What should I do?

I briefly told them what I had observed from the top of the building.

"Classify the same ingredient according to different processing methods?" The proprietress muttered, "Hearing you say that, I remembered that my father had done something similar back then. ”

"It's not surprising." Copperhead said, "It's not that things are cut as thin as possible, fried, stewed, fried, fried...... Depending on the method, the suitable thickness is also different. ”

"You know a lot." Twitter bumped the copper head with his elbow.

"But the requirement of the food conference is to make three dishes and one soup, so you really need to make so many tricks?" I said.

"Three dishes and one soup doesn't mean it's simple, have you ever heard of 'Great Universe Roasted Wheat'?" Copperhead said.

"Is it the legendary genius boy chef Liu Mouxing's Great Universe Roasted Wheat?" I immediately remembered that the omniscient storyteller at the entrance of the village once told such a story.

Maybe some people don't know what siu mai is, here...... Without explaining, imagine for yourself an unsealed dumpling filled with a thick meat filling.

In addition to dumplings and siu mai, there are also wontons, steamed buns, baked cakes, spring rolls, steamed buns, and moon cakes......

A piece of dough, a pill of filling, there are more changes in the world of food than you can imagine.

As for the legendary 'Great Universe Roasted Wheat', you might as well imagine it as a quilt wrapped in a pig......

Isn't there a completely different feeling?

That's right, it's the 'Great Universe Roasted Wheat' – it's huge, it's rich, and you can experience a different flavor with every bite.

"Look." Tongtou spread his hands and said, "How can there be so many ways to do one roasted wheat, not to mention three dishes and one soup?" ”

"I have a question." I muttered, "Is the Great Universe Roasted Wheat, really delicious?" ”

"Let me do it, it's probably not delicious." The proprietress answered my question, "After all, if you mix ingredients of various flavors together to make filling, who knows what kind of strange taste it will become?" However, if it's a genius chef, that's a different story......"

"Time is running out." Suddenly, Master Wu coldly threw out a sentence.

"That's right." The proprietress came back to her senses, "Whether the dishes in Tianfeng Lou are well done or not has nothing to do with our Yunlai Building, you let Tongtou and them buy new materials back, what do you want to do?" ”

I looked at the ingredients in the basket, then looked back at the Tianfeng Tower, and finally, turned my eyes to the anticipating crowd outside the venue.

"Alright, let's start boiling porridge!" I took a deep breath.

"Porridge?" The proprietress looked at each other.

"It's too late to boil it now, so let's use the cooked rice to boil it." I said again.

Although the conference was about three dishes and one soup, in order to meet the requests of some diners, a large bucket of rice was prepared in the stall.

Because the rice bucket had a lid and was placed relatively back, it did not suffer with other ingredients.

So I opened the rice bucket and poured the rice into the deep pot for boiling soup.

"Porridge, I really don't have any experience." The proprietress couldn't help frowning and said, "I remember my father back then, and he rarely boiled porridge." ”

"It's okay, let me do it." I rolled up my sleeves, didn't want anyone to help, added water and fire myself, picked up a spoon and stirred it in a deep pot.

"Even if it's one dish, what about two dishes and one soup?" Copperhead asked.

"There's no hurry, I'll do it later." I stood in front of the stove and stirred the porridge water intently.

The proprietress looked at each other again.

It wasn't long before an uproar was heard, and the thick rope that had blocked the entrance and exit was removed, and the long-waiting diners rushed in.

"It's over, it's over." Copperhead covered his face and said.

"Alas, it's a bad loss!" Chirp sat down weakly on the rice bucket.

The proprietress had red eyes and ran to the side to start breaking the bamboo shoots she had just bought.

As for Master Wu......

He directly knocked open a jar of cooking wine with a hand knife, tilted his head and continued to pour it.

On the other side, diners began to flock to the stalls to try the huge amount of food.

I noticed everyone's movements, but I didn't say anything.

Flip the spoon in your hand and keep stirring!

In the current situation, is there any way to turn the tables around?

As time passed, my pot of rice and porridge was ready, but not a single diner came here.

"Master Wu, it's almost over, you can cut some shredded radish." I commanded, "Twitter, copperhead, wash the beef and put it in a casserole and stew; Boss lady, the bamboo shoots are broken, just chop them into mud. ”

"What is this for?" Copperhead wondered.

"Don't ask, do it." Twitter nudged him.

No one knows what I want to do.

Even I don't know the bottom of my heart.

Can that ethereal kitchen really create miracles?

The sun gradually rises overhead.

The proprietress was still busy, and during this time, a few guests came over to take a look, and they could see the inconspicuous pot of white porridge, a large plate of shredded radish soaked in water, and a lump of green unknown vegetable puree, and they couldn't help but shake their heads and turn away.

"Uncle!" Copperhead suddenly shook the spoon in his hand, "What's the point of us staying here and busy?" ”

"Copperhead, pick it up." The proprietress said in a light tone.

Looking at the distracted eyes of the proprietress, the copper head suddenly softened.

"Don't make a mess at this point." Chirp whispered in Copperhead's ear, "Even if you cook a pot of now, you have to pinch your nose and endure it." ”

When he said this, he glanced at me, intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course I heard it very clearly.

What else can I do? I'm helpless too.

Time continued to pass, and when the shadows began to tilt to the east, the food in the major stalls was already exhausted.

Look at the diners, all of them caressing their round bellies with satisfaction.

Usually at this time, the ranking of the food conference is almost decided.

What is the decision?

That is true:

When a diner orders food from a stall and eats it all, they vote for that stall by default.

If you order, but you don't eat it all, the vote is invalid.

In other words, a valid vote is an empty dish of three dishes and one soup; Invalid votes, on the other hand, were dishes with a lot of food left on – each with a dedicated area for storage.

At the end of the food competition, there will be a special person to count the number of two types of dishes to rank the competition.

Then it will go to the conference judges to vote.

One vote for the judges, which is equivalent to ten votes for ordinary diners, is essentially to assign a high or low vote to two stalls with a similar number of votes.

Is it finally time for the decisive moment?

So......

It's time!

I tossed the wooden spoon in my hand and walked over to the crowd.

(End of chapter)