Seeing that everyone was looking forward to it, King Jing cleared his throat and said, "Since it is not a hundred birds and a phoenix, there is no royal taboo, you can eat it separately." ”

Everyone nodded, and Mr. Drunkard couldn't wait, and after King Jing finished the first bite, he scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it in his mouth.

Rumble!

The explosive fragrance suddenly exploded in the mouth, causing every pore to dilate involuntarily all over its body.

"Fresh!"

"It's really a rare umami!"

Mr. Drunkard is shocked!

After Liu Wenzhou tasted it, he was also greatly admired.

The heart said that the umami of this hundred birds singing in unison is so much, I am afraid that it is not much better than the real hundred birds and the phoenix.

It's no wonder that I admit my mistake and almost lose face in front of others.

After the rest of the people tasted it, they were also amazed.

Even with their age and experience, it was the first time they had tasted such a delicious taste.

I have to say that the dishes for the state banquet are really good!

Even if the singing of hundreds of birds is only a semi-finished product, it will far surpass the previous royal Buddha jumping over the wall and braised shark fin.

Sun Huaimin is a person, and he is not weaker than others in cooking!

After Qin Xiuwen finished tasting it, he looked at Gu Beichuan's gaze, which was also a little gloomy.

Brother Gu Xian, Brother Gu Xian, it's not that your Feihong's dishes are not good, but people have dishes for state banquets.

Xiang Zhirou was the same, looking at Gu Beichuan with worry in her eyes that were rippling like rippling autumn water, and kept praying for them in her heart.

"Less... Master, what should we do? Fauber asked tremblingly.

"Tell me to go down and serve the spare dish for the third round."

Although Gu Beichuan had never heard of the legend of a hundred birds and a phoenix, he also knew that this dish was not trivial and could not be treated with common sense.

In the face of such an opponent, it is natural that you should go all out.

"Next, it's Feihong Restaurant, let's serve it." King Jing ordered with a little regret.

To be honest, Feihong's hot pot and Huainan roast duck are quite good.

If it weren't for his bias in the first round, Fei Hong would have won with the results of the first two rounds, how could he face such a dilemma.

Alas, make amends afterwards.

King Jing ordered, who dared to disobey everyone present.

Soon, Feihong's dishes were served.

The white cloth was lifted, and there were two dishes in it!

is as strong as Sun Huaimin, and can only make three royal dishes.

Could it be that Feihong can make four ways?

But even so, so what? Can it really beat the song of a hundred birds?

Offstage, Zhao Tenglong saw this scene, but he frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Although there is no explicit rule before the competition, only one dish can be served in a round, and it is understandable for Feihong Restaurant to do this.

But... When things go wrong, there must be demons.

He really didn't want to go wrong with a victory that was already close to him.

However, when the lids of the two dishes were lifted, all of Zhao Tenglong's worries disappeared in an instant.

Even King Jing and everyone on the stage frowned.

Is it because the dishes look too good?

No, quite the opposite.

Both dishes are too bad to look at.

One is chicken soup and the other is stir-fried meat.

It looks like a mediocre home-cooked dish, not to mention compared with the singing of hundreds of birds, but the royal Buddha jumping over the wall and the yellow braised shark fin can't be compared.

Feihong Restaurant This is, Qian donkey skills are poor?

Under the high platform, Zhao Tenglong and others laughed.

"What delicacies do I use to finalize the finale when Fei Hong, and that's it?"

"We're just too careful, and we use the birds to finalize the game."

"If it's the same as Feihong, put the birds singing in one or two rounds, I'm afraid that I will win a long time ago."

Even Zhao Tenglong smiled self-deprecatingly, he was really frightened by Feihong.

But if you can calm down and think about it, you will know, how can he make so many delicious dishes with Gu Beichuan, a winemaker?

Nowadays, two dishes are the limit.

Otherwise, you won't be fooled with such goods.

Such dishes, let alone two, are ten, hundred, and thousand, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to enter the eyes of King Jing.

Maybe he will be punished for a big crime of disrespect.

Indeed, King Jing looked at the two dishes in front of him, his brows furrowed, and a look of displeasure visible to the naked eye appeared on his face.

He asked in a low tone, "Gu Dongjia, what do you mean by this?" ”

"Could it be that in your eyes, this king only deserves to eat such dishes?"

Hearing this, Fu Bo was already drenched in cold sweat, Xiang Zhirou and Qin Xiuwen just wanted to intercede, but when they saw Gu Beichuan giving up, they said earnestly:

"The grass people don't dare, but please give His Royal Highness King Jing a try, this dish will definitely have a lot of success."

When King Jing heard this, his brows furrowed and loosened, and he loosened and wrinkled. After going back and forth several times, I finally brought up the spoon.

Of the two dishes, the chicken broth is not bad.

The only stir-fried meat is pork meat!

And more than half of it is fat, how does this make him swallow?

Xiang Qingfeng scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and put it in his mouth.

The next moment, a rich umami flavor erupts in the mouth, causing the pores to dilate all over the body.

This... This umami is not weaker than the singing of a hundred birds?

How is this possible?

Xiang Qingfeng was extremely surprised, and actually scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup again and put it in his mouth.

After taking a few big sips, he finally confirmed that this chicken soup was weird!

Not to mention anything else, the umami alone is really comparable to the singing of a hundred birds.

At this time, everyone in the audience was already stupid.

His Royal Highness King Jing, what is this doing?

Why do you linger so much on a bowl of chicken soup?

It's been four or five sips!

Especially Zhao Tenglong, his eyes were about to pop out.

The heart says that you are the King of Jing! What delicacies haven't you eaten?

Shouldn't a home-cooked dish like chicken soup be spit out in one sip?

What about now?

Seeing that King Jing Xuan couldn't stop, everyone on the high platform also looked at each other and couldn't figure out the situation.

Mr. Drunkard was still bold, and he also stretched out a spoon, scooped a spoonful, and put it in his mouth.

The next moment, his eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the deliciousness of this soup is not weaker than that of a hundred birds!"

What!

As soon as these words came out, it can be said that the jaw dropped in shock.

How is that possible?

Hundreds of birds chirp in unison, what kind of dish is that?

That's the imperial meal, a simplified version of the state banquet with a hundred birds and a phoenix! It is the hard work of the imperial chef Sun Huaimin who has studied all his life.

How can an ordinary bowl of chicken soup taste as good as a hundred birds?

Everyone is a person who practices the practice of learning things to know reason, and in the face of such a scene, it is natural to taste it before believing it.

So they followed the example of Mr. Drunkard, stretched the spoon into the soup bowl, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, and didn't care whether this move was disrespectful to King Jing.

However, when they tasted it, they immediately showed the same expression as Mr. Drunkard.

Many students in the audience were also surprised when they saw this scene.

If Mr. Drunkard is the only one who says this, there is still a suspicion of fraud.

But now that everyone is like this, it means...

One question, when you've eliminated all possible options, the remaining one, no matter how unbelievable, is the correct answer!