The young chef looked at the top motionlessly, and knew that the few masters who were looking at each other were very dissatisfied.

"What the hell are they trying to do? To eat or not to eat? ”

Hearing this, Song Hulu also frowned, and slapped the young chef with his elbow, stunned and looked at him in astonishment.

"What are you doing? Am I wrong? ”

Song Hulu, "...... again Again...... Again...... Louder. ”

The young chef was stunned for a moment, and he didn't understand what it meant at first, but the anxious Song Hulu stammered and said again, and he realized that Song Hulu wanted him to repeat what he had just said again, and say it louder.

Song Hulu, who was encouraged, rolled up his sleeves and said excitedly, "Okay, you wait and see." ”

As he spoke, the young chef stood aside, put his palm to A's mouth, and said in a loud voice, "What the hell is going on?" It's not a champion, and I can't eat it! ”

"If you don't eat it, it's cold! How can we judge that we can't eat from eating? ”

When a group of people gathers together, the mind is the easiest to be inflamed, and there may be some hesitation at first, but as the people around them begin to discuss, some "brave men" begin to emerge.

As the young chef's voice landed, some people around him gradually began to echo.

"That's right! Can't eat fried rice? Is it nobler than us?! ”

"That's it, that's it! Today's chefs have forgotten what they were like! ”

Everyone stood from their own perspective and criticized the judges on the stage.

Of course, the most feared thing on the stage is that the old man remembers bittersweetly, because not only must respect his age, but also acknowledge his experience.

Su Qiange stood in front of the stove, looking around in a trance, he didn't expect the scene to suddenly have such an atmosphere, but it was quite interesting.

She turned her head to look at the judges on the stage, and found that Master Fang, who was the leader, was already a little relaxed, Master Fang looked at the fried rice in front of her, and slowly raised his hand to take the spoon.

The white ceramic spoon was pinched in Master Fang's hand, and he carefully pulled the bowl of fried rice in front of him.

The color match is very good, and the smell is also very good, but at the thought of eating, Master Fang frowned, spooned a few sparse grains of rice and scattered eggs, cucumbers and carrots, put them in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

In fact, if it is something unpalatable, the slower you chew it, the worse it will be.

Several other masters saw that Master Fang also ate, so naturally they couldn't continue to put on the score, but the reluctance on their faces could be seen even if they were a dead person.

Nanming also dislikes the fried rice made of this leftovers, but the fried rice is unexpectedly delicious when it enters the mouth, although it is not as big as big fish and meat, but the mellow fragrance is life, simple but delicious.

But......

Nan Ming raised his head and looked at Su Qiange, "Shopkeeper Su, you run a restaurant, would you let such a simple dish appear on your menu?" What's more...... It doesn't seem to be a dish, it can only be said to be a staple food. ”

Yes, there's only one problem, and that's that egg fried rice isn't a dish at all.

Nan Ming felt that he had asked the point, and his face was indescribably proud.

But after listening to this, Su Qiange was not embarrassed by the braid at all, which made Nan Ming conclude that she was just holding on.

"Since it's food, it's naturally on the dinner table." Su Qiange said calmly, "As for whether it is a dish or a staple food...... It's a staple indeed, yes. ”

The people in the audience were in an uproar when they heard this, and even the young chef didn't understand why Su Qiange said this.

"It's not good to eat it as a dish in one bite! Why do you have to tell the truth? Look at Nan Ming's pride! ”

Song Hulu didn't speak, just stared at Su Qiange who was on the stove, waiting for Su Qiange to open his mouth and continue.

Sure enough, after a while, Su Qiange spoke again, "There is a question, I don't know if everyone here can give me an answer." ”

The judges on the stage squinted at Su Qiange, not knowing what else this little girl was going to do, but a few people made up their minds that they would definitely not be fooled again.

Su Qiange smiled and looked at a few people with secretive expressions, and asked, "Is staple food considered food?" ”

Judge, "......"

How to answer this?!

A few old men have been in the kitchen all their lives, and they haven't even read a book, so they naturally don't know about the famous debate between white horses and non-horses, so they don't know how to say anything about the questions raised by Su Qiange.

couldn't say Su Qiange, and several old men shifted their eyes to Nan Ming, and condemned Nan Ming with their eyes for having a useless problem.

Nan Ming was also very embarrassed, and he solved the questions he raised, and he could only answer Su Qiange stubbornly, "Yes." ”

"Thank you, Chef Nan, since the staple food is also a type of food, and the competition has not said anything, what food is needed for me, why can't I make fried rice?"

The onlookers said, "It seems a little wrong, but there's nothing wrong with it." ”

The young chef frowned in the crowd and looked in the direction of Su Qiange, his brows were about to tie a dead end for Su Qiange this morning.

I worried about her all morning, but people easily solved it, and they didn't use anyone else at all.

When "why doesn't she go to be a guru then?" What to cook! The young chef was dissatisfied.

Song Hulu, who was standing beside him, smiled slightly when he heard this, but did not speak.

was slapped in the face by Su Qiange in front of a group of masters and chefs, Nan Ming was unhappy, so he wanted to earn back face for himself.

"As we all know, Miss Su runs a restaurant, since what you make is so simple and everyone can do it, why do you want to go to you to eat?"

Xiaoqing looked at Su Qiange worriedly at Su Qiange, it was obvious that Nan Ming just wanted Su Qiange to not get off the stage today, Su Qiange was actually not a good-tempered person, in case Su Qiange was angered by Nan Ming's stalking and went crazy on the spot, it would be over.

Although he believed in Su Qiange, Xiaoqing was always ready to step forward to stop Su Qiange.

The young chef in the audience was more aggressive, his fists were already clenched, "Is that Nan chef an old fool?" Why is it useless to ask these questions! ”

Song Hulu was still silent, but there was already a small entanglement in his eyes, and he was thinking about how he would answer this question if it was him.

But he was not Su Qiange, Su Qiange was obviously the most calm except for the questioner present.

She looked at Nan Ming, smiled and frowned, as if she saw a dog eating, knowing that it was a natural phenomenon but still feeling incomprehensible and funny.

"When I was making fried rice, I didn't say that I was going to sell it, this is what I am showing you a meal that can be eaten in a simple and time-saving daily life, of course, if you want to go to my restaurant to eat, I will also cook it for you, after all, many times, people go to restaurants not just to taste the food."

Two angles will hit the problem together.

Nan Ming wanted to ask a question again, but was glared back by the eyes of several masters, and now he was completely deducted and put out the fire.

The young chef proudly high-fived Song Hulu in celebration, praising Su Qiange for doing a good job, and even forgetting that he had just complained about why Su Qiange didn't become a teacher.

The man dressed in black stood in the crowd, saw that the matter had settled, and turned to leave.

At the end of the conference, Su Qiange and Fried Rice became famous, and the old master and Nan Ming were defeated.

On the way back to the inn, Xiaoqing was very happy, holding the maltose that Su Qiange bought for her in her hand, and a thousand paper cranes with punches, kicks, and horses around her neck, laughing in the carriage.

"It's so exciting, Nan Ming's face, the colorful transformation, almost fainted on the spot!"

Su Qiange opened the corner of the curtain and looked at the scenery outside, smiling unintentionally.

"Sister Su, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Su Qiange didn't speak, and didn't seem to be very happy, Xiaoqing worriedly stepped forward to ask Su Qiange.

Lowering the curtain, Su Qiange shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just a little worried, and then I will settle down in Liangxian County." ”

After all, she really made a few old masters look earthy...... Although it was Nanming, several masters were also somewhat affected, and maybe they would do something to Su Qiange's restaurant because they couldn't get by with face.

Although only Master Fang is in Liangxian County, except for Nanming, everyone is all over Bashu, and it seems that the chef is not very easy to recruit now......

Su Qiange was thinking about what to do in the future, Xiaoqing stopped smiling and looked at Su Qiange with hatred.

"Wasn't he quite tough at the conference just now, why did he turn his head and get depressed? If that's the case, why do you do it? ”

Su Qiange rubbed his hands, "Hey, it's not a matter of a while, I was on the table at the time, and if I didn't attack head-on, I would die." ”

Xiaoqing said bluntly, "Then this time I will also attack head-on!" ”

In fact, Xiaoqing didn't fully understand Su Qiange's words and meanings, but Su Qiange was greatly inspired after listening to it, and she seemed to think of something.

"That's right, it's a good idea!"

As soon as the words landed, the carriage suddenly stopped, and Su Qiange estimated that the time should be at the inn.

Mafu, "Shopkeeper Su, the inn has arrived." ”

Su Qiange took Xiaoqing out of the car in response, and the two accompanying dart masters also followed Su Qiange into the inn.

The front foot stepped in, and as soon as the back foot shrank back, Su Qiange felt a whistling from the side, rushed to her, and looked at the young chef and the little red-haired Song gourd.

The young chef was still panting just now, and as soon as he stood in front of Su Qiange, he immediately straightened up.

He looked at Su Qiange, Su Qiange looked at him, both of them were waiting for each other to speak, no one spoke first, the dart master made the first move, and he was going to arrest the two when he went up.

The young chef twisted for a while, saying that he knew Su Qiange.

The dart master snorted coldly, "Who doesn't know!" ”

At the end of the competition, when Su Qiange came out of the venue, a group of people watched, and everyone wanted to chat with Su Qiange about cooking, and the two dart masters naturally regarded the two as fanatical people.

The young chef was already suspended in the air by the dart master, and he still kicked and shouted angrily, "Su Qiange, you turn your face and don't recognize people!" ”

Su Qiange, who never said a word from beginning to end, "......"

Glancing at Song Hulu, who was picked up like a pig and still looked calm, but his eyes were a little aggrieved, Su Qiange raised his hand.

"Put it down."

The two dart masters looked at Su Qiange with some embarrassment, "Shopkeeper Su, safety ......"

"Don't worry, I'm measured."

As Su Qiange's voice landed, the young chef and Song Hulu were also put on the ground.

Song Hulu breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes returned to normal, and the young chef straightened his clothes with a flushed face, and looked at Su Qiange indignantly.

After being glanced at by Song Hulu, the young chef stood upright, and said to Su Qiange with residual anger, "My name is Zhang Santian, and I want to learn to cook with you." ”