V2.Chapter 6

This round, the royal chefs seem to have been tasting dishes for a long time, but it seems understandable. The three of them have come up with the skills of housekeeping. It is also difficult for the royal chefs to make a choice. …

The lobby was crowded with people waiting for the result. There were guests and teams that were eliminated from the competition. Bai Tang couldn't sit still in the wing, so he also came to the lobby.

Shopkeeper Cui was afraid that this aunt would not stop talking and would die, so she daring to follow.

Bai Tang was obsessed with the result, but he didn't cause trouble.

"Why are you so mysterious? Isn't that Lady Du?"

"Yes, it must be Mrs. Du!"

"Isn't it? Besides Madam Du, who else is qualified to win the competition? Is that Chef Bear? Or that lame man?"

"Haha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

Shopkeeper Cui looked at the back of his young lady, and secretly broke into a cold sweat. The young lady was really fascinated by the result, otherwise it would be good if she didn't rush over to give someone a kick when she heard Shicai's bastard words.

Bai Tang really didn't hear it, but she wasn't completely waiting for the result. Her eyes fell on the corridor on the third floor. Yan Ruyu's identity was spread as early as the first day. At this time, her wing was crowded with people. All of them came to congratulate Mrs. Du.

A group of people smiled brightly, as if they had spied the results from the royal chef, and Yan Ruyu, who was complimented and congratulated by everyone, had a smile on the corners of her eyes, and it could be seen that she also believed that Mrs. Du would definitely win.

Is it really Mrs. Du?

Bai Tang was heartbroken.

I don't know how long I waited, and finally I waited for the results of the final round of the competition.

However, what is beyond everyone's clothing is that it is not Lady Du!

"How is this possible?" Yan Ruyu's almond eyes widened in surprise, "Did you hear it wrong?"

Lizhi said anxiously: "Nu Maiyuan also thought she heard it wrong and asked again and again."

Lady Du was not as happy and angry as Yan Ruyu, but she could see that her expression had cooled down.

Yan Ruyu frowned and said, "Who won? Don't tell me it's Zuixianju!"

Lizhi lowered his head: "...just... it's the Zuixianju."

The final winner was not Mrs. Du, but Zuixianju. This shocking news just blew up Tianxianglou, even though the chef surnamed Yu was also from Tianxianglou, and because Chef Yang and the signature The food thing has gained a bit of fame, but it is still a bit unqualified compared to Mrs. Du.

"Is it a mistake?"

"I heard that the boss of Zuixianju is the deputy leader of the Jiangzuo Business Alliance."

The implication of this guest is that Zuixianju has left the relationship.

"Oh, why didn't you say that Mrs. Du's backstage is the daughter of the general's mansion? The backstage of the daughter of the general's mansion is the young master of Yancheng?" Bai Tang's words left the man speechless.

Someone else said: "But I heard that the little cook in Zuixianju is the one who was rescued by the second prince yesterday. She is the second prince's woman. If there is anyone in the world who is not afraid of the young master's residence, she should It belongs to this Second Highness."

The Second Highness is the emperor's most important prince, and the concubine is also in charge of the harem. She is truly uncrowned. With such an identity, she naturally has the confidence to compete openly with Young Master Yan.

This is the news spread by Yan Ruyu, otherwise who would know who was carried upstairs by the second prince?

There were more and more voices of dissatisfaction, and no one believed that the chef of Zuixianju really won Mrs. Du with his ability, and Mrs. Du herself did not believe it.

Mrs. Du shook her head and said, "Impossible, I used the old brine made by my master, it's impossible to lose."

A man who was fighting for Madam Du said: "Please come out with the royal chef! We want to discuss an explanation!"

People's hearts are always easy to be incited. With the first one, there will naturally be no less to follow the crowd.

Another man stood up and said: "Yes! Let's talk about it! Let's also see what kind of skills he used to beat Mrs. Du!"

The evaluation is a matter for the royal chefs, and of course they won't change the results at will because someone makes trouble, but Mrs. Du came to the door.

As soon as she entered the room, she smelled an indescribable odor. It was not as pungent as stinky tofu, but it was cold and long, and it was like a shadow.

Under the cover of this smell, the aroma of the braised pork she made could not be smelled at all.

How could this be? What she uses is the old brine, known as thyme, which is cooked by the master...

Madam Du was so smoked that she almost forgot her business, but luckily she recovered in time, she looked at the six royal chefs in the wing, and asked puzzled, "Several adults, I don't know which of my skills is inferior to others, but I actually lost to Drunk. Xianju?"

Her expression was high, and her tone was full of disdain for Zuixianlou.

A famous chef of her status naturally has the capital to look down on a drunken fairy house.

The royal chefs wanted to let her taste the craftsmanship of Drunk Xianju, but when they saw the empty pot on the table, they were all dumbfounded.

It was agreed to only take one bite, how could it be all gone to the bald?

Chef Zhang Yu, who was headed by him, cleared his throat and ordered the uncle who went to the wing to be called.

The uncle has already learned the final result, and it is not surprising to be called up. In the two-day competition, he can somewhat see Mrs. Du's temperament, and he is proud of himself. Except for Bao Shenchu, I am afraid that he will not even pay attention to anyone. He won her, and she was not convinced.

When he saw that Mrs. Du was also present, he became more and more certain of his guess.

"I've seen a few adults." He leaned on his cane and bowed.

The royal chef had long heard that he was a lame cook, but he was unavoidably surprised when he actually met him. He was neither humble nor arrogant, with an indescribable bearing, as expected of having seen the world in Tianxianglou.

Chef Zhang bluntly expressed Mrs. Du's doubts: "...What do you think? Do you also think we made a mistake in judgment?"

The uncle didn't answer in a hurry, but walked to the dining table, glanced at Mrs. Du's dish, picked up chopsticks, and tasted a few mouthfuls, including the soup, pork skin, pork, and even the side dishes. .

"I heard that Mrs. Du used the old brine made by Bao Shenchu?" He said, putting down his chopsticks.

Mrs. Du said in a clear voice, "That's right, it's the old brine cooked by my master and his old man himself."

The uncle said: "I didn't have the chance to see Senior Bao when I was working in Tianxianglou, but I was lucky enough to taste the old brine left by his old man. It doesn't seem like the taste of Mrs. Du's cooking."

Madam Du frowned: "What do you mean? Do you suspect that I'm using my master's gimmick?"

The uncle shook his head and said, "I didn't mean it that way, I just thought that Mrs. Du had only her shape, not her spirit, and didn't understand the essence of this brine."

Madam Du's plain hand was just one grip, and she looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. It wasn't that he was serious, but that he was right. When her master handed this jar of old meat to her, she once said to her. Similar words: "Wanqing, when you can appreciate the essence of this jar of brine, you will be qualified to inherit the mantle of a teacher."

She studied for three years, and finally made a taste that she was satisfied with. She didn't believe that she had not succeeded yet, it must be this lame who was alarming.

"Okay, since you said I did something wrong, why don't you tell me what you think is the essence of this brine?"

The uncle didn't answer her in a hurry, but instead asked, "Can you lend me some extra old meat?"

Mrs. Du gave the accompanying servant a wink, and the servant went to the kitchen to fetch the remaining half jar of old brine.

Without saying a word, the uncle went to the kitchen with Lao Lu in his arms.

Yu Wan saw him come over with a jar of old brine, and asked him, "Do you want to cook?"

The uncle said, "I'll do it myself."

Yu Wan and Yu Feng exchanged glances and went out one by one.

Mrs. Du guessed that he was going to cook, and thought it was a complicated dish, but unexpectedly it was a bowl of bland noodles, not expensive plain oil, but lard, a boiled egg, and a few slices of chopped green onion. , a spoonful of brine is all the seasoning.

The aroma of Lao Lu is far less intense than that made by Mrs. Du, and even because of the aroma of chopped green onion and lard, it has lost its high-end feeling, more like the smell you inadvertently smell when passing by a commoner's house.

Mrs. Du remembered the greasy stove in the countryside. She hadn't gone back for more than ten years.

The uncle put the noodles in front of her.

Mrs. Du smelled the aroma of chopped green onion and lard coming from the bowl. Since she made her fortune, she has never eaten something so unworthy of the table: "Do you know how valuable my master's old brine is? You just waste it like this. already?"

"Eat." The uncle also gave her the chopsticks.

Mrs. Du frowned, so that she could approve one, two, or three later, she didn't have to say anything.

However, after eating only one chopstick, his whole body froze.

The royal chefs looked at her one after another, only to see Mrs. Du, who was defiant just a moment ago, now holding a bowl of noodles, her eyes were red.

The chefs were stunned.

Madam Du's tears rolled in her eyes: "Yes..."

The uncle took a deep breath and continued for her: "It's missing."

Bao Shenchu ​​misses his missing son, misses his dejected wife, and that's why he has this old stew. What he wants is not the prosperity of the gluttonous feast, but a home that is too ordinary to be ordinary.

Mrs. Du was born in a cold environment, and what she cared about most was her own life experience. In order to get rid of the shadow of the past, she cut off everything related to the past. She only had ambitions in her heart, not worries.

A person who has nothing to worry about cannot understand Bao Shenchu's loneliness.

What's more, the uncle didn't say any more, and didn't blush and argue with a thick neck. He bowed to the royal chefs, and limped out of the wing with a crutch.

It is obviously a disabled figure, and it falls in the eyes of the royal chefs, but he is tall and sturdy, as tall and straight as a pine.

"and many more."

Chef Zhang Yu called him.

Big Burton stopped and turned around with difficulty.

Chef Zhang Yu said, "What is that dish you made?"

A smile appeared on the uncle's weathered face: "My family Awan said it was snail powder."

The house of the royal chefs was on the first floor, in a wing closest to the lobby. The crowd watching the excitement saw Madam Du rush in reluctantly, and then saw the lame cook in Zuixianlou and asked the royal chefs to call in. .

After that, the cook went to the kitchen again and made a new dish.

It seemed that it was the royal chefs who wavered their judgment and let him show his intentions again.

In this case, you usually lose.

The crowd was waiting for the show again.

Not long after, the lame cook came out with no joy of victory on his face, so let's just say, they lost!

But the moment he came out, a woman's suppressed crying came from the room behind him.

The crowd was stunned again.

what's the situation?

Yan Ruyu got down in a hurry, and said to Lizhi who was accompanying her, "Go and see how the result is? Why is Mrs. Du still inside?"

"Yes!" Lizhi responded hastily, and was about to step forward to find out, but Mrs. Du pushed open the door and came out.

Her eyes and nose were red, and there were tears in her eyes.

Everyone stared at her in astonishment.

"I lost."

she says.

The lobby was silent for a while, Yan Ruyu suddenly changed color: "Miss Du!"

Madam Du bowed reverently in the direction of the uncle's departure, which was a sincere affirmation and respect for a master.

Yan Ruyu became more and more incredible: "Miss Du, do you know what you are doing!"

The royal chef judged that it was not terrible for her to lose, but the terrible thing was that she admitted defeat herself. In this case, it was impossible for her to help her regain the situation!

"Miss Du, you..." Yan Ruyu was so angry that her breathing became disordered.

Madam Du turned her head and glanced at her.

This suddenly much weaker look made Yan Ruyu feel unfamiliar.

Mrs. Du said softly, "Thank you Miss Yan for your help. You and I have known each other for a while. We are both teachers and friends. I am very grateful for this relationship."

When Yan Ruyu met Mrs. Du by chance, it was during a majestic and heavy rain. Mrs. Du's carriage got stuck in the quagmire, and she accidentally ran over a person. That person's identity was not simple. He was the son of a local state official. .

In order to repay her kindness, Mrs. Du went to Beijing with Yan Ruyu.

But along the way, she gave Yan Ruyu all her money, and she never refused Yan Ruyu's request, and she no longer owed Yan Ruyu anything.

"I want to resign from Miss Yan," she said.

"Where are you going?" Yan Ruyu asked.

Madam Du said, "Go back to the village to have a look first."

"Village... son?" Yan Ruyu was shocked. Isn't Mrs. Du from a wealthy family? Her food and clothing costs, her manners, and etiquette are three points more important than her daughter in the general's residence. How...how could she be a village girl?

Madam Du threw off the burden and felt relieved. She bowed to Yan Ruyu: "Miss Yan, farewell."

Yan Ruyu was dumbfounded. Madam Du was the trump card in her hands. She still had a lot of use for her. She just threw her hands away and left. What should she do?

"Wait! You... haven't you seen your master?"

Madam Du sighed slowly: "Ashamed, I'm not qualified to see his old man right now."

After all, he stopped entanglement with Yan Ruyu, and left Tianxianglou calmly under the stunned gaze of everyone.

Mrs. Du's sudden departure was something Yan Ruyu never expected. If she lost the big competition, she also lost another Mrs. Du. If I had known, I would not have encouraged Mrs. Du to participate in any competition. It hurts so much!

Not long after Mrs. Du left, the Yu family also got into Master Qin's carriage.

Qin Ye's heart was full of twists and turns. When he asked to marry his daughter-in-law, he didn't have to worry about gains and losses.

When he thought that he would lose again and again, the Yu family could always surprise him again and again. Of course, he understood that the Yu family was not fighting for him, but he could not help but get excited.

"I thought about it, even if I can't win Bao Shenchu ​​tomorrow, I won't lower the price of stinky tofu!"

Don't worry, it doesn't matter what the outcome is! Lord Qin, I don't care anymore!

However, the Yu family is no longer competing for business.

Yu Wan looked at Qin Ye with a smile, Qin Ye understood her thoughts instantly, and only felt that a fire was burning in his chest. He hadn't felt this kind of blood boiling in many years. A day when you hit a wall but never give up.

He covered his heart and said with emotion: "You...you make me very impressed!"

"The uncle also made me look up." Yu Wan turned her head and said to the uncle beside her.

Since the uncle defeated Mrs. Du, he has been acting coldly.

Yu Wan curved her lips and said, "Uncle is really handsome today."

The part of winning Mrs. Du is really handsome and has the aura of a male god.

"Uncle, when your legs are cured, you will be so handsome every day."

"Cough!" The uncle, who had been cold all night, broke his skills in a second, scratched his ears, and blushed naively.

Master Qin sent the Yu family back to Lotus Village. Halfway through the game, the sixth son came to report that he had sent Mrs. Yu San and the two young masters back to the village.

Today is a bit later than yesterday, and the lights at home have been turned off. Yu Wan jumped out of the carriage, said goodbye to Lord Qin, and turned around and entered the house.

Jiang Shi and Xiao Tie Dan were already asleep, Yu Wan's movements were very light, she took a shower, changed her clothes, and came to the bed lightly.

The quilt was spread out, and it was bulging inside.

Must be a little iron again.

At the age of six, she still climbs on her sister's bed. Are you ashamed?

Yu Wan was angry and funny, she pulled the quilt and lay in, reaching out to touch it.

One egg, two eggs, three eggs? !

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Three baby eggs\(≧▽≦)/

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