Everyone didn't know what to say when they heard Kong Baimo's words.

From a theoretical point of view, Kong Baimo's words make sense, and from the perspective of the restaurant's interests.

Serving the best dishes is the way to go at all times.

It's just... I always feel like something is wrong.

After a few seconds, Su Zifang chose to give up understanding. Everyone has their own insistence on this kind of thing.

If you want to quarrel over this matter.

That would be inappropriate. After all, this is a forum for young chefs, not a forum for the catering industry.

For a chef, there can be many ideas, but each idea is based on his or her own inner purpose of making good food.

And just now, the conflicts between Kong Baimo and himself described by Kong Baimo should be in two directions.

This kind of content cannot be explained clearly by outsiders.

Simply don't care.

Ren Jiahua didn't say much after hearing this. He just nodded and said with some memories: "Your uncle is also very good at cooking this dish. You can go to him for advice when you have time."

Everyone didn't quite understand what this meant.

The other judges looked at Kong Baimo thoughtfully and nodded in the same way.

Kong Baimo obviously did not expect that Ren Jiahua would not talk about the dishes themselves, but instead asked such a question and gave such an answer.

However, he still seriously agreed: "I will!"

"Then there's nothing to say, let's go to the next one."

Ren Jiahua spoke directly, and Kong Baimo left calmly.

The chefs in the audience, who were still waiting to eat, were left in a daze.

"Is this the end?"

Thinking about it, I started to miss Xue Yi again!

It’s better to be my own master. When eating melons, I just split the melons and dig them in with a spoon. I can eat them to the fullest every time!

No matter how bad it is, it is still like Kong Yan. Although there are pieces here and there, the quantity is huge and there are new melons every day.

Su Zifang decided to go back to Kong Yan to find out. This feeling of eating half of the melon without finishing it and not being able to finish it was simply uncomfortable!

At this time, Fang Xiaojiang also started serving food.

Unlike other chefs' dishes, Fang Xiaojiang's dishes are prepared individually.

One case per person!

Several purple-red casseroles were brought up and placed in front of the judges.

When the topic was announced, Su Zifang paid a little extra attention to these casseroles.

"Medicine, meal, porridge!"

This question is easy to understand, but for Su Zifang, who has made medicinal diets, he feels that this question is the most difficult.

After all, medicated diet itself is different from person to person, and it is impossible to have a medicated diet that is suitable for everyone.

And in the current environment, it is impossible to investigate everyone's situation.

Therefore, chefs must make medicinal meals based on their own experience and judgment to avoid problems.

In this step, even a very experienced master chef may make mistakes. It will only be more difficult for an Anhui cuisine chef who has almost no experience in medicinal cuisine.

But as the lid of the casserole was opened, Su Zifang felt relieved.

Fang Xiaojiang's medicinal porridge actually received an A-level evaluation, which is really a surprising score.

The judges were obviously a little surprised as they looked at Fang Xiaojiang and spoke softly.

"Tell me, how did you come up with the idea of ​​cooking like this?"

“There are no medicinal dishes in Anhui cuisine.”

"I think this dish seems to be a combination of ham and turtle stew, right?"

"That's right!"

Fang Xiaojiang replied with a simple smile.

"The first thing I thought of when I got the question was this dish. The main reason is that soft-shelled turtles can be used as medicine, and the whole body is full of medicinal materials. With slight changes, it can be used as a medicinal diet."

"Porridge itself is suitable for nourishing, so I chose millet porridge, which will be more gentle and gentle."

"Because there were seafood and fish-related dishes just now, this porridge is specially prepared with ginseng slices, Ganoderma lucidum, and Poria cocos, and is seasoned with chicken soup and ham to achieve both nourishment and taste."

"The final result is what it looks like now."

Several judges drank their porridge and nodded with satisfaction.

But Ke Pengyi suddenly asked for the first time: "I just saw that you were very proficient in the first half of cooking, but you were more hesitant in the later part. What's the reason for this?"

After hearing this, everyone suddenly looked at Ke Pengyi and secretly gasped. Such details can be found.

My mouth and eyes are all used to criticize, no wonder I am a food critic!

Fang Xiaojiang didn't expect Ke Pengyi to ask this question, so he was silent for a while.

"Actually, I studied these before when I was making medicine. At that time, I wanted to make a medicinal diet for my grandma."

"But at that time, we didn't have the cooking skills we have now, so the food was always not delicious."

"I was embarrassed to give it to her, so I put it away secretly, planning to throw it away when I left."

"Not long after I left the house, I suddenly remembered that I had left something behind, so I went back."

"At once……"

"I saw grandma...she was eating the medicinal diet that I put in the refrigerator without success..."

After Fang Xiaojiang finished speaking, he suddenly choked up.

"When I was halfway through cooking, I suddenly thought of her and felt a little sad."

"She always thought I was the best chef, but she never got to taste the most delicious dishes I cooked."

Su Zifang's eyes suddenly felt a little moist.

This damn squinty-eyed Hui...he misses his grandma too!

Su Zifang spent his childhood on his grandma's back.

Happiness means "Grandma, hurry up, let's go eat candied haws!"

Sadness is "Grandma...wow...the candied haws fell to the ground...wow...gone!"

More often it is "Grandma, I'm sleepy..."

Now that I think about it, my grandma's thin body carried him, a young and sleepy boy, in the streets and alleys looking for candied haws.

I also had to wipe his nose, saliva and eye mucus.

Although they all used the same handkerchief, Su Zifang could not recall the appearance of that handkerchief now.

It seems to be light blue with white plaid and a small red flower embroidered on it.

His name is embroidered on the edge, Su Zifang.

Grandma is illiterate, so she embroidered these three characters based on the characters cut out from the newspaper.

The seams were removed, and the seams were removed, and what finally emerged was printed fonts that were even more standard than printed fonts.

It seems that I said a lot of things when I was a child, but now I can't remember them.

It's just that my nose always gets sore when I think about it.

He wiped his eyes calmly.

Su Zifang suddenly understood Fang Xiaojiang's emotions very well.

"Grandma...I miss you too!"

Looking at other people, it seems that they all lowered their heads or turned in other directions to prevent others from seeing their expressions.

On the stage, the judges finished their porridge and were silent.

Ren Jiahua waited until the emotions of the contestants in the audience calmed down before speaking softly.

"Well, the mood is very good, and I can feel it in the porridge."

"However, it is not recommended to incorporate this kind of emotion into this dish. After all, diners who need medicinal food need some other emotions."

“If possible, it might be better to try simple turtle stewed with ham!”

"Thanks!"

Fang Xiaojiang also regained his emotions and nodded slowly.

Finally, only the last chef was left.
Chapter completed!