The reason why she was stunned just now was not only because of this scene, but also because of the old man's appearance of protecting food, which made Song Yao feel familiar.

"Sir likes it, Song Yao can make it for you to eat again. But now it's a competition, Mr. does this, Song Yao's cooking skills will definitely be touted to the heavens and the earth, which is a good thing for Song Yao. But Mr. doesn't care about the image, but the Chamber of Commerce is negative, can you please take care of Mr.? Song Yao said in a low voice.

The old man's back stiffened, this sentence was enough to prove that Song Yao guessed his identity.

Wiping his mouth, the old man put down the scarf on the hat, and then slowly got down from the desk.

Seeing this, the other judges stared at the pot containing the vegetables, and when they saw that there was still a little and a half in it, they all wanted to go forward to taste it, but they were afraid that the old man would be unhappy.

This master is not something they can offend.

"Let's eat it all, it's easy to get down to business when you're done." The old man waved his hand, and he became the old man who held his own identity again, where was the old urchin posture who was protecting the food just now.

Everyone hurriedly passed the old man to taste the taste of the Buddha jumping over the wall.

Because of the old man's actions, the finals were a little dramatic, but it also made people understand more clearly that Song Yao was undoubtedly the chef of this year.

"Girl, do you recognize me?" The old man asked in a low voice.

"When you encounter delicious food, you will judge the old man of two people, who else will you be?" Song Yao smiled lightly.

"You girl is not kind, such a delicious dish, you don't even cook it for me. There are also ingredients inside, obviously I haven't eaten them, and I'll have to watch you do it when I turn around, and ask you to tell me about it. The old man grumbled, and let out a loud burp.

"Cheng, as long as you can maintain your normal behavior for a while, I will obey." Song Yao couldn't help but laugh.

The old man snorted and flicked his sleeves back to the rostrum.

The crowd of onlookers originally saw Song Yao serving the dishes in a big pot, thinking that they could also get some, which is also the rule over the years.

It can be seen that the judges can't rush to eat, and they know that there is no more chance.

However, the steward who was in charge of maintaining order in the arena ordered the other two dishes to be distributed.

Although not everyone has a share, there are still many people who can taste the chef's skills, and it is still a rare opportunity for ordinary people.

As for those rich and noble families, even if they are really attracted by the dishes, at most they will taste them symbolically.

Especially under the fragrance of Buddha jumping over the wall, where do they have the desire to taste.

After the judges put down the dishes and chopsticks one after another and walked towards the judges' table, Chef Hong walked towards Song Yao.

"Congratulations to Mrs. Song, this year's kitchen god, she deserves her name, and I admire it." Chef Hong arched his hand.

"It's everyone's love, and Chef Hong's cooking skills are also excellent." Song Yao chuckled: "If Chef Hong doesn't dislike it, in a few days, Song Yao will be happy to move, and I hope that Chef Hong can be present, and then he can present this Buddha jumping over the wall for Chef Hong to comment." ”

"Song Niangzi's housewarming, Buddha jumping over the wall is the main dish?" Chef Hong shouted in a raised voice.

Song Yao was stunned for a moment, and when she saw Chef Hong's meaningful smile, she understood that he was promoting for herself, and thanked her.

For a while, everyone's discussion changed direction, and many people were shouting, asking Song Yao when to congratulate him on the housewarming.

And the family stations on Song Yuanbao and He Liansheng's side were also surrounded by the masses and asked for the specific time and place.

Seeing this, Song Yao shook her head helplessly.

According to Song Yao's investigation, the Chef God Contest is very formal, and the order has always been good.

Can she come to the competition for Mao, but she doesn't feel like this?

Especially in the later levels, it is said that it is her Song Yao's home stadium alone, but it doesn't feel like a cooking competition, but it looks like a small fan club.

Finally, when the audience was clear, the judges symbolically raised the sign, and Yun Zhongxiao announced the winner of this year's kitchen god.

"Song Niangzi is expected by everyone, and I hope that she can continue to create new dishes in the future, so that more people can taste the deliciousness." After the announcement of Yun Zhongxiao, he wanted to say a few official words.

Cheng Yiyun stood up, handed the bronze medal of the Chamber of Commerce to Song Yao, and said kindly: "This is the token of the Chamber of Commerce, if Song Niangzi needs it in the future, as long as the Chamber of Commerce can help, she will definitely do her best to help." In the next Cheng Yiyun, when Song Niangzi is happy to move, she will definitely go to congratulate. ”

"Thank you two sons, when Song Yao chooses an auspicious day, I will send someone to your mansion to deliver the invitation." Song Yao smiled and accepted the bronze medal, embarrassed to look closely, so she put it in her sleeve pocket.

As the chief judge, the old man naturally had to stand up and say some official words at the end.

Song Yao stood beside him boredly and muttered in a low voice: "I have won the championship, shouldn't there be applause here?" ”

However, no one heard Song Yao's words, otherwise she would have cooperated with her thunderous applause.

As expected, the champion made people forget the final process of the competition, discussing Song Yao's Buddha jumping over the wall, and forgetting to congratulate the new kitchen god.

After the game, Song Yao wanted to take a good rest, and of course she also wanted to be alone with He Liansheng for a while.

Ask Helian Sheng why she came back so late, and only said a few words before she went to play.

Of course, Song Yao won't admit that she misses Helian Sheng, and it's okay to be with him and say anything.

But what made Song Yao helpless, Mr. Rong Chuan kept asking questions in front of her, and didn't give Song Yao time to rest at all.

To Song Yao's surprise, Helian Sheng didn't drive anyone away.

"Stop!" Song Yao made a pause gesture, rubbed her temples, and tried her best to make her temper less hot, "Sir, it's just that you can be the chief judge, and you still wrap yourself so tightly, are you afraid that I will recognize you?" ”

"This is the old man's rules, except for the judges of the Chamber of Commerce, no one knows the identity of the old man." Mr. Rong Chuan said with a smug face.

"This is a private matter of the gentleman, and I will not ask any more." Song Yao's gaze swept over everyone, and she shouted with emotion: "I have the kitchen god!" Didn't anyone say a word of congratulations? No one asked me if I was tired or not, would I like to take a break? ”

"Mother's the best!" Song Yuanbao immediately shouted: "If my mother has the god of cooking, she can go to the gambling house to collect cash, and now it is developed!" ”

Looking at Song Yuanbao's eyes full of golden light, Song Yao's desire to get angry was also extinguished, and she could only stare at her son twice.

This little guy didn't understand what she said?

Qinghai also shouted on the side: "Sure enough, it is good to follow my wife, this time I finally won a bet, and I don't have to worry about having no money to marry a daughter-in-law!" ”

Song Yao rolled her eyes again.

"The slave and maid also bet a little silver, and they are not afraid that they will have no pension money." Red Sleeves covered his mouth and smiled.

Song Yao flew over with another roll of his eyes.

"Although I have little money, I am fortunate to bet all my net worth, and I can make a small profit this time." Song Zhiyuan said with a smug face.

The people in the room were all thinking about making money, and Song Yao could only put his eyes on He Liansheng, hoping that he could praise himself a few words.