Due to Han Ying's strong attack, Qin Yu is still far ahead with 30 points, Han Ying is second with 28 points, and Liu Can is stepping on the third place with 27 points.

The race continued, and soon it was the turn of Class 6.

"Ask Sun Jia, the leader of Class 6, to present your food. Li Qiucian doesn't like Sun Jia, so he said it very simply.

"Come on, Brother Sun, we support you!"

"Class 6 will win!" In the area of Class 6, several people who were close to Sun Jia shouted loudly, and even raised banners to cheer, only Qiu Li's expressionless face was out of place with the atmosphere.

Sun Jia glared at Li Qiucian, quietly sent out an unbearable greeting in his heart, walked to the judges' seat with a tray, and placed a large porcelain soup basin in front of the three judges.

"Eight treasure chicken soup, please taste it. Sun Jia lifted the lid with a proud and even complacent smile, Babao chicken soup is his best delicacy, and it is also soup, he is confident that it will not be worse than Han Ying, and it may even be better.

"Han Ying has 28 points, so isn't it possible for me to get 29 points?" Before he started to taste, Sun Jia began his own brain replenishment journey, fantasizing about stepping on Han Ying and Liu Can and ascending to the second throne to win the cheers of the audience.

The lid was lifted, and with the white steam, the rich and fresh fragrance of the chicken soup came to the face, and the white food light bloomed in a divergent manner, and the beam rose soon more than three inches to be promoted, and the light also turned pale yellow.

The pale yellow light did not stop, and under the gaze of the audience, it climbed to nearly four inches and seven before stopping, and in terms of height, it was just the same as Han Ying's jade conpoy soup.

"Oh yes, Brother Sun's best Babao chicken soup is also fragrant and delicious, and it will definitely catch up with Han Ying. ”

"Maybe it can be surpassed, after all, it is Brother Sun's best food. ”

"In the first round of the competition, our sixth class should be able to enter the top three, haha. Seeing the food gas of Babao Chicken Soup approaching five inches from four inches to seven inches, everyone in Class 6 felt confident.

Sun Jia also nodded with self-satisfaction, he was born in the Wang family, much worse than the Han family, there is no unique skill handed down, and he can make Babao chicken soup into four inches and seven food qi through his own skills, he feels that he can already be proud of himself.

In the light of the food gas, the pale yellow chicken soup with oil flowers spreads a rich delicious aroma, the whole hen lies in the chicken soup, the leather is also bright pale yellow, it looks full of texture, it is conceivable that the meat below must be very bad and delicious after tearing, and the soup will inevitably bring satisfying taste enjoyment.

In fact, Babao chicken soup belongs to the medicinal diet, in addition to the umami taste of chicken soup, it also has a faint herbal taste, which is a famous prescription for both qi and blood, especially suitable for people who are deficient in qi and blood.

Sun Jia, who was immersed in complacency, did not notice that You Qu frowned slightly, You Qu did not taste it immediately, but gently tore the chicken skin with chopsticks and tried the chicken, and then flicked it in the soup again, put down the chopsticks and hugged his arm and shook his head.

Sun Jia was full of confidence, waiting for the expected praise and admiration, but who expected the result to be like this, You Hu actually refused to taste it.

The seal is not as direct as You Hu, but he still picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful, blew it and put it in his mouth, when the fragrant chicken soup overflowed his taste buds, he couldn't help nodding slightly, and then put down the spoon and shook his head.

Sun Jia's heart went up and down, nodded and shook his head, what do you mean?

In the end, pinning his hopes on Su Zhe, Sun Jia suddenly felt so nervous, and his previous complacency was gone in an instant.

Su Zhe did not use a spoon, but dipped it with chopsticks, and then bit the chopsticks and spit out: "It's too oily." ”

The sentence "poof......" pierced Sun Jia's heart like a critical arrow, ruthlessly penetrating his heart.

"It's too oily, how can it be too oily?How can stewed chicken soup not be oily?" Sun Jia's eyes widened, and his voice couldn't help but rise, and his tone was very much like a question.

"Are you sure you use tenderloin?" Su Zhe asked rhetorically, the pork tenderloin was tender and lean, but he did taste the taste of fat. (Eight treasure chicken soup with tenderloin)

"I ......" Sun Jia was interrupted by Feng Bupo before he could finish speaking.

Feng Bupo sighed and said: "The taste of the chicken soup is very good, very delicious, and there are not many flaws that can be picked out from the color and flavor alone, but ......"

"But what?" Sun Jia asked hurriedly, his tone trembling a little, because the result was too different from what he expected.

Feng Bupo said: "The treatment of the medicinal materials of the Babao chicken soup is very important, Codonopsis, Poria cocos, Atractylodes, licorice, Rehmannia rehmannia, white peony, Chuanxiong, these eight flavor medicinal materials, should be packed into a medicine bag and tied tightly so that they can be stewed and taken out, but why are your medicinal materials still scattered in the soup?"

"Huh?" Sun Jia was stupid on the spot, he did use these eight flavored medicinal materials, but he really didn't know about the matter of filling a medicine bag.

"Anyway, if you drink soup and don't eat medicinal herbs, does it make sense to fill a medicine bag?" Sun Jia tried his best to defend himself.

Qin Yu, Han Ying, and Liu Can in the audience rolled their eyes at the same time, they were embarrassed to defend themselves after making such a low-level mistake? And there was more than this low-level mistake.

Feng Bupo said: "Of course it makes sense, the chicken soup pays attention to the meat and rotten soup, which is fresh and fragrant, and it is obvious that you do not meet the soup clear." ”

"It's very clear, you see it's very clear!" Sun Jia picked up the spoon and kept scooping up the chicken soup to prove himself, and at this moment, it was You He who slapped the table with a bang.

"Enough!" The chicken soup in the soup pot almost spilled, and You Yu's tone suddenly became very stern, "Let's not talk about the medicine bag first, what do you mean by bringing the whole chicken?"

"What, what?" Sun Jia didn't understand what You Hu meant, wasn't it right to serve the whole chicken?

Now we are not only judges but also diners, you should cut the pork and chicken and put it in a bowl, pour in the original soup and add refined salt to taste before serving. But look at you, not only did you not cut it, but you didn't even prepare a small bowl, as a big eater, you don't even know this, why are you embarrassed to stand here!"

There was another bang, Sun Jia's heart almost jumped out of his throat, he looked at You He stupidly and looked at You Hu's angry appearance, his whole brain was short-circuited, it turned out that he had to be cut and seasoned with refined salt before it could be served? Poor Tianjian, he really didn't know.

At the moment ago, I was still fantasizing about getting the highest praise from the judges, stepping on Han Ying to beat Liu Can to rank second, enjoying the heroic treatment of the audience, but the reality is so cruel, there is no praise, there is no second, there is no cheering, only criticism criticism or criticism.

The contrast is really too great, and the criticism is like countless arrows, converging on Sun Jia's heart from all directions in a heart-to-heart way.

My heart hurts!

(PS: If you're hungry, it's still good to make braised pork ribs and stew rice, and feed your stomach.) ）