The morning light kicked off, and it was another brilliant and colorful morning, with crystal bright dew drops glittering on the branches and leaves, full of life.

Su Yan, Su Xian, and Su Chan stood side by side at the door of the main house of Jichun Zhai, Su Xian rolled her eyes with her arms folded, Su Chan held a mint leaf in her mouth, leaned on the pillar and looked up at the sky, Su Yan wrinkled a pair of good-looking eyebrows, looked up at the sun, and muttered worriedly:

"It's almost time, why hasn't the second sister gotten up yet, if it's too late, she will be disqualified from the competition!"

"It was so tossed last night, it's strange that I can get up in the morning." Su Chan chewed on the mint leaves, cool and authentic.

"In my opinion, she doesn't want to get up at all, and she doesn't want to go to the game at all, which is probably similar to Yan'er getting up early in the morning and wanting to skip school." Su Xian also said coldly.

"I haven't skipped school!" Su Yan's face turned red, retorted indignantly, paused, and said loudly, "The second sister won't want to go to the game, even if she loses the first two games, the second sister won't be knocked down because of such a trivial matter!" ”

"You have faith in her." Su Xian clasped her arms in her hands, squinted at him, and sneered through her nose.

"Originally, the second sister will never be defeated!" Su Yantong emphasized loudly with a red face, staring firmly at the closed door of the main room, and said confidently, "The nasty ghost will definitely call the second sister up, and the second sister will never lose today!" He said, nodding vigorously.

Su Xian rolled her eyes again speechlessly.

in the room.

Aftertaste stood in front of the bed, looking down at the unknown object curled up silently under the brocade quilt on the bed. The corners of his mouth twitched fiercely, and he stretched out his hand and patted it on the quilt:

"Hurry up. It's four quarters now! ”

The "object" under the quilt is silent, motionless, as if it didn't exist.

I couldn't cry or laugh at the aftertaste, and patted the quilt again: "I know you're awake, get up, if you don't get up, you'll be disqualified from the competition!" ”

After two seconds of silence under the covers, she squirmed, and she slowly rolled over, her back to him. Curled up into a dried shrimp.

Because of her obvious resistance to this reaction, the aftertaste has turned from crying and laughing to starting to become angry, and she frowned. Called sternly:

"Su Miao, get up quickly!"

The body that was slowly squirming under the quilt stiffened, and then, a muffled sound of deliberate pain came from under the quilt. She muttered slowly:

"I have a stomachache. Take a break! ”

Aftertaste barely couldn't hold back the ** who wanted to roll his eyes, and suddenly leaned down, grabbed the quilt with both hands, and lifted it hard!

The cool breeze brought by the quilt made Su Miao curl up, she was only wearing a snow-white middle coat, curled up into a shrimp more tightly, buried her head in front of her chest, and closed her eyes tightly and pretended to be dead.

The aftertaste is ridiculous. slapped her high pouting buttocks hard, frowned and ordered:

"Hurry up. Don't fake your illness! ”

"I didn't pretend, I'm really sick, I have stomach pain, headache, hand pain, foot pain......" In order to increase the persuasion, she added seriously, "My butt hurts too!" ”

"Is there anything that doesn't hurt?" Aftertaste looked at her with a smile, raised his eyebrows, and asked coldly.

Su Miao thought seriously for a while, and replied solemnly: "No!" ”

Aftertaste rubbed the corners of his forehead rather weakly, turned around, walked to the screen, took off all the dresses that were on it, walked over and threw it on her, and said:

"Don't be foolish, get up!"

Su Miao curled up the shrimp, let the dress cover her head, was silent for a while, and muttered in a low voice:

"It's all said, I want to rest."

After looking at her for a while, he sighed helplessly, walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her up who was lying on the bed, picked up her dress and began to put it on her, and said helplessly while putting it on:

"Don't act like a little girl who doesn't want to go to school, okay?"

"I didn't!" Su Miao was like no bones, and in the process of dressing her, the wind swayed like a flower branch, making trouble for him, just not letting him easily put his clothes on her.

Aftertaste frowned: "But it's just that you lose two games, what can you do?" If you lose, you lose, and it's the same today, it's just to compare the last game, even if you lose again, then if you lose, you lose, what's the big deal? ”

Su Miao stared at him without being stunned, and muttered:

"What you said is light, if you can be so free, why do you want to run away from home after losing the last competition?"

"You say this now, what about the words you comforted me before, 'Winning or losing is not important, mentality is the most important', 'A hundred people have a hundred tastes, it is impossible for someone to satisfy everyone's taste, just be happy', these words are all playing tricks on me?" Aftertaste was not annoyed by her mentioning her past failures, but looked at her for a moment and asked coldly.

Su Miao was locked in by him, so she had to look back at him for a while, and then muttered unhappily:

"If you lose, you lose, what's the big deal!"

Aftertaste smiled, fastened the last button for her, straightened the corner of the bed that was kicked crooked by her, stood up, and commanded:

"Put your shoes on, wash your face, and go!"

Su Miao staggered to the edge of the bed, glanced at him gloomily, flattened her mouth, put on her shoes, and went to the basin under the window to freshen up.

It wasn't until Chen Shi and Su Miao and his party came belatedly, Tong Ran had been waiting for a long time, because the opponent did not come, he had been sitting under the stage, half lazy and half elegant crooked on the chair, a peach folding fan gently rocked.

Su Miao wanted to go up the stage from the stairs on his side, and she was bound to pass in front of him, Su Miao naturally ignored him and wanted to pass in front of him.

"Miss Sue." He called out slowly.

Su Miao stopped and glanced at him with a strained face, she tossed all night last night and didn't get enough sleep this morning, and her thin and narrow little face was blue from the inside, as if she was malnourished.

"I look a little haggard, is it not good to rest?" Tong Ran was shocked by her face and laughed. Ask.

Su Miao looked at him for a while, and just when Tong Ran thought she would answer him, she suddenly twisted her head. Let's go.

It was obvious that she didn't want to deal with him today, Tong Ran was speechless, paused, and smiled.

Su Miao walked straight to the stairs of the stage without being stunned, and when she passed by the judges' seats, suddenly, a loud voice sounded on the judges' seats:

"Hello!"

Su Miao was taken aback. I shuddered and looked over in surprise, only to see the special judges. An old man with a bare head was rubbing a large garlic nose with a dry finger.

"Master Huihai, are you alright?" Lord Qiu on the side asked with concern.

Master Huihai shook his bare head, continued to rub his nose, and hummed and said:

"It was windy last night. It's cold. Don't tighten, don't tighten. ”

Su Miao stared at him for a while, tilted her head suspiciously, and stood beside her in retrospect, looking at her stupid expression, for fear that she would accidentally cause some trouble in front of the judges' seat because her brain was out of line, so she took her hand and hurried away.

Su Miao let him pull it and thought carefully for a while. Still puzzled, he quietly asked back the taste:

"Little taste. Who was that old man with no hair just now? ”

The corners of the aftertaste twitched fiercely.

"Second sister, that's the special judge of this round of the competition, you have already competed twice, at least you should remember the face of the judge!" Su Yan was about to go crazy, and he whispered weakly.

Su Miao blinked her eyes twice and waved her hand disapprenously: "I have face blindness, and the general judges don't remember." Although he said this, his eyes glanced in the direction of Master Huihai, and saw that the old man had leaned back in his chair after sneezing, crossed his hands on his knees, and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Master Jiang has been presiding over Su Miao's competition for a long time, and he thinks that he has some understanding of Su Miao's temperament, and he was afraid that Su Miao would not come because he lost two games in a row.

The last match of the second round of the Qin'an Regional Finals has officially begun!

The flour bag was already stacked at the height of more than one person in the corner, and Su Miao crossed her hands on her hips, stood in front of the tall flour bag and looked at it for a while.

Aftertaste stood beside her, a little worried.

Time passed minute by minute, and at that end, Tong Ran and their group had already begun to collect ingredients for cooking, and this one Su Miao was still standing in front of the flour bag, looking straight at the high flour mountain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This game is not only a test of craftsmanship, but also a quantitative requirement, so the time is very urgent, seeing that time is passing, Su Yan and Zhao He couldn't help but get anxious, looked at Su Miao, and didn't dare to speak, so they had to look at the aftertaste together, hoping that he could think of a way to let Su Miao stop being in a daze.

Aftertaste stared at Su Miao's side face, hesitated for a while, he was a little unsure whether to break the silence in her mind now, it was very likely that breaking it would affect her train of thought, of course, she might just be stunned now.

At this moment, Su Miao suddenly woke up and said:

"Let's move, pour them out, three parts of flour and one water, and noodles!"

Because her order was too sudden, everyone didn't react for a while, and paused, only Zhao He replied in a solemn voice:

"Yes, chef!"

Su Miao didn't care about the reaction of the others, turned around and walked to the long ingredient table, carefully selected for a while, and finally took a basket of sea cucumber and squid, and was stretching out her hand to the basket of rice fish next to her, a slender hand was already one step ahead of her, holding the handle of the basket.

Su Miao looked over unhappily, staring at the smiling Tong Ran with a pair of big black eyes, until she stared at Tong Ran inexplicably wondering whether she should accept the condemnation of conscience and had to let go of the handle of the fish basket, Su Miao grabbed the fish basket, turned around, and left the next sentence:

"There's still one over there, it's mine!" He took the basket and left.

Tong Ran was speechless.

Su Miao carried the fish basket back to her own competition area, and Huiwei had already poured all the flour into the basin, because there were too many of them, and this time they needed more chewy noodles, and the hand strength and endurance of the noodles were extremely demanding, so this process was naturally completed by Huiwei under Su Miao's guidance, who let Su Miao toss all night last night, resulting in weakness in limbs and floating legs and feet today.

Aftertaste According to Su Miao's guidance, pour water into the basin three times, start to mix with salt and eggs, stir fully with your fingers in one direction, and continue to knead the flour until "face light, basin light, hand light", continue to knead for half an hour, and then cover the kneaded dough with wet gauze and let it stand for two quarter hours.

At this end, Zhao He has already processed the rice fish, picked off the fish bones and cut them into strips, scraped them into minced fish with a knife, soaked them in rice wine and salt for a while, added starch and minced green onion and ginger and kneaded them by hand until the fish meat was elastic.

Su Yan had already boiled a pot of water, Su Miao stood beside the boiling water, fished out a piece of fish paste, squeezed into walnut-sized balls with the tiger's mouth and fell into the boiling water, and when the fish balls became transparent and floated on the water, they were immediately taken out and cooled.

It wasn't until many fish balls were placed on the board to dry that the people standing on the stage were surprised to find that the fish balls she made were not only white in color, soft and delicate, fresh and fragrant, and the same size, as if they were copied together, and there was almost no difference, and each fish ball was round and plump, which was very pleasing.

After the fish balls were ready, Su Miao picked up the prepared dough and kneaded it on the cutting board, and flattened it with a rolling pin. Sprinkle some starch on the surface of the dough and roll it flat with a rolling pin, slowly rolling it out as you change the direction of the roll. When the dough is rolled out into a rectangle of uniform thickness, a thin layer of starch is sprinkled in the middle of the dough and the dough is layered. Slowly and evenly cut the dough sheet with a completely dry knife using the straight cutting method and cut it into noodles of uniform thickness. When all the noodles are cut, sprinkle a thin layer of starch on the noodles and stir gently until the roots of the noodles are clearly non-sticky, lift the noodles, shake off the excess starch, and place them on the curtain to dry.

"Second sister, why do you want to dry the noodles?" Su Yan asked puzzled.

"Dry the excess water, and the noodles will be tougher." Su Miao replied lightly, looking at the noodles hanging on the curtain without blinking.

She naturally had to admit that she was indeed inferior to the traditional and ancient food of noodles, and she had never even heard of many traditional and ancient crafts, let alone made them, even if she wanted to.

However, she is still very confident in the hand-rolling side, even if she does not know those complex and peculiar traditional handicrafts, but in the traditional handicrafts she knows, no one can compare with her, although the handicraft she knows is indeed simpler than that of people with high skills.

Looking back at the hand-rolled noodles with uniform thickness and clear roots on the curtains, I saw that each side was slender and flexible, the length and width were almost the same, and a carrying heart finally let go.

After the noodles are dried, put them in a pot of boiling water, and when the water in the pot boils again, take them out, cool them and drain them.

Pour enough rapeseed oil into the pan, put the drained noodles in a hot oil pan and fry them until golden brown and turn them into crispy and firm egg noodles, control the oil, and let it cool again. (To be continued.) )