"...If this little beggar really beat Miao Shengsong, it means my eyes are blind. I will sell Hanxiangyuan in the future and will never open a hotel again!" Fan Hong said with a sneer. ∽↗

Although these words were in a mocking tone, he did think so in his heart: Su Laosan brought An Xiaoxiao to him and hoped that he would take in the little beggar. At that time, he drove the person away directly. But if An Xiaoxiao actually beats the seven-star chef Miao Shengsong now, wouldn't he be blinded?

Qin Yiyue lost in Miao Shengsong's hands, but An Xiaoxiao won. Haha, the value of this little girl is obviously many times higher than that of Qin Yiyue, but he drove away the little girl who was originally going to follow him without thinking. If this is true, how could Fan Hong still have the face to continue opening a hotel...

When Su Laosan, who was standing on the side, heard Fan Hong's words, he immediately laughed: "Mr. Fan, our girl is definitely not talking about cooking skills. If she really beats this Master Miao, don't regret what you said just now."

"Repent?" Fan Hong leaned to the side with disgust. These beggars knew that An Xiaoxiao was going to participate in the competition, so they immediately went to Manhan Tower to watch the game. The people in Manhan Tower did not mind that they came in. Now that Fan Hong stood with these beggars, he couldn't say anything depressed, thinking that the Manhan Tower was really low... He looked at Su Laosan with some disgust and said with a sneer: "Will I go back on my word? A little beggar actually intends to win a seven-star chef? Are you dreaming? Hey, a beggar is a beggar, and you can't even understand such a simple thing."

"Mr. Fan." Su Laosan smiled on his face, but his eyes were particularly cold. "It is true that we are beggars, but beggars also have the dignity of beggars. So I hope you will put your mouth clean when you speak and provoke the beggar. You will not have good fruits to eat."

"You threaten me..." Fan Hong was angry. He was already entangled by beggars such as Su Lao San in the past two days, and was extremely worried. He was about to curse immediately. But when he noticed Su Lao San's cold eyes, Fan Hong was suddenly shocked, but he couldn't say anything. He had to snort gently and shift his gaze to the kitchen.

At this moment, Miao Shengsong’s dry stir-frying three fresh fresh foods and the hot pot from An Xiaoxiao have all been completed.

The dried stir-fried three-fry rice cooked in Miao Shengsong is just a dish, decorated with some celery and shredded green onion, which is good for all the colors and flavors.

However, the dishes presented on Manhan Tower are particularly strange: first, a cooker is brought up, with a pot of rolling soup on it, and stacks of vegetables, beef and mutton slices, etc., and even a few small bowls of dipping sauce.

"What is Manhan Tower doing? What kind of dish is this!" Gao Yuesheng has been watching coldly since An Xiaoxiaoqin Yiyue and Han Yuyan started to arrange the program. At this moment, he finally couldn't help but sarcastic. "This is not a dish at all. I'm afraid he doesn't even have the qualification to compete with Brother Miao, right? The three judges, what do you think?"

"Why..." The three judges were all embarrassed, and ordinary dishes were naturally placed on plates. Some of the more troublesome ones were just dishes with more dipping sauce.

However... the Manhan Tower directly moved out the induction cooker and cooker, which is indeed a bit different from the general concept of "dish".

After talking in a low voice, the three gourmets made a judgment: "Although this is different from ordinary dishes, there are many kinds of foods. Some special usage methods are understandable. We still maintain our expectations for this hot pot in Manhanlou."

"Okay." Gao Yuesheng stopped keeping the trouble, but said with a little coldness, "Then it depends on how this hot pot in Manhanlou tastes. Three judges, please start to taste these dishes now."

"The hot pot in Manhanlou looks quite troublesome, so let's taste Master Miao's fried three fresh dishes first." Mr. Wang, one of the three judges, spoke.

At Shenghuayuan, someone immediately brought the plate of stir-fried three freshly prepared to the three judges.

The three gourmets have known this delicious dish of stir-fried three fresh food for a long time, but they rarely have the chance to eat it. After all, even if they go to Shenghuayuan for dinner, there are very few opportunities to invite Miao Shengsong to take charge of the chef himself.

At this moment, the three of them couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick of dishes and put them into their mouths, and then savored them carefully.

"Although potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers are all very ordinary ingredients, they have the reputation of the three fresh foods in China. The combination of the three kinds of foods complements each other. This dish stir-fry three fresh foods first and then stir-fry them together. This method is wonderful. The ingredients after stir-frying are more delicious than the past, and the taste is self-evident."

"The three-fried dried fried rice is indeed well-deserved. This is the first time I have eaten this dish. It is just this dish that makes me feel that the trip is worth it."

"It's the third time I've eaten Master Miao's dry-fried three-fry. It tastes delicious, but..."

Gao Yuesheng listened to the judges' low voices, his face full of pride, but when he heard this one, he was stunned and asked hurriedly: "But what?"

"The recipe for stir-frying three fresh foods is simple. The rare thing is to master the heat. Potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers must be stir-fried just right, and they can only be complementary when stir-frying. However... in this dish, the potatoes seem to be too cooked, and the taste is slightly worse than before, with a slight flaw."

The gourmet Mr. Zhang said seriously.

If you can serve as a judge of this level of competition, you needless to say the experience of the gourmets, and you can taste the subtle differences.

When Gao Yuesheng heard Mr. Zhang’s comment, he looked unhappy and hurried to see Miao Shengsong.

Miao Shengsong had a slightly annoyed and helpless face, obviously agreeing with Mr. Zhang's evaluation. As a seven-star chef, he rarely made such mistakes, but when he learned that his opponent was just a girl of fourteen or fifteen, he couldn't help but feel a little restless, but just now he performed a little abnormally.

Gao Yuesheng was a little nervous, but then he gave up his concerns. Even so, this dish could still crush the works of an ordinary six-star chef. Why should he worry too much?

He smiled and continued, "Brother Miao has already cooked a dish just now, and he is incapable of helping him. Three judges, please come and try the hot pot made in Manhanlou again."

With Gao Yuesheng's words, everyone's eyes looked at An Xiaoxiao Han Yuyan and Qin Yiyue who were waiting next to him.

The chef of Shenghuayuan brought Miao Shengsong's dry-fried three-fry fresh rice, while the waiter Pan Qingguo and Su Xin of Manhan Building helped to bring the things used in the hot pot to the table one by one. Various fresh ingredients, induction cookers, etc. immediately filled the entire table.

Miao Shengsong's dry stir-fried three fresh foods were flawed. Although he admitted his mistake, now seeing the hot pot, his face still showed a little unhappiness, and he said coldly: "Hmph, what kind of dish is this?"

This was a question that Gao Yuesheng had asked before, but it was refuted by three gourmets, but Miao Shengsong couldn't help but raise this matter again.

But this time, Mr. Han spoke leisurely: "When I heard the name hot pot just now, I didn't react, but now I vaguely thought of this thing... This hot pot is a very popular way to eat delicacies before meat is poisonous."

When Han Yuyan heard Mr. Han say this, he immediately became happy: "Grandpa, have you ever heard of hot pot?"

"That's right." Old Han nodded with joy, "The name hot pot was also said by that boy Ye Chui? I remember eating this kind of thing when I was a child, and there seemed to be many hot pot restaurants in the streets and alleys at that time. This is a way of food that has been passed down in China for many years."

Meat is toxic for 80 years, and Mr. Han is 97 years old this year. He was already in his teens before the vegetarian exercise, so he remembers many things at that time, which are living fossils related to food. When he heard him say this, the three foodies immediately became very interested.

Fan Hong, who was standing outside the kitchen, was immediately unhappy when he heard Mr. Han's words and couldn't help but say, "I heard that this hot pot is the way for beggars to eat during dinner. Why did it become a way of food that has been passed down in China for many years?"

Old Han was originally smiling on his face, but when he heard Fan Hong's words, he was furious and looked at the door: "Little bastard, are you saying that I deliberately gilded Manhanlou?"

When Mr. Han introduced the hot pot, Miao Shengsong and Gao Yuesheng were a little unhappy, but they didn't say anything. After all, Mr. Han's identity was there. Even if Miao Shengsong and Mr. Han had a tense relationship, they would not dare to refute rashly. As a result, Fan Hong couldn't help but interject. Miao Shengsong and Gao Yuesheng both looked happy and were quite grateful to Fan Hong.

Everyone at the door moved away, revealing Fan Hong's appearance.

Fan Hong wanted to slap himself in the face, why did he say it directly just now... But now that things have come to this point, he could only continue to speak with a tough bullet. He said in a deep voice: "Old Han, you said that hot pot is the inherited food culture of China. So what evidence can you provide? We can't believe it just by relying on your side."

"You want me to come up with evidence?" Old Han looked angry and was about to tell Fan Hong what evidence to ask for. My words were evidence. However, at this moment, a sound of panting suddenly came over-

"Green Ants New Wine, Red Mud Small Fireworks. When you come late, you will be able to drink a cup without a drink? This is Bai Juyi's "Ask Liu Shijiu" by the Tang Dynasty. The red mud Small Fireworks are hot pots. Boss Fan wants evidence. Does this count?"

Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came. In the lobby of Manhan Building, Ye Chui, who was covered in sweat, was walking in. While walking over, he looked at Fan Hong and continued:

"In addition, there is a description in the famous novel "Lao Can's Travels": when served, it is a bowl of fish, a bowl of mutton, two bowls of vegetarian dishes, four plates, a hot pot, and two pots of wine. In addition, there are many descriptions of hot pot in "Dream of the Red Chamber" - if Boss Fan doesn't believe it, you can find Lao Can's Travels to check it out." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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