Song Yao doesn't care about the eyes of others, since she came to compete, she will encounter various situations, and there are some dark things that are indispensable.

After deliberation by the judges, it was decided to auction Song Yao's Nine Pagoda Cake after the event, and the proceeds were donated to those in need in the name of the jury.

As for the details, they could only discuss them slowly later, and Song Yao would naturally be recorded on the roster by the Chamber of Commerce.

No matter what Song Yao's result is in the finals, she is already the kitchen god in everyone's hearts, just because of her innovation and kindness.

And the prototype of the cake prepared by Song Yao for spare time was to be tasted by the judges.

It is impossible for Song Yao to bother preparing a set of nine-tower cakes, but it is still possible to spread some jam to make the cake look more beautiful.

An hour later, the judges had returned to the judges' table, and the chefs also presented their own special pastries, but with Song Yao's Nine Towers Cake Zhuyu in front, the other people's things can only be said to be mediocre.

Song Yao's Nine Towers cake is the most popular, but the texture and taste are the second reasons, and the appearance is the most important.

And the mooncakes made by Song Yao also won the highest ranking, with far more scores than others, and several judges even asked Song Yao for some mooncakes to take home.

As for other dim sum, Song Yao mostly just put a lot of thought into the appearance, but the results are also good, and she deserves to win the first place this time.

"Song Niangzi has achieved good results today, she should celebrate, and by the way, she should also reward these people outside who have made no name, yes or no?" After everyone congratulated Song Yao, Song Zhiyuan said without face.

"Everyone was tired for a few days, so they asked the restaurant to send two tables of noodles to the house." Song Yao nodded with a smile and said, "There is still some good wine in the warehouse, and I can manage it enough today." ”

"I still like the rice wine made by Song Niangzi, although there is a little less, if I can manage it enough......"

Before Song Zhiyuan's words were finished, Song Yuanbao said with disdain: "Uncle Song, don't fight the idea of rice wine, my mother is used to cook vegetables, and it's too wasteful for you to drink." ”

"Little ingots, it's only been a few days, and you don't want to see me like this, so you don't miss the old feelings." Song Zhiyuan said with a bitter face.

"An altar." Song Yao stretched out a finger and said with a wicked smile: "How much you can drink depends on your ability." ”

"It's better than nothing." Song Zhiyuan took a breath, his gaze swept over everyone, and finally fell on Mr. Rong Chuan, who was his biggest rival for grabbing wine.

"If Mrs. Song doesn't want to run a restaurant, she can do a wine shop business, and she will definitely come to the restaurant." Uncle De also likes the rice wine made by Song Yao, although it is not as mellow as the old wine, it also has a unique taste.

"My mother can also open a study and sell calligraphy and paintings by the way." Song Yuanbao said proudly, "Every time I go to sell words, those people ask me, and I won't sell them if I don't give a high price." ”

"Huh?" Song Yao squinted at Song Yuanbao, her eyes full of scrutiny.

Song Yuanbao laughed, his eyes rolled lightly, and he said: "I mean, if my mother opens a study, I will help my mother sell words, and I will definitely be able to sell them at a high price." ”

didn't intend to expose Song Yuanbao's careful thoughts, and Song Yao didn't ask any more.

Seeing Song Yuanbao's quietly relieved appearance, he couldn't help laughing.

"Let's go, let's go back to the house first, let me rest and then start the banquet, I don't even want to raise my arms after being tired for the past few days." Song Yao shook her neck and took Song Yuanbao's hand and walked ahead.

"Song Niangzi, please stay." The youngest of the judges caught up, the youngest of the jurors.

Yun Zhongxiao once introduced him to Song Yao, and it is said that the two have a good personal relationship.

But in public, the two only treated it as good and avoided telling the truth.

"Mr. Fan, I don't know what happened to calling the little girl?" Song Yao nodded at the other party.

"The Nine Towers Cake has been successfully auctioned, and I will discuss it and think that it is more appropriate to hand it over to Song Niangzi to dispose of this silver." Mr. Fan spoke.

"Song Yao believes in you, you just have to let it go, after all, the Nine Towers Cake is just the beginning, and it is inevitable that similar things will happen in the future, so you should learn from your experience." Song Yao smiled and shook her head, "I'm just an ordinary woman, and I don't have as much experience in life as you, so I won't participate in it." ”

"My mother is going to invite us to dinner, Grandpa Fan should go and get down to business, Yuanbao's stomach is rumbling with hunger." Song Yuanbao raised his head and said in unison: "The people take food as the sky, and the food is also sexual, these things taught by the master are to put a full stomach in the first place, and Yuanbao must follow the teachings of Mr." ”

"This ......" Mr. Fan hesitated, always feeling that if he continued to speak, he would become an abusive child.

"Mr. Fan doesn't have to be embarrassed, no matter how much the price is, Song Yao will not ask. There is just a small request, and I hope that Mr. Fan can agree. Song Yao smiled lightly.

"Song Niangzi, please speak." Mr. Fan said.

"If the buyer agrees, please ask Mr. Fan to be able to put this person's name side by side with the Chamber of Commerce when helping people in need." After Song Yao said this, she said goodbye to Mr. Fan.

As for whether Mr. Fan can comprehend what she means, this is not within Song Yao's concern.

As long as more than half of the silver is really used on the poor, it will be worth it for Song Yao to work hard for a few more days.

Not to mention the liveliness of the gathering in the Song Mansion, after coaxing Song Yuanbao to sleep, Song Yao was a little insomnia, sitting on the small collapse in front of the window and enjoying the moonlight.

Since Helian Sheng left, he wrote a total of three letters to Song Yao, one to report safety, one to celebrate the New Year, and the last one said that he might come back later, but he would definitely be in time to accompany her to celebrate winning the crown of the God of Cooking.

And these three letters are extremely short, as if the time to write a letter cannot be squeezed out by Helian Sheng.

It was precisely because she noticed Heliansheng's abnormality that Song Yao never replied, she didn't want to trouble Heliansheng, and she was afraid that Heliansheng had changed her mind.

"Master, Hong Qi has a letter." Red Sleeves pushed the door into the house, saw Song Yao sitting on the small collapse, hurriedly picked up a blanket to cover her, frowned, and said: "It's cold at night, Madame should pay attention to it, so as not to affect the later events." ”

"It's okay, I drank some wine today, and I can get it." Song Yao stretched out his hand and said, "Bring the letter to me, this is the first time Hong Qi has sent back news." ”

"Madame watched first, and the slave maid went to bring some sweet soup." Red Sleeves handed the letter to Song Yao and turned around and went to the compartment.

Recent times. Song Yao often gets up to read books or write recipes.

Red sleeves was afraid that Song Yao would be hungry, and even more afraid that her cold-sensitive physique would not be able to stand the cold at night, so the room was always filled with red dates, wolfberries and lotus seed soup.

Hong Qi didn't like to talk in the first place, and the letters he wrote were only a few words, explaining his achievements during this time.

After Red Sleeves came back, Song Yao handed the letter to Red Sleeves, took the soup bowl and said with a smile: "Take a look, this Hong Qi is a capable master, these people can become my hole cards in a short period of time, and I don't have to worry about no one to use." ”

Red Sleeves looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: "Madame knows people with a good eye, and I am afraid that other people will not dare to use Hong Qi." ”

"I'm also gambling, betting on the integrity and integrity of the people in the rivers and lakes." Song Yao smiled lightly.