The preliminary round of the cooking competition is scheduled for September 15, when it is neither hot nor cold.

Because of the fear that too many contestants would cause the people in the city to complain, and also worried that it would cause too much trouble and waste money to the people, the palace specially issued an order that only residents of Xijing City and the suburbs should be allowed to participate in the competition, and the applicants must first go to the government to pass the inspection.

The court called on everyone to change it every ten years, and there were even some small rewards to ensure that everyone actively participated.

Xiaohui stayed in Tianxianglou at a very young age, and her household registration was naturally settled in Xijing City, and when Meng Hui got the letter of approval for the preliminary competition on August 15, he went to the government with a name card and fifty copper plates.

Collecting copper plates is not to make money, but to prevent some lively people from making trouble, and mixing in to make trouble even though they don't know how to cook. It is also to prevent people from mixing in and embezzling ingredients, and eating and drinking for nothing in the name of cooking.

Fifty copper plates is not a lot, and it can be scraped together for those who are really skilled and willing to compete, but it is not cost-effective for those who go to mess around.

When Meng came back to the mansion, he found that there were really a lot of women who had signed up, many of them were women who had cooked all their lives, and there were three young girls in addition to her, who stood in the queue and stood in the queue very eye-catching.

However, the men in the queue still accounted for six or seven percent, and most of them did not take the women who signed up in their eyes, and even had a look of disdain and disdain, as if they felt embarrassed to compete with them.

There are a small number of men who have no different colors and do not care at all whether the opponent is male or female.

Meng Hui soon found Mao Buba in the team, and his eyes happened to be right, glaring at her viciously, and his mouth seemed to be cursing something uncleanly.

Thinking that the master and the shopkeeper had already had evidence of his arson, and Fang Zhinan still had blood-stained carriage wheels in his hands, Meng Hui felt that his disgrace seemed very ridiculous.

In the past few days, Fang Zhinan has been looking for what he lost, and he has not yet discovered what he lost.

However, Meng Hui felt that the direction of her guess would not be wrong, what Zhao Runan stole must be Chef Fang's items, and according to Zhao Runan's conduct, it would definitely not be valuable, and it was estimated that it was so trivial that it was difficult to detect, so Fang Zhinan couldn't figure out what he had lost.

She asked Fang Zhinan not to be in a hurry to find it slowly, anyway, during the cooking competition, neither she nor the shopkeeper planned to pull out his hand on Mao, and he had to wait until he jumped up in front of the nobleman.

"Oh, it's really an honor to have the honor to compete on the same stage with Mao Dadong!" A dog-legged young man didn't even line up, and ran directly to Mao Buba's side to pat himself, "It seems that it is a blessing and a curse, some shops are bullying, thinking that they can suppress Mao's big boss, but I don't know that this is giving the big boss a brighter future!" ”

Meng Hui and a group of passers-by rolled their eyes in unison, the young man's tone was really exaggerated, and the appearance of nodding and hunching was too obscene, which made people can't help but feel disgusted.

The person concerned liked it very much, and said to the young man very righteously: "Oh, the young man is a person who dares to speak fairly, come on, come on, stand in front!" ”

Someone in the queue immediately became angry. "Why are you fucking blind and generous? That kid didn't shoot a few sycophants in the back, and he couldn't get under your ass! You take it seriously! ”

Everyone burst into laughter, and someone immediately told the young man about currying favor with several other folk craftsmen.

Mao Buba's expression was gloomy after hearing this, and he kicked the young man on the knee and kicked him to the ground: "Fuck you!" If you don't study well at a young age, I think you can't even pass the preliminary round, don't be embarrassed! ”

Mao Buba has always been thick-skinned, no matter how the people present laughed, he said that he could turn his face when he turned his face, and his face quickly returned to normal and seemed to be unconcerned.

The young man seemed to be really injured, limped out of the line and did not line up again, the kick kicked out by Mao Bu was not small, and it was estimated that it would be difficult not to raise it for ten days and a half months.

Meng Hui felt that this person was really extremely bad, and it was quite annoying for the young man to try to cut into the queue, but he was obviously quite enjoying it just now, and he could immediately make a ruthless move in less than three seconds, making it difficult for people to walk.

But anyone he doesn't like to look at is eager to make people disappear into the world directly, and he kicks the young man's knee hard, in addition to venting his anger, obviously he also wants to reduce an opponent.

The line kept moving forward, no one muttered any more, and no one tried to cut the line anymore.

Those who paid the registration fee walked out of the government with a special admission ticket, and many of them were enthusiastic and explained to the people in the line.

"This thing is going to be put away, fifty copper plates will be replaced with this one, and it will not be repaired if it is thrown away! There is an official seal on it, and it is impossible to forge it, so everyone can keep it when they get it! ”

Meng Hui stretched his neck and couldn't see what the coupon looked like, so he stopped making fun of it, and he had to get it sooner or later anyway.

She looked east and west, looking around the group, her eyes swept over a person, and soon met a woman of twenty-five or six.

The woman was dressed in a dark gray dress, not of the very good fabric, but she looked clean and neat. She is full of heroism, with thick long eyebrows and sharp eyes, and she looks inexplicably a little fierce.

Meng Hui quickly turned her eyes, only to find that the woman had been staring at her, her eyes were not friendly, and it inexplicably made her feel uncomfortable.

"How can you feel like you've seen a ghost...... Meng Hui was full of inexplicability, feeling that this girl was a little resentful, mostly because of something unsatisfactory in life.

She didn't think much about it, and withdrew her gaze and stopped looking around, because she had already entered the yamen, and it would soon be her turn to pay the registration fee.

"Name." The officials had been busy all day, and their voices were a little hoarse.

"Ma Xiaohui!" In terms of household registration, Xiaohui follows Aunt Ma's surname.

He looked up and compared the features, and then proceeded to ask questions. "What?"

"Tianxianglou kitchen chores." Meng Hui answered honestly.

"Ouch, no wonder you dare to sign up at such a young age." After hearing this, the official looked at her a few more times, and handed her a palm-sized admission ticket, "Take it, keep it well, you won't make up for it if you drop it, and you won't do it for copper plates, understand?" ”

"Understood, thank you, sir!" Meng Hui checked the name and date of the admission ticket, put it in his arms and put it close to him before leaving the mansion.

As she passed the woman through the procession, she felt a deep resentment. But this resentment was not directed at her, but at everyone present.

"Looks like an uneasy opponent." Meng Hui thought silently in his heart, and quickly left the mansion and walked towards Tianxiang Tower.