What should be done?

I stood on the roof and observed from a high place, and briefly told them what I had observed.www.uuk.la

"Classify the same ingredients according to different treatment methods?" the boss lady pondered, "I remembered that after hearing what you said, it seemed that my father had a similar approach back then."

"This is not surprising." But Tongtou said, "The thinner things are, the better. They are fried, stewed, fried, fried... Different methods and suitable thicknesses are different."

"You understand quite well." Jaezha hit the copper head with his elbow.

"But the food conference requires that it is to make three dishes and one soup. I really need to make so many tricks?" I said.

"Three dishes and one soup do not mean it is simple. Have you heard of the 'big universe roasted mai'?" said Tongtou.

"Is it the legendary genius young chef Liu Mouxing's big universe shabby?" I immediately remembered the omniscient storyteller at the entrance of the village, who once told such a story.

Maybe some people don’t know what yakimai is, so here... I won’t explain it. Please imagine yourself an unsealed dumpling filled with thick meat filling.

In addition to dumplings, shabby wheat, there are also wontons, buns, sesame cakes, spring rolls, Jiamo, and moon cakes...

A piece of dough, a ball of stuffing, can show more changes in the diet world than you can imagine.

As for the legendary "Big Universe Shabu", everyone might as well imagine it as a quilt wrapped in a pig...

How about it, do you feel completely different?

That’s right, this is ‘Big Universe Shaomai’ – it is huge in size and rich in content, and you can experience a different flavor every bite.

"Look," said Tongtou, "Can you cook so many ways to cook one shabby? What's more, three dishes and one soup?"

"I have a question." I pondered, "Is the Great Universe Shiba, really delicious?"

"If I make it, it's probably not delicious." The boss lady answered my question, "After all, mixing ingredients of various flavors together to make fillings, who knows what strange flavor will turn into? But, if it's a genius little chef god, that's another matter..."

"There is not much time left." Suddenly, Master Wu said coldly.

"Yes." The boss lady came to her senses, "How well the dishes in Tianfenglou are cooked has nothing to do with our Yunlailou. You asked Tongtou and the others to buy new materials. What do you want to make?"

I looked at the ingredients in the vegetable basket, looked back at the recipes from Tianfenglou, and finally turned my gaze to the crowd outside the venue who was looking forward to it.

"Okay, start making porridge!" I took a deep breath.

"Make porridge?" The proprietress and the others looked at each other.

"It's too late to boil it new, just use the prepared rice to boil it." I said again.

Although the conference compares three dishes and one soup, in order to meet the requirements of some diners, a large bucket of rice was prepared in the stall.

Because the rice bucket has a lid and is placed relatively backward, it is finally not affected by other ingredients.

So I opened the rice bucket and poured the rice inside into a deep pot for making soup.

"I really don't have much experience in making porridge." The boss's wife couldn't help but frown, "I remember my father rarely made porridge back then."

"It's okay, let me do it." I rolled up my sleeves and didn't want anyone to help me. I added water and added fire by myself. I picked up the spoon by myself and stirred in a deep pot.

"Even if this is one dish, there are two dishes and one soup?" Tongtou asked.

"No hurry, wait and do it." I stood in front of the stove and concentrated on stirring the porridge.

The proprietress and the others looked at each other again.

Not long after, there was an uproar. The thick rope that had previously blocked the entrance and exit was removed, and the diners who had been waiting for a long time rushed in.

"It's over, it's over." Tongtou said with a cover of his face.

"Oh, this is too poor to lose!" Chattered and sat down on the bucket with powerlessness.

The boss's wife's eyes were red, and she ran aside to start breaking the mountain bamboo shoots she had just bought.

As for Master Wu...

He directly knocked open a jar of cooking wine with his hand knife and continued to pour it.

On the other side, diners began to flock to the major stalls and try a lot of delicious food.

I noticed everyone's movements, but didn't say anything.

Turn the spoon in your hand and continue stirring!

In this situation, is there any way to turn the tables?

As time goes by, my pot of rice porridge has been prepared, but no diner has come here.

"Master Wu, it's almost done, you cut some shredded radish." I ordered, "Zhi, copper head, wash the beef and put it in a casserole to stew; the proprietress, after breaking the bamboo shoots, chop it into paste."

"What is this for?" Tongtou said in confusion.

"Stop asking, do it." Jaune pushed him.

No one knows what I want to do.

Even myself, I don't have any confidence in my heart.

Can those illusory kitchen products really create miracles?

The sun gradually rises to the top of the head.

The boss and the others were still busy, and during this period, several guests came over to take a look. They saw the inconspicuous pot of white porridge, a large plate of shredded radish soaked in water, and a pile of unknown green vegetable paste. They couldn't help but shake their heads and turn around and leave.

"Go to his uncle!" Tongtou suddenly shook the spoon in his hand, "What's the point of staying here and working hard?"

"Pick up the copper head." The boss lady said in a faint tone.

Looking at the boss's wife's lost eyes, the copper head immediately surrendered.

"Don't make trouble at this time." Chattered in the ear of Tongtou, "Even if you are asked to cook a pot of shit, you have to pinch your nose and endure it."

When I said this, I looked at me intentionally or unintentionally.

Of course I heard it very clearly.

What else can I do? I'm helpless.

Time continued to pass, and when the shadow began to tilt to the east, the food from the major stalls was already eaten.

Looking at the diners, they all stroked their round belly with satisfaction.

Usually at this time, the ranking of the food conference will be decided.

What is the decision?

It's like this:

When a diner ordered the food from a certain stall and ate it all, it defaulted to vote for the stall.

If you order it but don't eat it all, the vote will be invalid.

In other words, effective voting is an empty dish with three dishes and one soup; while invalid voting is a dish with more food leftovers - both have special areas to store.

When the food conference ended, a special person came to calculate the number of two dishes to arrange the rankings of this competition.

Then vote at the judges of the conference.

One vote for judges is equivalent to ten votes for ordinary diners. The essence of the matter is to distinguish the level of two stalls with similar votes.

Is it finally time to win?

So……

It's time!

I threw the wooden spoon in my hand and walked towards the crowd.
Chapter completed!