony of tranquility and tranquility, thick and wonderful, the taste is unique, and then paired with the milky and fragrant snow-white sauce, sweet and mellow, quite elegant.

What surprised Su Miao even more was the salmon tower.

Take the light red salmon meat, spread sea salt, black pepper and sesame seeds evenly on both sides of the fish with the palm of your hand, fry the salmon meat on both sides in an oil pan until golden brown, and cut the fish into cubes of the same size.

Add oil, salt and white vinegar to the egg yolk, stir evenly and quickly, stir the egg yolk into a viscous sauce like condensed milk, pour in the diced salmon meat, and mix well with the chopped shallots and pickled cucumbers. Cut the cucumber and tomato into small cubes, take a cylindrical mold, and fill the salmon meat, cucumber, and tomato into the mold in order to make a cylindrical tower shape, and then decorate it with flowers and leaves at the top.

The cylindrical salmon tower, the pink and tender fish, the emerald green cucumber, the bright red tomato, the fresh aroma of the fish and the milky aroma of the egg yolk are intertwined, with the crisp and refreshing cucumber and sweet and sour appetizing tomato, fresh and refreshing, especially suitable for this autumn high and refreshing weather, as if even the wind has become clear and chic.

There was a burst of aroma in the oven, Su Miao looked over, the last finale of the aftertaste was ready, and she watched them take the tender yellow quiche out of the oven, put it on a plate in turn, and send it down.

Su Miao's familiar quiche, she used to make it most often, and it was also what she liked to make very much. Not at work, but when she is alone, at night, in the middle of the night, when she is the only one left in the back kitchen, she will bake a plate of fragrant quiche when she is in the mood, stand in front of the window of the tall building, look at the neon night scene outside the window, and eat a big bite with satisfaction.

Double the butter and twice the fine flour, and knead the butter into the flour little by little with your fingertips, as if you are drawing with your fingers, light but with moderate strength.

Add water, mix the flour into a dough, the dough is not greasy, slightly dry, cover with a damp cloth and let rise for two quarters of an hour to make puff pastry.

Roll out the awakened puff pastry into a pie crust, put it on a large plate with ruffles, cover it with a damp cloth, put it in an ice urn and cool it for another two quarters of an hour to achieve the second proofing of the pie crust.

After the puff pastry is awakened, cover it with a layer of oiled paper, firmly cover a layer of red beans, and press the puff pastry with red beans to prevent the puff pastry from continuing to expand during the heating process and affecting the taste.

Put the puff pastry in the oven and roast for a quarter of an hour, remove the red beans and continue to roast for another quarter of an hour. The bottom of the puff pastry is topped with Corsi cheese, bacon, mushrooms and shallots sautéed with black pepper are spread on top of the puff pastry, sprinkled with crushed cheese, eggs and yolks are poured over the custard and roasted in the oven. Until the edges of the quiche are slightly charred, and the custard on top is 90% solidified, take the quiche out of the oven.

The residual heat accumulated in the interior is slowly roasted in the process of diffusion, and a gentle aroma is fragrant, like the bright and warm sunshine of the autumn afternoon, like the brilliant and shining neon lights that give psychological comfort to the lonely people in the middle of the winter night.

Su Miao never thought that one day her favorite dish would appear under the hands of Huiwei, this is a long-lost taste, this is a taste that has long been forgotten by her, this is a taste that if he doesn't cook it today, she will probably throw it into her heart for a lifetime.

I never dreamed that he would do it.

She hadn't taught him, and she never thought that Huiwei would learn her to cook Western food one day.

In her career after coming to Yueliangguo, Su Miao tried to avoid cooking the western food she was best at, and even if she occasionally had itchy hands, she improved it after considering the eating habits of Yueliang people. She tried her best to hide the part she was best at, firstly, because she was worried that the Yueliang people with their own eating habits would not have such a strong receptivity and tolerance, and also because she didn't want to expose too much, so most of the time, she was honestly cooking Yueliang national food.

But today, the aftertaste did, and he made the most familiar taste in her memory. Although it is much worse than her craftsmanship, the essence of it is fully presented. The quiche he made was much more gentle than she had ever made, and it was so gentle that it could make people's hearts tremble.

After taking a bite of the creamy quiche, for a moment, Su Miao remembered many things that she hadn't thought about for many years, her hometown, the countries she had traveled, the places she had worked, her friends, the partners who worked side by side with her, those ancient and modern cities, the past of successes and failures, the days that made her feel satisfied but noisy, and the nights that made her feel lonely but peaceful......

Many, much more.

I don't know why, her eyes are red inexplicably.

She quickly lowered her eyes, smiled and took another big bite of quiche.

The aftertaste kept staring at her face, and as she lowered her head, he reached out and ran his fingertips over her hair, gently brushing the corners of her sweaty eyes.

Su Miao paused for a moment, and when she raised her face again, she smiled:

"Where did you learn these dishes?"

"You obviously hate writing the most, but you have handwritten two volumes of recipes as thick as "Yue Liang Guolu", because you are afraid that they will not be accepted, most of the dishes you have never made, just put the recipes under the bed, take them out from time to time to take a look, and enjoy it, right?" Aftertaste looked into her eyes and said in a rambling voice.

Su Miao's eyes flickered as she looked at him, and said with a smile: "We haven't lived in the same room yet, have we?" He knew so much that she wondered if he was spying on her every day.

"Miao'er, you are too stubborn, although Yue Liangguo's cuisine has its own set of methods, this does not mean that Yueliangguo's cuisine cannot accept innovative dishes, and cannot tolerate dishes that are completely different from yourself. The people of Yueliang have their own tastes, but this does not mean that they are conservative and cannot accept new things. What you can do, it's not just you who can do it, I can do it the same, as long as I can do it, even if there are old-fashioned people, there will definitely be people who like new things who can accept the innovative approach you are good at. You don't have to stick to the boundaries you draw for yourself, you don't have to think about whether you can be accepted or not, and do what you want to do the most, isn't that what you said? It's leading, not pandering, leading, it's what you're best at, right? ”

Su Miao didn't expect him to say this to her suddenly, she stared at him for a while, and laughed:

"Do you think you can beat me by doing this in the game?"

"I only do what I want, and the rest doesn't matter." Aftertaste looked disappreciative, he said, "Since it's a wedding feast, I just want to make what you love to eat." ”

Su Miao stared straight at him, looked at him for a while, and laughed heartily, laughing more happily than just now, she knelt on the cooking table, turned her head sideways, looked at him, and asked with a smile:

"Why don't you make stewed lion head today, I also made braised lion head."

"If you want to eat it, I'll go home and make it for you." Aftertaste said.

Su Miao's ears were inexplicably hot, she turned her head away, giggled, covered her lips, and muttered quietly:

"Lost to you!"

Raising her head again, her fingertips tapped on her lips, she bent her eyebrows, looked at him, and said with a smile:

"Let me kiss you."

After a while, she was stunned, her face turned red, she pursed her lips and smiled, and said to her:

"Go home and kiss you."

Su Miao laughed.

The people in the audience really couldn't stand it, even Liang Shuo had an expression of "the world is going down, etiquette and shame are flying together", and Hui Gan pointed to the stage and shouted:

"Those two on the stage, be reserved, you two are opponents now!"

Su Miaohe ignored him and continued to look at each other with a smile, giving Hui Gan a layer of goosebumps.

The results of the competition did not exceed expectations, the three western dishes made by the aftertaste were too difficult for most of the judges to accept, but Su Miaoji did what she was best at, combined her own practices with the characteristics of Yue Liangguo's dishes, and made dishes that satisfied the members of the review committee.

Aftertaste lost to Su Miao by one point.

In the end, it was Su Miao who became the winner of the finals of the Yueliang National Chef King Competition.

Aftertaste didn't care, he had already done what he wanted to do, standing on the stage of the finals of the King of Chefs with Su Miao, making the dish he wanted to do the most, and reusing the tools that had been sealed by himself for many years. He finally realized that the obstacle to his craft was not the tools, but his heart, so it was not about the tools at all, the tools could have become his specialty, everything was his own problem.

Regarding winning or losing, he couldn't win against Su Miao, he already knew this, although he asked her to say something like "lost to you".

It's time for him to make the final preparations for the wedding.

……

The whole city was excitedly talking about the new chef king of Yue Liang Kingdom, and the fact that this new chef king would continue to challenge the previous chef king in the square in front of the palace gate tomorrow.

Su Miao once again became the hottest gossip in Liang Ducheng, but this time the topic changed from her private life with Aftertaste to her record in the King Chef Competition.

Su Xian walked down the street with a bored face, her ears full of Su Miao's gossip, which made her want to yawn.

Tomorrow is Su Miao's last game, Xue Yizhuang is outside the city, and it is naturally too late to go back and come back, and today they will live in the city.

Su Xian didn't like to stay in Ruiwang's Mansion, and felt that it was too boring, so she went out alone to blow the wind.

She didn't go far, just walking back and forth on the shopping street near King Rui's Mansion. She didn't want to buy anything, and she didn't know why, but in the face of a dazzling array of goods, she couldn't raise the slightest desire to buy.

Probably because her heart is no longer empty?

It is true that it is no longer empty, and her heart is sinking to death now.

She sighed deeply.

Because the people on the avenue are too noisy, Su Xian walked into a secluded path in front of her, on both sides of the road are the gray walls of rich people, the walls are built with beautiful walls, and the ground is paved with green bricks, clean, tidy, after nightfall, walking on such a street, it is very pleasant, which is what Su Xian likes.

However, she soon regretted it.

A person appeared in the distance in the dim light, broke the black shadow, and when she approached, she saw that the person was dressed in gold belts, with bright eyebrows and starry eyes, and his aura was lofty, and it was Liang Chang.

Su Xian didn't expect to meet him here, and was stunned for a moment, but quickly figured it out, this is near King Rui's Mansion, and King Rui's Mansion is not far from King Wen's Mansion, in other words, this is his territory, and it is not strange for him to appear here.

Liang Chang didn't expect to meet Su Xian in this ordinary alley, and he was also stunned.

Three or two pedestrians hurried by, hurriedly disappeared into the streets and alleys, and in the end only the two of them were left standing straight and tight in the alley.

He had the light on his back, and she couldn't see his eyes and expressions, but she felt that he was staring at her as if he hated her, and the illusion made her want to laugh.

Liang Chang could see her eyes, very calm, as if he didn't think about meeting him, and a fire surged in his heart and he became anxious.

The two looked at each other for half an hour, and Su Xian suddenly took half a step back, turned around, and wanted to leave.

Liang Chang always wanted to leave, but he couldn't move his steps, and she was the first to take a step, which made his face dark and angry.

"Stop!" He snorted coldly.

Su Xian stopped slowly, was silent for a moment, turned around, pulled the corner of her lips, and blessed herself:

"The people's daughter greets His Royal Highness King Wen."

Her cold tone made Liang Chang more and more annoyed, approached, stood in front of her, and asked in a cold voice:

"Have you had enough?"

Su Xian was really puzzled by his words, she glanced at him, and asked with a smile:

"Do you want the people to kneel?"

Then she really knelt down and said again: "The people's daughter asks His Royal Highness King Wen for peace." ”

A breath of anger rushed to the top door, Liang Chang was really angry this time, he stared at her who was kneeling on the ground and was obedient and demure, as if he was looking at a monster as unacceptable, he stretched out his hand suddenly, and lifted her up from the ground, and his rough movements showed the anger in his heart.

"What the hell do you want?" He looked at her coldly, and his eyes were as cold as anger and blood, and he questioned angrily.

Su Xian didn't answer, her eyes fell on his hand that grabbed her, and smiled:

"Yo, my arms can be raised."

Liang Chang was stunned.

It was better than before, but it was not healed, he originally wanted to say this, but now it is not the atmosphere of talking about this, so Liang Chang became more and more annoyed, because of her deliberate evasion, he was angry. He threw her against a nearby wall, imprisoning her whole body between him and the wall.

He rested his hand on top of her head, looked at her coldly, and warned:

"Don't get too far into it!"

Su Xian smiled, she looked at his eyes in the night, like stars, dark and bright, flashing with a little light, it was easy to make people's hearts move. The distance between the two of them was so close that she could clearly smell the scent of ambergris mixed with his body. She looked at his full lips and said with a smirk:

"Kiss it."

Liang Chang became more and more annoyed, her voice was faint in the moonlight, low and soft, making half of his head buzz as if he had been bewitched. He finally managed to restrain her temptation, and her Meng Lang's presumptuousness made him furious, he tightened her skirt, and said in a loud tone of hatred:

"Can you please stop being so debauched, do you really have no shame at all?"

He had said this to her countless times before, Su Xian didn't care, she only did what she wanted, and other people's opinions had nothing to do with her, but at this time he suddenly came up with such a sentence, maybe because of the night, she always felt uncomfortable in her heart.

She laughed, shallow laughter, her slender fingers falling on his warm cheeks, drawing gentle circles, and she said, "You know, what I want to do most is to have a with you, and if you don't want to, you should stay away from me, why do you press every step when I dodge, but desperately backwards when I take a step forward?" ”

Liang Chang's heart chuckled, and he felt embarrassed that he had been pierced, he was annoyed and angry, but he didn't know what to refute. He was speechless, staring at her sullenly, as if to take all his anger on her. He looked at her coldly for a long time, then spoke, and said:

"It's easy to indulge in one night, but you're not a dusty woman, and I'm not your benefactor, what should I do after indulgence?"

Su Xian was stunned, she looked at him in a daze for a moment, laughed out loud, and laughed happily;

"You're thinking about what's next? Me and you, how can there be a future? ”

When Liang Chang frowned, she stepped forward, stood on tiptoe, leaned over, as if she wanted to hug him, but she didn't hug him, she just approached his ear and whispered to him:

"It's because of you that I like you, don't make me like you more."

She tightened the corners of her lips and landed her heels on the ground again, and instead of looking at him again, she turned and walked in the other direction of the alley.

A sentence of "like" made Liang Chang's body and mind tremble violently, he was not surprised by this liking, he was not stupid, although he did not contact many women, but he was very sensitive to people's moods, whether he liked it, what kind of like, how much he liked it, he could feel it, he knew that she liked him, purely like him, and maybe even she herself felt that she liked him inexplicably, he just didn't expect that she would say this kind of "like".

Listening to her say it bluntly, it's terrible......

Liang Chang looked at her figure who left without the slightest hesitation, his heart began to waver, and what was accumulating in his chest was an indescribable suffocation, he craned his neck, and after a long time, he still couldn't breathe.

……

The new chef challenges the old chef in the square in front of the palace gate.

It's still yesterday's stage, it's still yesterday's stove, but the opponent of the game has changed from aftertaste to sweetness.

There are no rules, no restrictions, as long as you do what you think you are best at, no matter what you do.

The day of the challenge coincided with the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The dishes Hui Gan chose were very random and random, otherwise it was because he suddenly wanted to make a prank, with a vicious joke, because, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, when he was supposed to eat moon cakes, he just let the judges eat zongzi, this is not nonsense, he is clearly spoofing.

Hui Gan is the type that the more you look forward to something, the less he will do it, there were rumors earlier, because today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, although there are no rules for the challenge, but people speculate that in order to meet the occasion, Hui Gan and Su Miao, who participated in the competition, will definitely choose to make moon cakes.

I hope he makes moon cakes, but he doesn't make moon cakes, he wants to make zongzi.

Glutinous rice soft-shelled turtle dumplings are made by adding a small amount of glutinous rice to the boneless soft-shelled turtle leg meat and skirt, wrapping them in fresh dumpling leaves in a ratio of seven to three, and cooking them in clear broth.

The practice of glutinous rice soft-shelled turtle dumplings looks simple, in fact, it is extremely labor-intensive, first of all, the soft-shelled turtle is deboned, deboned but the process is very difficult, the shelled soft-shelled turtle, the meat is removed little by little, whether it is a knife skill or patience is a huge challenge. Secondly, the taste of soft-shelled turtle meat is difficult to grasp, and when kneading into glutinous rice dumplings, it is necessary to choose the part that is most likely to be soft and rotten, but not too soft, because it will lose the unique taste of soft-shelled turtle meat.

The clear soup stock is secret, and when the lid of the pot is lifted and the rich aroma wafts out, even Su Miao's heart skips a beat, and she can't help but look to the other side.

At this time, she felt that she was not surprised that Hui Gan won the last Chef King Competition, because Hui Gan's cooking skills are indeed one in a hundred.

After a long time of cooking, the meat dumplings are delicious, the taste is mellow, the soup is rich, soft and sweet, fresh and incomparable, and the aftertaste is endless.

Su Miao didn't make moon cakes either, she didn't think about making moon cakes at all, because she had already thought about what she was going to do today after yesterday's game.

Aftertaste sat in the audience and watched the game.

Su Miao stood on the stage, her eyes fell on him, looking at him.

She watched it for too long, which made the aftertaste a little foggy, and it was rare to tilt her head and look confused.

Su Miao stood in front of the cooking table, looking at him, she took a deep breath, as if she was preparing something, and then, she curled her eyebrows and smiled.

Aftertaste didn't understand why she was suddenly smiling at him, but she smiled so beautifully that he couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips and smile despite the question mark on his head.

Su Miao lowered her head with a smile, and after a while, she took out the flour, added salt, added water in stages, and stirred while adding water until the texture of the dough was slightly harder, and then kneaded the flour into a round and smooth dough.

Aftertaste sat in the front row of the VIP seat, hugged her arms, and looked at her seemingly casual but actually mastered the precise kneading technique, for a moment, he suddenly felt that this feeling was very familiar, he was in a little trance, and his eyes flashed slightly.

Su Miao rolled out the kneaded dough into cakes and cut out slender and uniform noodles.

Put the cut noodles into the boiling water, remove them when they boil again, rinse them with cool running water until the noodles cool, then put them in the boiling stock, and drain them when the stock boils again.

Sprinkle salt in a porcelain bowl, add a spoonful of cooked lard, put the bottom end of the boiled noodles into the bowl first, fold a few folds to spread them neatly, spread the garlic sprouts on the noodles, pour in the broth until the noodles are just gone, and finally sprinkle with green shallots.

The white noodles, the green onions, the fresh soup, the light but attractive fragrance, and the white heat are rushing to the face, which is exciting.

Simple, no entries that take long at all.

Su Miao handed over the work of serving the food to Ruan Shuang, she picked up the first bowl of Yangchun noodles as if no one was around, got off the stage, and went straight to Huiwei, and put a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles on the long table in front of him.

Aftertaste hooked his lips, looked at the fragrant Yangchun noodles in front of him, and looked at the person standing in front of him smiling and groaning, this kind of development surprised him, and his heart beat a little fast.

"It's not that I prefer to make what you call innovative cuisine, I'm just used to cooking like that, so I'm closer to that kind of cuisine." Su Miao smiled and whispered to him that she was explaining a little about what he said to her yesterday. In the past, she mainly focused on watercress, so it was still Western food that was more likely to fluctuate her heart than Chinese food, but this will not be a foregone conclusion.

"But in the future, I will do what I like, no matter what kind of cuisine, I will do what I like." She smiled at him.

Aftertaste looked at her for a while, hooked his lips, and smiled.

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up the thin noodles, and ate them.

The pale noodle soup is crystal clear, the snow-white noodles are fine, and the large and small golden oil flowers float on the soup noodles, and the fragrance is blowing in the face. The emerald green onion exudes an attractive taste, and the soup is clear and refreshing, just like the prosperity and vitality of everything in spring.

A fragrance, a mellow freshness, a reserved nostalgia, a self-appreciating solitary fragrance.

Aftertaste suddenly remembered that many years ago by the dock in Changle Town, it was also the person in front of him, who cooked a bowl of Yangchun noodles with a faint aroma for himself. She had the brightest smile he had ever seen, she was like the warmest sunshine, clear, bright, charming.

He suddenly remembered that cold and biting rainy day, which was also a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles, and he chose to stay by her side.

But the Yangchun noodles at that time were still different from the Yangchun noodles at this time.

He had heard the saying that food is a mirror of the inner life of the cook, and that he could understand the inner emotions of the cook, but he had never been so grateful that he had heard such a saying today.

The faint spring face, but with a thick tenderness, a tenderness that can almost melt people, a touch will make people fall into it and can no longer extricate themselves, that gentleness is like the breeze in March caressing the ears, the drizzle of June sprinkled between the eyebrows, the maple leaves of September reflect the heart, the sunshine of the moon warms the face, the gentleness is ...... Love.

Aftertaste heard the sound of his own heartbeat, loud.

He burst out laughing, uncontrollably laughing, and he looked at her with a smile that felt his heart beat fast.

He stood up suddenly, walked around the table, and hugged her tightly in his arms, forgetting what occasion it was, and in full view of everyone, he hugged her tightly. His arms wrapped firmly around her waist, as if to tuck her into his arms.

After a pause, Su Miaoyi laughed, stretched out her arms, and she hugged him.

……

The two men hugged in front of their eyes.

Su Xian glared at them with an unhappy expression.

Mrs. Su and Hu felt a little embarrassed, but Xiao Young couldn't help it, and they couldn't say anything, so they could only turn their faces and pretend that they didn't know them.

Su Xian calmly read the villain book.

Su Yan lowered his head in embarrassment, his face flushed.

Chunniang and Wenwen quietly glanced at each other, smiled, and avoided their gaze again.

Tong Changsheng looked at Su Miaohe with an indifferent face, suddenly looked up at the sky, and muttered silently in his heart, Ah Ran, you better marry a Kosi woman and come back, the Kosi woman must feel better than this woman, don't be too stubborn.

The audience was silent.

The most speechless person was Hui Gan, who tapped the cutting board with a kitchen knife:

"Hey, hey, I'm your opponent, don't you want me to be non-existent, okay? In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, a man and a woman, hugging and hugging, what kind of system! ”

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him.

Hui Gan pursed his lips, recalling that he always said that Su Miao's Yangchun noodles were the best, and he was very curious about how delicious Su Miao's Yangchun noodles were, so he walked over and said to Ruan Shuang, who was still serving noodles:

"Little girl, Yangchun noodles, give me a bowl too."

Ruan Shuang was dumbfounded, and it was difficult to refuse, so he had to put a small bowl of Yangchun noodles from the pot and hand it to him.

Hui Gan took it and smelled it, although the aroma was more attractive than the noodles he usually ate, but in his opinion, there was nothing special. Holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, he picked up a few noodles mixed with soup, put them in his mouth, and ate them.

The noodles are as thin as silk, very chewy, and the clear soup is delicious, pure and refreshing.

At the moment of the entrance of Yangchun noodles, Hui Gan seemed to understand at once why Yangchun noodles are called Yangchun noodles, because the warm and gentle taste is like the sunshine in spring, bright and warm.

Hui Gan suddenly remembered Wei Zhen, the beautiful woman who smiled gently at him in the flower forest, the most beautiful woman in his heart.

This sudden memory made him a little embarrassed, a little sad, Hui Gan deliberately made himself feel bored, he raised his eyebrows, raised his eyes, and his eyes inadvertently fell on a corner far away at the back of the VIP seat, he was stunned for a moment, because he saw Wei Zhen covered with a light veil in that corner.

Probably worried that she would cause trouble if she was unwell, so she sat in the back row, her complexion was still not very good, she looked like she wanted to vomit at any time, but it was much better than when she was driven out of the house by a rare anger a few days ago, she sat upright in a chair, looking gentle and ladylike.

Hui Gan now admits that it was his fault that he was kicked out of the house, and that he shouldn't have fooled her about going to the border for more than half a year without consulting her when he came back, relying on her good temper, causing her to be angry again during pregnancy because of emotional instability, and when she completely broke out, he also tried to tell jokes and mess around, and as a result, she exploded into their first anger since they got married...... That scene was so terrible that he didn't even want to think about it.

It's time to admit your mistake.

Thinking like this, Hui Gan's heart was drumming, and he cautiously raised his hand and waved it in Wei Zhen's direction.

Wei Zhen stared at him for a moment, slowly shook his hand at him, and responded to him, although his attitude was still a little stiff.

I can go home tonight, and I think happily.

So he didn't care if he would be picked by Su Miao in the challenge.

The result is indeed Su Miao's return to the sweetness, no one can refuse that kind of gentleness, the kind of gentleness that can be comforted by the warm soup, and gently recall the tenderness that he once had the most sincere feelings, whether it is beautiful. It's still bitter, and for everyone, the memories that bring them tenderness and comfort are beautiful, and this gentleness is the most intoxicating and unforgettable.

Su Miao has become the new chef king of Yue Liangguo, which is the highest honor in the industry and the greatest affirmation of a chef. After today, she will officially join the restaurant club as one of the members, and her name will soon appear in the brochure of the restaurant club, and in the next four years, when the new King Chef competition comes, she will accept the challenge of the new King Chef at the end.

What kind of person will the unknown winner of the future be, when the pure gold medal engraved with the word "King of Chefs" was handed over to Su Miao, Su Miao thought to herself with a smile.

She was looking forward to it.

Aftertaste stood under the stage and looked at her, the gold medal she held in her hand was so large that she could barely hold it with one hand. The pure gold medal was reflected by the bright sun, and the reflected light fell on her face, making her whole person look shiny.

Sensing his gaze, Su Miao looked over with a smile and squeezed her eyes at him proudly.

Aftertaste laughed.

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After the competition was completely over, the Su family held a celebration banquet in Baikui Building.

Unexpectedly, many unknown peers came along the way, which was originally a family banquet for their own families, but in the end it evolved into a large-scale social banquet.

There were too many people, so Su Yan sent Hu and Mrs. Su back first, Su Xian sent them to the door, and then saw Happy to take Ruan Shuang home, the two of them were awkward for a while, and in the end Ruan Shuang still went home with Happy Happy.

Su Xian stayed in Baikui Building for a while, drank a few glasses of wine, and saw that more and more people were gathering, and the banquet was delayed, she felt impatient, so she went back alone.

Walking on the lively long street, it has not yet reached sunset, but the light is dim, and the dense clouds cover most of the sunlight, pressing heavily on the sky, pressing low, making people a little breathless.

Su Xian's chest was tight, and she didn't know if it was because of the abnormal weather or because she had drunk a few more glasses of wine.

She walked slowly down the long street, looking at the stalls on both sides of the street, and when she met a stall she liked, she would stop and look at it for a while, but she didn't want to buy it. She lost her old craze for shopping, and she became lazy. I don't know why, but she is no longer interested in these things that she once liked so much.

Finding that her most fanatical desires had vanished, she became even more depressed, and walked sullenly to the end of the street, when a cool breeze suddenly blew in her face, blowing up a little dust and blinding her eyes. Su Xian frowned, rubbed her eyes vigorously, and when she raised her head, she found that there were thick clouds rolling in the sky, getting darker and darker, completely covering the sun, and the surroundings suddenly became dark, and the wind suddenly became stronger, blowing up a lot of dust, very like it was going to rain.

The vendors on both sides of the street saw that it was going to rain, and began to scramble to clean up the stalls, Su Xian pressed the skirt that was blown up by the wind, and secretly said in her heart that it was not good, she didn't bring an umbrella, she quickened her pace, and hurriedly walked forward, before she took a few steps, only to hear a thunderclap in the sky, and then the rain of copper coins crackled and fell.

Su Xian's heart became more and more unhappy, and she said "unlucky", and the cat's waist ran tightly. After running two steps, she found that no matter how she ran, she would still get wet, and she was tired from running, so she simply stopped running and walked forward slowly.

The drizzle was like weaving, and the street that had just been lively became empty in a blink of an eye, and occasionally there were running pedestrians hurrying by, and it seemed that she was the only one walking unhurriedly.

Su Xian thought that maybe she should find a place to shelter from the rain, but there were no trees around, and the streets here were lined with magnificent deep mansion compounds, and there was no place to hide from the rain. Su Xian clasped her arms in her hands and walked helplessly for a while, and the front suddenly opened up, with a vast porch, a vermilion gate, and a majestic high staircase. The magnificent porch is closed and empty, perfect for sheltering from the rain.

However, when Su Xian landed her eyes on the plaque on the lintel, the three big characters of "Wenwangfu" with iron and silver hooks made her immediately dispel the idea of hiding from the rain.

She didn't know why she came here, probably because King Rui's Mansion was nearby? She was surprised to see this mansion that she knew so well in her memory but hadn't been to in a few days. To be honest, she didn't like the house, it was too flashy, and she felt disgusted from the inside out.

It's really strange, she obviously likes money, wealth, luxury, and gorgeousness, but why does she hate the Wenwang Mansion, which is her favorite in one?

She couldn't figure it out, so she thought it was funny.

She sighed deeply at her inexplicability and turned around, wanting to get out of here.

The rumbling of the horse's hooves was unusually harsh in the rain, and before she could react, it swept past her, and the horse's hooves stepped into the puddle, splashing high and splashing her.

Su Xian's heart tightened, although her reaction was half a beat slower, but she didn't look back, she felt that the horse passed by her side, and went to the Wen Wangfu behind her, she was suddenly very glad that she had made the right reaction, she didn't turn back because of curiosity or anger, this time she could leave safely and naturally.

Thinking like this, she even breathed a sigh of relief.

A moment later, however, the sound of horses' hooves returned, and the rhythm of the rain broke through the rhythm of the rain, and a steed swept past her and crossed in front of her, blocking her path.

Su Xian stood in the rain, looking at the person on the horse, he was wearing a black golden python robe, a pair of sheepskin boots inlaid with jade, black hair and a golden crown, and nine dragon jade pendants, he probably went to the palace, if Su Xian was not mistaken, he was now dressed as a prince.

He rode on his horse soaking wet, but he did not look embarrassed at all, and the rain hit him hard, but it did not make him bow his head.

He rode proudly on his horse and looked at her condescendingly, which made Su Xian think of the word "domineering".

Su Xian suddenly didn't want to lose to him, she was alone in front of this man, she didn't want to be pitiful and humble.

She straightened her waist, folded her arms in her hands, and looked at him with cool eyes in the pouring rain.

Neither of them spoke.

Until a muffled thunder rumbled from south to north, breaking the silence here.

Su Xian was a little cold, so she didn't want to stand any longer, she turned around and wanted to leave.

Unexpectedly, he moved faster, and as she turned, he reached out and jerked her off the ground and placed her on the back of the horse in front of him.

The horses galloped towards King Wen's mansion, which had opened its gates.

He was soaking wet, his body was wet and cold, and Su Xian would occasionally touch him when the horse's back was undulating, and the wet and cool touch made her extremely uncomfortable.

It was dark, and the thunder was deafening.

Liang Chang changed his clothes, he sat in front of the window, looking out of the window at the white light, very white, the sky seemed to be splashed with ink, pitch black.

Soon, Su Xian came in, wearing a cyan dress, her makeup had faded, the water droplets on her hair had not completely dried, her thin and narrow little face was glowing with natural luster, snow-white skin, and rosy lips, this was the second time he had seen her without powder, although he always mocked her, but he didn't think she was ugly when she was without makeup, and he even felt strange in the past, why did she wear heavy makeup and turn herself into a goblin.

But lately, he seems to have come to understand that it wasn't makeup, it was a mask, her mask. She is strong and tough when she wears the mask, she is weak and weak when she takes off the mask, and she hates her own weakness, which is why she almost obsessively likes her mask so intense that she can't even see herself clearly.

He sat on the couch and looked at her, not saying a word.

Su Xian walked over, stood in front of him, spoke, and said softly:

"Give me an umbrella, I'm going back, I'll return this dress later."

The clothes on her body were found and lent to her by the big maid in the house.

Liang Chang didn't speak, stared at her for a while, he spoke in a deep voice, and said:

"Su Xian, you say, how can I erase you from my memory?"

It was the first time he had called her name, and he had asked such questions.

Su Xian's heart sank heavily, and a sour breath spread, past the tip of her tongue, her fingertips trembled violently in the place where she couldn't see, and she suddenly clenched her hand.

He looked at her, he would not believe that he could say such a thing even if he had beaten him to death, but he could not hold back, he said it.

The moment he said it, it meant that he had lost and that he had surrendered.

He hated the feeling of losing.

However, to his surprise, when he said to admit defeat, he did not see the smugness in her eyes, but felt a faint sadness emanating from her that made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

He thought it was his delusion.

Because he couldn't understand why she was sad.

She pursed her lips slightly, and smiled, not joyfully, but seriously, she smiled meaninglessly.

She lowered her body, at eye level with his, and her plain face was close to his, and she chuckled and said to him:

"Because you can't get it, you will remember it; When you get it, you will find that it is nothing more than that. ”

Liang Chang looked at her, and he couldn't tell if she was talking about her or him.

She looked at him for a moment, then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

For the first time, there is no strong fat powder flavor, a light aroma, fresh, but attractive.

He didn't dodge.

After a few moments, he reached out and put his arm around her waist......

When the lamp was turned up, the rain finally stopped.

Su Xian sat in front of the dressing table, tied up her messy long hair again, hairpinned the hairpin ring, pulled up the collar with her hand, covered the red and pink marks on her neck, took a piece of rouge from the makeup box she carried, and printed her lips.

Liang Chang leaned back on the soft pillow and looked at her in silence.

The soft touch in the palm of her hand has not faded, she is indeed a woman who has ecstasy, and it is easy for people to indulge in it and unable to extricate themselves; She is also a special woman, who can easily get caught up in it, and can always make people want to guess what she is thinking; She was also a woman who made him amuse, no matter how much she pestered him and made trouble with him, he scolded her, but he didn't feel angry, no matter what she did, he wouldn't really get angry.

Unfortunately, she is not the right woman for him.

She stood up from the dressing table, walked over with a smile, leaned over, and dropped a kiss on his forehead, saying:

"I'm going back."

The touch of his soft lips brushing his skin made his heart skip a beat, and as she left, he reached out and took her wrist, and he looked into her eyes and said to her:

"I'll take you as a side concubine."

The smile on the corner of Su Xian's lips stiffened slightly, but soon she smiled again, she sat on the edge of the bed, her fingertips tapped on the center of his eyebrows, and said:

"I hate women who rob other people's husbands."

So I'm not going to be a woman like that.

"Don't you like me?"

"I like it." She said with a smile, paused, and said lightly, "If men and women can be happy if they only need to say that they like it, how beautiful this world would be." She leaned down, looked at his face hidden in the lamplight, and whispered, "I like you, but so what?" ”

But so what?

Liang Chang spoke.

His lips tensed, and with the anger he tried to contain, he looked at her, not saying a word.

She kissed his lips again, and kissed him deeply, leaving the crimson lipstick at the corner of his mouth, and then rubbed it lightly with her fingertips, and she smiled and said to him:

"You have to marry a good girl, but don't be deceived by bad women anymore."

After she finished speaking, she stood up and left without looking back.

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the sound of someone breaking in the room.

She still didn't look back, and walked out of King Wen's mansion, she stood outside the gate, looked up, and looked at the night sky that had been washed by water.

She is a woman who takes pleasure in conquering men, and whenever a man is lost and fascinated by her, she is very satisfied and very happy. She enjoys the joy of conquest, she longs for the joy of victory, and the more difficult the object to conquer, the more it can stimulate her strong desire to conquer, and the more it can make her feel satisfied.

But this time she was not happy at all, not only was she not happy, she felt that her heart was very painful, and she had the illusion of a heart attack.

"What the hell am I doing?" She sighed deeply and muttered.

It's not that I like to cook those dishes, but I'm used to cooking those dishes, but from now on I'll cook what I like, no matter what kind of cuisine it is, I'll do what I like.