"Please taste it with all the judges!" Jiang Yang said.

The moment Peng Lan uncovered the lid of the pot in Jiangyang, her anxiety became stronger and stronger. The only thing that comforted her was that the umami flavor in the aroma of the soup was not as good as her pickled fresh mandarin fish feet.

In fact, it’s not necessary for Jiang Yang to say that several judges have started to taste it. Each of them holds a small bowl and drinks it carefully.

For a moment, the scene was very quiet, with only the sound of drinking the soup carefully.

After a bowl of soup was finished, everyone closed their eyes and enjoyed it. These judges were all dishes that gourmets could enjoy, and most chefs couldn't cook them. From yesterday to today, no dish could make them like this.

There are reasons for cooking, and there are reasons why some chefs don’t do their best.

After seeing other judges, you enjoyed it so much, is it that it tastes so delicious?

Few people can resist food. Not to mention those who deal with food all year round, they are powerless to have real food.

The judges stood up one by one and came over to make soup with a small bowl. Only some judges who felt embarrassed and inappropriate, sat in their seats and did not get up.

There are actually not a small pot of soup cooked by Jiangyang, and at least a few judges should be able to finish drinking.

Jiang Yang calculated this because the judges were constantly tasting the dishes and their stomachs were not very empty. They could not have drunk too much, as it would be unfair.

But there were dozens of judges present, and even if some didn't come, there were still twenty or thirty, one bowl per person, and this pot of soup was not enough to divide it.

First come first served, grab it, and I returned to my seat to drink the soup with satisfaction, and I regretted not to grab it.

For a moment, the jury was filled with the sound of drinking soup.

Now, the chefs who are waiting for the review are unhappy. They all go to drink soup, who will judge them?

For a moment, Jiang Yang was surrounded by several resentful gazes. Jiang Yang was also a little embarrassed. This was not something I could decide! If they wanted to drink soup, I couldn’t let others drink it, right?

Jiang Yang had a tense face, and looked like I could not feel anything.

The incident happened very shortly, and they were all well-known characters, and they could not be as noisy as when buying vegetables in the vegetable market. Moreover, it was not easy to be too polite to watch.

So, when Jiang Yang and Peng Lan did not notice the reviewers.

until……

"I didn't taste it clearly, I have to have another bowl." A judge opened his eyes with unsatisfactory intentions.

When he was holding the bowl and was about to drink another bowl, he was shocked to find that the pot... was empty! Yes, it was not left at all, it was all gone!

He was stunned for a moment. Why did such a big pot of soup disappear?

When I saw that many judges were holding bowls and closing their eyes, as if they were savoring something. The judge suddenly understood.

These people... are so shameless. How can they eat the dishes they reviewed?

Then he was helpless again, and the soup was gone. Could it be that they would vomit?

In any case, he couldn't blame anything under the camera, so he could only swallow this breath silently. You... I, Mr. Yuan, remember it!

Back to the point, although the soup is gone, the ones that should be reviewed still need to be reviewed. You can’t just stop reviewing just because the soup is gone, right?

When the judges came to their senses, they found that the judges on Jiang Yang looked at them with resentment.

All these judges' expressions remain unchanged. Can the review be called stealing?

"What kind of soup is this? Why is it so delicious?" asked a judge.

Some people guessed something during other reviews, but they just didn't dare to confirm it.

Among these people, only Lin Yong knew. He was also one of the people who drank the soup. He looked at Jiang Yang and his eyes became more and more satisfied. Jiang Yang did not waste his original intention! Lin Yong thought with satisfaction.

"This is a mushroom soup, which is cooked with only six different mushrooms, and only a little thin salt is added to season." Jiang Yang said.

"Six different fungi soups? Could it be..." one judge said in surprise. But he didn't say it, and the other judges understood something.

"The soup is extremely delicious and rich in taste, so it's hard to imagine that it's just a dish cooked by fungi," said a judge.

This bowl of soup really surprised them.

"How to say this bowl of soup, the taste seems to be very single, but not single. The various flavors of fungi are integrated into each other, as if there are millions of flavors bursting in the mouth. I can taste that there are no extra seasonings in this bowl of soup except salt. But I can't imagine that just a few fungi can cook such a rich soup." A judge of a food critic said.

"From the umami taste alone, this dish is not as good as pickled fresh mandarin fish. But in terms of taste enjoyment, this soup is even better than pickled fresh mandarin fish."

Peng Lan's heart became heavier as she listened.

"I also think this dish is better than pickled fresh mandarin fish. I don't know what the dish is called?" asked a judge.

Jiang Yang pondered: "Mutual Soup."

At this moment, he understood Master Cai Yong more and more. Mushroom soup is a mushroom soup. It may be called Cai's mushroom soup, but it is still a mushroom soup! Jiang Yang did not dare to name this dish because even Master Cai Yong did not name it. Jiang Yang could only cook six kinds of mushroom soup. What name would he have?

Perhaps, Master Cai Yong also felt that his cooking was not perfect enough and he was not qualified to name a name.

This is a dish with endless possibilities. As long as the cooking skills are high enough, this dish can be continuously improved.

In the past, Jiang Yang didn't understand the preciousness of this dish, but now he finally knows the value of this dish. Just like the slashing knife that Mr. Xu taught him, it cannot be measured by money.

As smart as Jiang Yang, how could he not know that Lin Yong is in it?

"That's it." The judge nodded, and the mushroom soup seemed to be good.

"So do you have any different opinions?" asked a judge.

Everyone shook their heads.

"Wait, I have an objection!" Peng Lan spoke.

The judge looked at Peng Lan, wanting to hear what this little girl has to say.

"Dear judges, I think the topic of this competition is fresh, and my dish pickled fresh mandarin fish has a better flavor than Chef Jiang's mushroom soup, but why is my dish not as good as his?" Peng Lan asked.

This is both a question and an opinion.

"Chef Peng Lan, you said it well. Your dish is pickled fresh mandarin fish with better flavor, but the overall taste of your dish is not as good as that of the mushroom soup." said a judge of a chef master.

"I don't understand. From the topic, since my dishes are more delicious, I should win." Peng Lan said.

"Chef Peng Lan, what do you think is the ultimate goal of a chef?" another judge suddenly asked.

"Purpose...the purpose is to cook delicious food!" Peng Lan said.

The judge shook his head: "The purpose of the chef's cooking is ultimately something that diners can enjoy."

One sentence made Peng Lan feel enlightened.

"So, even if your dish tastes better, the overall taste is not as good as mushroom soup. This is why the dish cooked is not as good as mushroom soup." A judge said.

Peng Lan nodded, and she had no objection to the result. She seemed to have always been wrong. Sometimes the food depends not only on the chef, but also on the diners. If the diners do not agree, the dishes cannot be considered delicious.

"I have no objection." Peng Lan said.

Although it was a bit difficult to accept, she was not a mess. In fact, when Jiangyang's soup was smelled, Peng Lan knew in her heart that she had lost! But she didn't want to admit it, comforted herself over and over again, and convinced herself over and over again.

After saying that, Peng Lan turned her head and looked at Jiang Yang with a smile and said, "Congratulations."

Jiang Yang smiled and said nothing.

"So, we announce that the winner is the dish cooked by chef Jiangyang - mushroom soup!" said a judge.

"Congratulations to Chef Jiang Yang."

Jiang Yang nodded with a smile.

Peng Lan blinked and said, "You have to come on! I will lose so much, it's not ugly."

"It was just my luck to win. Your pickled fresh mandarin fish is really great." Jiang Yang said.

Peng Lan smiled, and there was no sign of the frustration of failure on her face.
Chapter completed!