Chapter 632： 1st judge

The familiar old neighbors on the ancient street started buying dinner from Lin Ruifeng again, which made him feel very happy because it was an identification with him.

People are always like this. When they gain a sense of identity, they can stimulate the potential that they may not even know.

Lin Ruifeng was very serious. After the teppanyaki was hot, he quickly prepared dinner for the merchants, and delivered them to the stalls one by one. The excitement of the night market before it starts seems to indicate that Lin Ruifeng's business will be good today, which is a good sign.

Ma Xiaolong watched Lin Ruifeng busy, and saw that all the business owners went to his side to buy food.

This scene seemed to be a wake-up call, sounding a wake-up call for him, and made Ma Xiaolong realize that perhaps his barbecue fried rice is not invincible, but there are still many problems.

When Ma Xiaolong had also set up his stall, had grilled the roasting meat, and the iron plate had already been heated.

A figure appeared in front of Ma Xiaolong's booth: "Excuse me, is it open for business now?"

Ma Xiaolong raised his head and saw that the person standing in front of the stall asking questions was a woman who was a little older but gave a very spiritual and extraordinary feeling.

Out of the habit developed in foreign restaurants, Ma Xiaolong immediately responded: "Good evening madam, it's open now. I don't know what you want to buy?"

The woman glanced around and looked at the huge rotating barbecue that was being grilled and asked, "Is the barbecue okay now?"

Ma Xiaolong said immediately: "Yes, Madam, the barbecue was actually cooked before I came here. I am reheating here. If you want to order now, I can make a barbecue fried rice for you right away. , Is my feature here."

The woman nodded: "Okay, let's have a barbecue fried rice."

Ma Xiaolong promised: "Okay, please wait a moment."

Afterwards, Ma Xiaolong's hands and feet were swift, and he quickly picked out the appropriate barbecue from the rotating barbecue. The fried rice was also fried on the iron plate first. As usual, he added Ma Xiaolong's exclusive fried rice sauce and stir-fried evenly, and finally removed the barbecued meat. Stir fry into fried rice.

After cooking, put the fried rice into the prepared kraft carton.

Finally, top with some lemon juice and pat on some chopped green onions for decoration. Then seal the opening of the kraft carton.

Ma Xiaolong was swift in his hands and feet throughout the whole process, and there was no extra nonsense. He just cooked by himself until he handed the finished boxed barbecue fried rice to the woman in front of the stall.

"Madam, this is your fried rice, please enjoy it slowly, thank you."

The woman took the fried rice, paid for it, and turned to walk to Lin Ruifeng's stall next door.

Seeing this scene, Ma Xiaolong didn’t feel anything wrong. After all, during this period of time, many videos on the Internet have introduced that eating his barbecue fried rice is best paired with the crepe small wontons from Lin Ruifeng’s stall next door. The guests who come here do the same.

So Ma Xiaolong didn't take it seriously, and continued to work on his own affairs in front of the stall.

The woman walked to Lin Ruifeng's stall, and also observed and said, "Bring me a fried rice."

Lin Ruifeng didn't notice who was standing in front of the stall?

Hearing the other party’s order of fried rice, Lin Ruifeng immediately replied, “Okay, do you want a heavier or lighter taste? Do you need chili? We have barbecued pork, roast goose, roast duck, etc., and you need to match it. What? Do you want to put green onion?"

The woman standing in front of the stall was taken aback for a moment. It seemed that she didn't expect Lin Ruifeng to ask so many questions in just a few seconds.

The woman thought for a while and said: "Don’t put green onion, the taste is slightly lighter, you can’t eat too heavy when you are old, and pair it with some goose meat, but not too fatty, and try not to make the fried rice too oily. , Don’t put peppers."

When Lin Ruifeng was waiting for the answer from the other party, he actually started to prepare. After listening to the answer from the other party, he repeated it as he started to cook the rice: "Don’t use green onion and chili. The taste should be lighter, not greasy, and less goose, right? ?"

The woman in front of the stall responded: "Yes, that's it, how long do you have to wait?"

Lin Ruifeng didn't stop his hands, and said while cooking the rice: "It's all right now, a few minutes."

Next, the woman standing in front of the stall watched Lin Ruifeng fly over the iron plate with both hands, and in a blink of an eye, an iron plate fried rice was fried. According to her request, no green onion and chili were added, and even Lin Ruifeng did not add iron plate fried rice sauce, but copied a very light fried rice.

Finally, Lin Ruifeng asked when he was about to get out of the pot: "By the way, do you eat here or do you want to pack it?"

The woman immediately said, "Just eat here."

Hearing what the other party said, Lin Ruifeng quickly put the fried rice on the plate, laid out the sliced ​​goose, put aside the plum sauce, and handed a very elegant fried rice to the woman in front of the stall.

Seeing such a plate of fried rice, the woman standing in front of the stall was a little surprised.

Although it looks very light, even a little bit unlike sizzling fried rice, the aroma from the noodles is still very attractive.

The woman paid the money, picked up the fried rice given by Lin Ruifeng, turned and walked towards the position in the small market.

When the woman turned and walked to the tables in the small market, Zhao Daxia saw the kraft paper box in her hand. She slammed Lin Ruifeng with her elbow and said, "Look, the woman just now bought one from Ma Xiaolong next door. Fried rice, who is this? Why buy two?"

When Zhao Daxia reminded him, Lin Ruifeng quickly looked over and noticed two fried rice in the woman's hands.

Thinking back to the voice of the woman, Lin Ruifeng suddenly thought of who the woman was.

It was the person who was obviously supposed to be a "senior aunt", but the first time we met, we must ask Lin Ruifeng to call her "uncle", Shi Jiahui.

After guessing the identity of the opponent, Lin Ruifeng suddenly realized that the formal competition had already begun.

Then he became nervous in an instant, and kept thinking about his performance just now, wondering if there was something wrong with him? Or is it not done well?

After falling into this state of contemplation for a while, Lin Ruifeng was photographed and woke up.

"Ah? Is there anything wrong with Auntie?"

Zhao Daxia looked at Lin Ruifeng who was startled and asked: "What's the matter with you? Xiaolin, are you okay? I'm not your sister-in-law, I'm your Aunt Zhao, someone is buying food, so you can quickly cook it for someone else."

Lin Ruifeng immediately regained consciousness when he heard this. He glanced at the person waiting in front of the stall, and he also woke up.

Regardless of whether he made a mistake or whether he would satisfy Shi Jiahui in the end, Lin Ruifeng understood that he had no chance to do it again, so he could only continue to be himself.

A smile reappeared on his face for an instant, and Lin Ruifeng kindly asked the guests in front of the stall.

"What do you want? How does it taste? Do you want chili? Can you put chopped green onion? Do you need to add char siu? Or roast goose, roast duck? Don't it be too greasy..."

Lin Ruifeng has formed a habit now, as long as someone is standing in front of the stall, he will ask the other person like this. Whether the other party wants fried rice, noodles, or even a bowl of small crepe wontons. He will always ask the other person's taste preferences very carefully.

Shi Jiahui sat there, glanced at Lin Ruifeng's side, and vaguely heard Lin Ruifeng's question, the corners of her mouth raised slightly and smiled.

Next, Shi Jiahui opened the kraft paper box and put out the fried rice with barbecued meat in the shape of rice balls.

After carefully examining the rice **** pressed out of the kraft paper box, Shi Jiahui also has to admit that this gimmick is indeed very interesting, and it really looks like a rice ball in his hand. And it's very convenient to eat like this, a little attention will not get oil stains on your body, and you don't even need to wash your hands.

In contrast, Lin Ruifeng's serving of fried rice on a plate seems a bit old-fashioned.

In terms of appearance, Ma Xiaolong still has the upper hand. It is not difficult to understand why his business is so good during this period.

Next, I tasted the taste. Shi Jiahui also tasted it more carefully, comparing the taste of the two houses.

As a cook, Shi Jiahui naturally ate both fried rice. After eating, she took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth. After looking at the two fried rice carefully, she stood up and turned away without saying a word. In the small market, there was no extra communication with anyone during the whole process.

When Lin Ruifeng was finished, when he raised his head to look for Shi Jiahui, he found that he had already left.

Seeing the uncle leaving, Lin Ruifeng was still a little bit disappointed and worried.

I can't help but wonder: Is there any dissatisfaction? Whose fried rice is better than Ma Xiaolong?

These worries were quickly diluted by the hot business.

This night, Ma Xiaolong is still very hot business there.

Whether it’s the women who are looking at Ma Xiaolong’s appearance, or those young people who have watched videos on the Internet and made a special trip to check in as an Internet celebrity, Ma Xiaolong’s business is extremely hot, and as night falls, Ma Xiaolong’s booth is almost Was surrounded by water.

Of course, thanks to Ma Xiaolong’s fame, Lin Ruifeng’s crepe ravioli was also bought by many people.

In the eyes of the merchants in the ancient street, Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong are present, and the night market is naturally booming.

The hot business continues until it is close to 0 o'clock, before it is considered flat.

Before the sound of 0 o'clock, some merchants in the night market had begun to close their stalls, and most of the bosses who sold food had basically left.

Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong are left, and the two are about to start preparing to close the stall.

Ma Xiaolong sold the last fried rice, and today is the day he sold everything.

As usual, he came to Lin Ruifeng's stall and ordered a fried rice and a bowl of small crepe wontons.

Lin Ruifeng seemed to know that he would come, and the last of each day would definitely be kept for him, and handed him Ma Xiaolong's last copy. Lin Ruifeng also ended his business today.

Ma Xiaolong, carrying fried rice and small wontons, sat in a position facing Lin Ruifeng's stall.

"It's really tiring. Every day is such a high-intensity business, do you know? This feeling makes me feel like I have returned to Chef Feng. When I went to fight Samsung with him, it was also so hard every day. Go Research various dishes, and then continue to improve them."

After taking a bite of fried rice, Ma Xiaolong chewed carefully and swallowed the fried rice.

“Well, that’s how I feel. When I’m busy every day until late, I will cook a staff meal, and then eat it with Chef Feng and the restaurant staff. Sometimes it’s fried rice, sometimes it’s bread, and It will be some vegetable pies at that time. I really miss that time."

Lin Ruifeng heard Ma Xiaolong's words, and after processing the last leftover leftovers on the iron plate, Lin Ruifeng also made a plate of supper for himself, and walked to the opposite side of Ma Xiaolong to sit down.

Ma Xiaolong looked at the things on Lin Ruifeng's plate and immediately couldn't help but said: "Wow, you are not particular about it. You have kept so many good things for yourself, why don't you tell me to eat it?"

Lin Ruifeng was a little surprised: "Don't you want fried rice, no char siu, no meat, and then have a light taste, and a bowl of crepe wontons without green onions? What's wrong now? Do you regret seeing me eating these leftovers? ? But there is no way to regret it, you don't have to eat."

With that said, Lin Ruifeng protected the plate, completely preventing Ma Xiaolong from reaching out.

Seeing this scene, Ma Xiaolong laughed: "Hahaha, you kid actually protects food."

But after laughing, Ma Xiaolong suddenly thought of something. He looked at Lin Ruifeng with a little surprise: "You, how could you know that my fried rice at night should not be char siu or meat, and should not be greasy, and you remember that I don't need chopped green onions in my wontons?"

Without waiting for Lin Ruifeng to answer, Shen Qingluo walked into the small market and said, "Of course, Xiaolin will record the habits of familiar customers. You do this every day. Of course Xiaolin remembers."

Ma Xiaolong didn't turn his head to look at Shen Qingluo, but stared at the fried rice and wontons in front of him.

In an instant, he seemed to have captured a bit of information.

But those thoughts flashed in his mind, and Ma Xiaolong didn't really care about it, maybe it was just a fleeting thought.

Ma Xiaolong raised his head and looked at Lin Ruifeng and said, "I think it seems that you are a bit like Chef Feng like this."

Lin Ruifeng hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, I'm far from Master."

Ma Xiaolong then laughed: "Hahaha, you don't really think, I think you can catch up with Chef Feng? In my opinion, Chef Feng is the top chef I have ever seen, not to mention you I am afraid that not many people can catch up with him in the world."

Lin Ruifeng nodded in agreement: "Well, I think so too."

Ma Xiaolong was taken aback, and then smiled happily.

The two sat facing each other like that, and quickly ate the supper. After that, the two closed their stalls and left the small market one after another after saying goodbye.

Walking out of the small market and on the way back, Lin Ruifeng said to Shen Qingluo: "Uncle Master came today and ordered a fried rice of me and Ma Xiaolong separately. I think Master’s test has already begun. I can’t be sure of today’s performance. It’s not to satisfy the uncle."

Shen Qingluo looked at Lin Ruifeng in surprise and asked, "Your uncle?"

Lin Ruifeng nodded: "Yes, Uncle Shi's daughter."

Shen Qingluo then exclaimed: "Oops, we were all deceived by the little uncle. The little uncle deliberately asked Aunt Ruoxi to tell us that they will not come back next week. In fact, the little uncle has already notified others to let them first Come and test you in one step."

Two hours before Shen Qingluo's exclamation, Feng Yifan was still lying on the bed, pressed under her by his wife, his two ears had been pulled red by his wife, and he begged his wife for mercy.

Su Ruoxi looked angry: "Huh, do you dare to beg for mercy? You bad guy lied to me and used me. I can't spare you tonight."

After speaking, Su Ruoxi leaned over and bit her husband.