The three judges stared at the unusual pasta in the bowl and didn't start for a long time.

The little apprentice of Yangzhou Yan quietly moved around, stood behind Jiang Cheng, and whispered, "Yu family restaurant? Haven't you heard of it, master, do you know?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head lightly, "I don't know."

"Well, this kind of little-known shop can also participate in the competition, isn't it a bribe to the organizers? Master, what do you see she makes, it's weird, can you eat it?" The little apprentice's voice was a little louder, and he complained.

Jiang Cheng's face sank, and he stopped him: "Little Four!" Glancing vaguely at the camera passing by, hoping that what he had just said hadn't been recorded.

The little apprentice also discovered his own inappropriateness at this time, and was shocked into a cold sweat, closed his eyes and waited for the master's reproach, and waited for a long time without finding any movement, so he quickly stuck out his tongue and stepped aside, and no longer dared to talk nonsense.

There are not a few people who have the same idea as him, and even many spectators in the stadium let out a "boo" sound, determined that Yu Jian will be eliminated in the first round.

Guan Shanyue quietly glanced around with her eyes, with a sneer in her heart, and then looked at the soup in the bowl, with a hint of a smile on her face. He first slowly blew a breath of hot air, slowly took a small sip, let the soup slide between his lips and teeth, the bitterness of the tea soup made him frown faintly, the sourness of the black plum made him sniff, the crispness of the pepper made him hiss, and finally they all blended together and turned into a slight sweetness of malt.

Everyone waited for his evaluation, but they didn't expect that after swallowing this tea soup, he actually showed a full smile, and turned to the floating dough sheet, the dough shone brightly under the reflection of the soup, and the chopsticks were picked up, and he even escaped slipperily. Guan Shanyue clamped it again unconvinced, just raised his hand, and dropped it again, so angry that he directly put it on the spoon and quickly put it into his mouth as soon as he scooped a piece.

The noodles are fragrant, slightly salty, and chewy with the unique sweetness of rice noodles, which is different from all the noodles you just ate, and it is chewy as if you are eating king oyster mushrooms.

Then take a look at the meat at the bottom of the bowl, the mutton is cut into knuckle-length strips, it smells a little bit of mutton, and the meat is juicy and salty when you bite into it.

"Professor Kwan, how does it taste?" Shi Jiachuan stopped his impulse to continue on the side and asked anxiously.

Guan Shanyue glanced at him puzzled, "Isn't there one in front of you?" What to ask? Can't you eat it yourself?!

At this time, the history of the family was blocked from crying and laughing. Gott~ I can only taste it myself.

Liu Chenggao's heart was already amazed - he glanced at the little girl who was still on the stage, neither humble nor arrogant, and his wrinkled hands unconsciously tightened slightly.

Others can't recognize it, but it's impossible for him not to know that this green tea soup is the famous "five-flavor soup" in ancient times! It seems that this selection competition really blew up some unborn hidden culinary families.

He pinched the spoon and took a shallow sip. After a long time, he smiled slightly, and this was the taste, exactly the same as the one he remembered when he was young.

He picked up the microphone and asked kindly, "Little girl, what's your name?"

"Yu Jane, simple Jane."

The surname is Yu?!

Liu Chenggao was so excited that he almost got up from the chair, and after a long time, he said a few "good" words in a row.

There was an uproar on and off the stage, and the host rushed up to greet him and asked, "Liu Lao has a high opinion of this bowl of noodles?"

Liu Chenggao was a little disdainful in his heart, these people in front of him only looked at the surface, but did not investigate the deep meaning. After thinking for a few seconds, he said, "This is a five-flavor soup!" In a word, the audience was blown up!

Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up, and his gaze at Yu Jian was slightly scrutinized.

"Sweet, sour, spicy and salty, this is the original taste in the kitchen. In this small bowl of soup, these five flavors are perfectly blended. And this patch, do you know what it's called?" Liu Chenggao picked up the blade steadily and asked.

The crowd shook their heads.

Guan Shanyue still looked at it from the side, tried it herself, and was slipped away from the tip of the chopsticks by the blade, glared at the historical family biography that secretly laughed at him, and reluctantly picked up the microphone

He said, "Gluttony."

"Yes, this is the glutton! Professor Kwan is a scholar of history, and his horizons are broader than ours." Liu Chenggao complimented without a trace, "Dumplings are noodles that appeared relatively early in Chinese history, this is its scientific name, and now, we generally call it noodles."

"It's dough - what are you talking about?" There are people down there who are not convinced.

Guan Shanyue stroked her beard and smiled, waiting for Liu Chenggao to continue to explain.

Liu Chenggao: "Wait a minute, I haven't finished yet, what are young people doing in such a hurry?" The man's face turned red, "How do you make dough sheets?"

A little apprentice on the field replied: "Knead the dough and wake up and cut it, what is the importance of the dough?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the little girl's gluttony uses the 'water channel'?" Liu Chenggao looked at Yu Jian and asked.

Someone even knows how to introduce water! Yu Jian raised her head incredulously, "Yes, it is indeed the 'Water Channeling Method'."

"What is this?" Everyone couldn't help but whisper about it.

The ancient method of water introduction, with water as the support, is the secret method of noodles. Liu Chenggao's eyes were more kind when he looked at Yu Jian, it seemed that he was right, this little girl was indeed the heir of that person.

"Elder Liu, I'll take care of the rest." Shi Jiachuan had already eaten the bowl in front of him cleanly, and he didn't give up snatching a piece of mutton and two pieces of dumplings from Guan Shanyue, chewing them in his mouth with a taste before he spoke.

He wanted to snatch food from Liu Lao's mouth, but he didn't dare, the old man was old, and if he was angry, it would be his big mistake.

So even though he envied the old man's bowl for most of the remaining soup, he could only look at it from time to time.

Liu Chenggao had already noticed his hot gaze, stuffed the microphone into his hand, and hurriedly held the bowl and owed it, this is a good thing, he wants to keep it and taste it slowly!

Shi Jiachuan was convinced that this was the five-flavored falcon he saw from the unknown wild history biography, and looked at Yu Jian with appreciation: "In the Tang Dynasty, mutton was the royal meat of princes and nobles. Legend has it that Xuanzong is good at meat, but he is worried that eating too much meat will cause fire. The imperial chef and the medical officer racked their brains to make the five-flavor soup. The mutton strips brewed with five-flavor soup smell good, but the food is fragrant. Xuanzong drank the whole bowl, and he burst into tears, and in a short period of time, he looked back on his life."

Shi Jiachuan looked at everyone's stunned expressions with smugness, and said, "Of course, this is a wild history. But whether it is a five-flavor soup or a falcon dumpling, there are traces to follow. The theme of our selection competition is the word "ancient". Taste aside, this dish of the little girl can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty thousands of years ago, killing all of you in seconds. If you want to talk about the taste, I use two words to describe it, one word is "strange" and the other word is "second". I can't describe it, so I can only ask you to taste it and judge it."

But from his tone, he would have properly voted for it.