It's not just Aunt Ma who thinks sushi is strange and beautiful, but the sushi girl doesn't pass by a stove, which will attract the attention of the contestants and the cook.

Although I don't know what it tastes like, everyone thinks that with this exquisite style, peculiar shape and method, it is a sure thing to enter the top 50.

Meng Hui is even more sure than anyone else that the sushi girl will inevitably be selected. I just saw her washing rice, and the way she soaked rice in milk is a very famous master technique in the island country of the earth.

The sea bass and sturgeon themselves are fillets with delicious meat and suitable for raw consumption, which not only do not have a fishy smell but also have a unique sweetness.

In addition, the steamed abalone fillet, supplemented by the fresh fragrance of cucumber, is wrapped in rice balls with suitable viscosity, and the taste is excellent when you bite into it, which is both soft and crispy, and the melt-in-your-mouth fish fillet increases the layering.

Not to mention the taste, the aroma of rice, fish and abalone fillets, and the fragrance of fresh cucumber have a unique flavor regardless of whether they are dipped in special soy sauce or not.

"This girl is designated to be selected, that plate of weird dumplings looks delicious, I want to taste it." Aunt Ma looked at it for a while before retracting her gaze, and the more she thought about it, the more novel she felt.

"That's not easy, let's go back and make our own meal." Meng Hui had already finished frying the egg jade crystals that had been changed into delicate small fish pieces, and each one had been carefully examined, and none of them lacked a tail or a fish mouth.

Aunt Ma thinks that she can do anything, and she can know how people make it when she looks at the finished product, and she is proud in her heart.

The two occasionally chatted a few words, and the movements in their hands never stopped, and they soon made the first plate of "watching the dishes". This plate is packed with Meng Hui's own blue and white porcelain square plate, just let the people judges see the shape, and put the rest in an ordinary white plate for them to taste.

This dish is not afraid of being cold, and Meng Hui is naturally the first to make it and pose for it. She plans to make a pot of 100 small fish for people to taste, so that there will not be too much time to delay the crispy crust and soften.

At the critical moment, the two did not go to see the movements of other people on the field, and one after another people served food, some of them caused a round of applause when they passed by the audience, and some of them seemed too strange and caused a lot of boos.

A hundred lucky people sat on the referee's bench with different expressions, some with serious expressions, some proud, and some with shocked faces that they had to shout every time.

Every time they tasted a dish, they had to write the score on a small piece of yellow paper, and the yellow paper had the official seal, and if someone maliciously forged the score paper, they would be put in prison and beaten with fifty boards.

No one dares to risk going to jail to do such a thing, because they know that it will be exposed, so the referee will hand the paper directly to the contestants for safekeeping after scoring, and the winner will be decided by the total score at the end of the preliminary round.

Each referee can give a full score of 10, a total of 1,000 points, it can be said that less than 800 points do not need to be considered to enter the next game.

Because the referee's bench was too far away from Meng Hui's stove, she couldn't see everyone's expressions after getting the scores, and she didn't know how many people got high scores, let alone how many points the sushi girl who had left the scene had scored.

The last salted egg yolk flavor was cooked in her pot, and she took a free time to glance in the direction where Meng Rugong was just now, the eye-catching lake-green figure had long disappeared silently, and she thought that she probably left with the sushi girl.

"Plated, served, Hui'er, I'm a little nervous." Aunt Ma carefully took the shredded green onion and put it on each piece of steamed fish, and when she was about to face a deuce, her breathing accelerated a lot.

"Definitely not going to get a low score!" Meng Hui is very confident, this is not her blind pride, she has been affirmed by the master chef and a group of chefs, and it is impossible to get a low score.

When all the small fish used for scoring were ready, Meng Hui was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he couldn't wait to eat a few pieces first.

In order to end the early evaluation, she placed it on a large white plate, Aunt Ma and Meng Hui took a deep breath, and ran twice before bringing all the dishes to the judges' seat.

"What's this? Why is it like an egg and like tofu? The taste is weirdly delicious! ”

"Look at how alive the little fish sculptures are! Right? The fish's tail is still cocked, so it's beautiful! Festive! ”

"Why does this smell so weird? It's obviously a fake fish, but how can it really smell like fish? It's weird and delicious! ”

"The salt and pepper are good, the steamed shrimp paste is good, the salted duck eggs are good, and the one that can't recognize the taste is the best!"

There are men, women and children on the referee's seat, and some of Meng Hui's dishes are crispy but melt in the mouth, and both old and young love to eat them. The salt-and-pepper flavor of fragrant hemp is very attractive to young and middle-aged people who like to eat with alcohol, and the taste of steamed shrimp paste and salted duck eggs is full of praise from the elderly, women and young girls, and the smell of fish is praised by everyone.

"How the hell did you get this thing?" Yang Butcher, who was fortunate enough to be selected, was curious, and wanted to try it with chopsticks again, but he was afraid of delaying the people behind him to taste the food, "I can still see what it is just now, I can't recognize this, I know that there are eggs in it!" ”

"If you can see that you're all on the field, don't ask about the secret recipe!" The aunt next to him handed Meng Hui the score paper, and at the same time said enthusiastically, "Hurry up, don't wait here for the cold!" ”

Meng responded by thanking her, and quietly opened the folded yellow paper to see that Yang Butcher and his aunt were both ten points, the same as the fifty-six people in front.

The dishes were constantly pushed forward on the long table, and Meng Hui looked at the dishes in his hand, explaining the names of the dishes to the judges with a smile, so that they could comment on whether the final shape looked good or not.

Aunt Ma has been waiting outside the referee's seat, following Meng Hui all the way forward, wishing she could stick her neck in directly to watch the score. She couldn't hear the comments, she could only see the expressions on everyone's faces, and whenever someone showed surprise and joy, she would put her heart back in her stomach and bring it up when the next person ate.

A hundred judges with different tastes quickly finished scoring Meng Hui, she pinched a hundred pieces of yellow paper and returned to Aunt Ma, leaned over her head and whispered to her: "Ninety-eight are ten points, and two of them are nine points." ”

Aunt Ma was so happy that she couldn't wait to laugh out loud immediately, and when she saw that there were still people with sad faces and people who hadn't finished it, she covered her mouth and restrained herself.

When the two walked out of the square, Aunt Ma suddenly hummed again, and said a little unhappily: "Someone actually gave a score of nine?" Why isn't this dish very dish? Very ...... picked."

Meng Hui was already very satisfied, and took her hand indifferently: "Nine hundred and ninety-eight points, maybe you can get into the top few, auntie, let's be content!" ”