She was about to leave the arena in a gloomy manner, and as she walked, facing the mobile phone camera, Yin Xiaoyue announced the news of her defeat very depressed:

"I still overestimate myself, and the reality really hit me hard, but no matter what, I still have to find a way to keep Osmanthus Old Street...... Well, in short, I won't give up easily! ”

Song Kun saw Yin Xiaoyue leave through the screen, and he felt that something was not right.

He has been to "coarse tea and light rice".

Yin Xiaoyue's craftsmanship, he has tasted it.

If it is a normal performance, there is absolutely no problem in being shortlisted.

What went wrong to make her play wrong?

Song Kun decided to go over and take a look for himself.

So he walked out of the monitoring room quickly.

Coming to the No. 4 audition hall, the 14 finalists were listening to the staff explain the next competition process. On the long table on the other side, the dishes made by the contestants are being cleaned up.

Song Kun stepped forward quickly.

He walked over to the dish labeled 209.

It was a pot of soup, which I picked up with chopsticks, and inside was a few slices of meat and cucumber strips.

Song Kun tasted it, frowned, and immediately spit it out.

He was about to leave when a dish next to him suddenly caught his attention.

There was a label of No. 208 next to the dish, and the hand-torn cabbage had been almost eaten, and the color of the sauce was very special, Song Kun picked up the remaining bit and tasted it.

Sweet cabbage served with crispy oil residue and wrapped in a thick sauce.

This dish is quite familiar.

Song Kun suddenly remembered the past more than 20 years ago......

It was the winter solstice and it was cold.

Song Kun woke up hungry in the middle of the night, he tossed and turned, the quilt on his body was very thin, and he still couldn't sleep after tossing for a while.

Wrapping up his clothes, he wanted to go to the kitchen to touch the tone.

Unveiled the cauldron, empty.

Song Kun searched everywhere again, and finally found two cold pastries in a cage drawer.

He was overjoyed and was about to take a bite.

Just then, someone stopped him.

Song Kun was so frightened that as soon as he let go of his hand, the two pastries fell to the ground.

When he turned around, he saw Yin Weimin.

originally thought that he would be reprimanded, but he didn't expect Yin Weimin to pick up the two noodles that rolled on the ground, slapped them a few times, and said to Song Kun: "On such a cold day, eating ice noodles is easy to have gastrointestinal problems, I'll process it first, and then you can eat it." ”

After speaking, Yin Weimin walked to the desk and began to get busy.

Cut the cold pastry into thin slices.

A little oil beads are raised at the bottom of the pan, and after frying them slightly until golden brown on both sides, remove from the pan and set aside.

Yin Weimin suddenly handed him a chicken heart lotus white: "Xiao Kunzi, tear off the leaves along the veins, not too thin, not too much, just a few pieces." ”

Song Kun nodded and did so.

While tearing the vegetable leaves, I smelled the fragrance that kept coming from the stove.

He was less than one meter three tall at the time, and he couldn't see what Yin Weimin was doing, but he only knew that in less than five minutes, a plate of fragrant food appeared in front of Song Kun.

The fried pastry slices just now were fried with Song Kun's hand-torn cabbage into a plate of richly colored dishes.

patting Song Kun's head, Yin Weimin said with a smile:

"It's ready to eat now, how about it taste?"

The pastry slices full of sauce were wrapped in cabbage, and Song Kun kept eating them with his head buried, and after a while, he ate a whole large plate of noodles and noodles.

On the night of the winter solstice, Song Kun's whole body was warm.

He still remembers the taste of the fried noodles clearly, and he has tried several times to mix them, but each time the finished product is a little bit worse.

At this moment, when Song Kun tasted the taste of this dish, he suddenly felt a little excited.

This is exactly what it tasted like on that cold winter solstice night more than twenty years ago.

Looking down at the two dishes on the table, and then looking at the number plate posted in front of them, the hard-to-swallow cucumber meat slice soup, the good card in front of him is 209, and the hand-torn cabbage sauce is bursting with oil residue, but the number plate in front of him is 208.

Seeing this, Song Kun understood something.

He walked quickly onto the stage and came to the unanimous winner of the vote, No. 208.

Player No. 208 is a little fat man named Li Ming.

The little fat man probably didn't expect to win, and his face was full of confusion when he looked at the ten ballots attached to his body. He only reflected when the staff informed him that he had advanced to the semifinals.

Although he was still confused, his fat face immediately laughed.

The little fat man is a casserole rice noodle seller.

I rented a small shop in a night market in Rongzhou City and opened it for three months, but the courtyard was quite deserted, and I couldn't even earn rent money. This time, I came to participate in the Chef God Competition, that is, to join in the fun.

When he got the piece of head meat, the little fat man's head was bigger.

This loose and sloppy meat that even dogs dislike, he didn't know where to start, he was stunned in front of the stove for more than ten minutes, and he messed with a meat skin cucumber soup, even if it was perfunctory.

To his surprise, he actually got a unanimous vote.

The little fat man was excited.

Could it be that he is really a cooking genius, and he made such a rough thing casually, so that the ten judges gave him their votes, and the little fat man was flattered.

At this moment, Li Ming is being interviewed by reporters.

Song Kun stepped forward to face him and said admiringly: "The yellow light meat sliced soup you made is really good." ”

The fat man Li Ming smiled: "Actually, I just do it casually, you must know that my craft is a family heirloom, my mother has been making soup for me since I was a child, if the meat quality is a little better, I guess I can still ......"

Hearing this, Song Kun immediately turned around and said to the staff next to him solemnly: "You guys are mistaken!" ”

……

On this side, Yin Xiaoyue walked down the street in a gray manner.

The mood is very melancholy.

She even felt that she had been blindly confident all along.

"Coarse tea and light rice" has been open in Osmanthus Old Street for 20 years.

All Yin Xiaoyue has ever heard is admiration.

She has always been proud of her cooking skills, but in the end, she overturned in the Chef God Audition Competition. It seems that no matter which line you do, there are people outside the mountains.

Yin Xiaoyue was full of loss.

I don't know what the situation is on Xiao Xiaomei's side, if she can enter the semi-finals, maybe she can rely on her to make a name for Osmanthus Old Street.

There was an ice powder stall on the side of the road, and Yin Xiaoyue ordered a bowl of ice powder to sit down.

After opening the editing software on her mobile phone, she simply edited the content she shot today, and was about to upload it, when a call came in, and after Yin Xiaoyue connected, the other party said that it was from the organizing committee of the competition.

After a few words of simple answering, Yin Xiaoyue hung up the phone.

The taste of rose ice powder is not very good, the brown sugar water is too thick, and the peanuts and grapes seem to have been left for a long time.

Yin Xiaoyue still ate it in a big gulp, and there was nothing left.

Her heart was beating fast.

After getting up, she quickly returned to the hotel where she was staying, and after packing her luggage, she checked out of the room.

Carrying her luggage, Yin Xiaoyue ran all the way forward.

In this world, the greatest happiness is to regain what is lost.

Yin Xiaoyue has a deep experience.

Ma Xiaohuan on the other end of the phone was also very excited when she learned that Yin Xiaoyue had entered the semi-finals: "Cousin, you are so good, I know you are on the right track!" You are definitely NO1! I and the neighbors support you! ”

"In the past two days since I left, how was the store?"

"No problems at all, business is good."

"So, is there any movement on the management committee's side?"

"I haven't heard of it yet."

"Oh......"

After hanging up the phone, Yin Xiaoyue checked the small video she had just uploaded.

The number of fans has increased by more than a hundred. Many fans said that they would always pay attention to it, and after watching the newly uploaded small video, "Shijiu" learned that she had been promoted, and sent her a lot of barrage messages:

"Xiao Yueyue, I knew you would be able to!"

"Go for it! Your next goal is to be in the top 20, and I know you can do it! ”

"This game is broadcast live on the Internet, netizens all over the country are paying attention, if it succeeds, your old street will definitely be saved, Xiao Yueyue, you have to seize this opportunity!"

……

According to the requirements of the competition, the top 50 participants who enter the top 50 through the audition will be arranged for accommodation and food for easy management.

Yin Xiaoyue couldn't ask for it.

The consumption in Rongzhou City is too high, and it costs more than 1,000 to live for two or three days.

If you are lucky enough to get to the end of the game, I heard that it will take more than a month.

This includes food and accommodation, which can save a lot of money.

Yin Xiaoyue was very satisfied.

But this kind of arrangement makes some people not very happy.

If the king is happy, he will not be happy.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the "Happy Hotel" finally passed the busiest moment.

Wang Xingfu returned to her room, she stared at her mother who was packing her luggage and said, "The store is so busy, without me, you can't be busy at all." ”

Saying that, she paused: "Besides, I'm really not used to living in a hotel, and it's not my own room, I have to share it with others, I'm not used to it...... Why don't I quit the competition? ”

"That's not going to work!"

It was Wang Xingfu's father who spoke.