The two children were murmuring and had their own thoughts, but Song Tan laid out the things one by one in a leisurely manner, then took two steps back and said, "Qiao Qiao, come and cut the strawberries."
Yang Zhengxin watched Song Tan open the box and volunteered at this moment: "I'll do it, I'll do it! Actually, you don't have to be so meticulous. I saw that the people in the strawberry exhibition area didn't remove the stems...ah? Really?"
Qiaoqiao already held the small fruit knife in her hand.
Hearing this, the child looked at him in confusion: "The size of our white strawberry needs to be cut. If you don't cut it, it won't be enough to eat."
I only brought four boxes in total. Those teachers must have eaten more than one. It might not be enough if they didn’t cut everything. Qiao Qiao looked worriedly at the large group of people in front of him——
Is it okay if the teacher doesn’t forbid eating?
Yang Zhengxin stopped talking.
The brothers are good brothers, but they are really not generous in doing things. However, my father said that other people's stinginess may not necessarily mean they are stingy by nature, but may be due to their poor family background... Alas, it seems that Qiao Qiao's family is really in trouble!
But since I can pass this preliminary election, it proves that farming is still of a good standard, so why not buy some for the New Year this year...
Just as he was thinking this, a wisp of rich and sweet fragrance that was like strawberry or yellow peach was like a small hand, gently and softly placed on his nose.
Okay, it smells so good!
Yang Zhengxin took two deep breaths subconsciously, and then turned his gaze to Qiao Qiao, with a face full of shock: "Hey, dear! Why are your strawberries so fragrant? The aroma alone is enough to win a prize!"
This is not an exaggeration, but he really feels this way. After all, what kind of strawberries have he not eaten? But there has never been any fruit that can instantly capture all his thoughts with just a wisp of fragrance.
Qiao Qiao became proud. She glanced at Song Tan who was putting away the pile of staple food, and then quickly picked one from the box and handed it to Yang Zhengxin:
“It will taste better!”
Yang Zhengxin stretched out his hands almost piously to hold the big strawberry. The white strawberry and the red seeds had a slight pink luster. He gently pinched the green leaf stem and was reluctant to take it.
The front teeth carefully took a sharp bite...
Then……
Then there is no more.
Why is it so delicious!
Yang Zhengxin was going crazy! He pinched the pitiful strawberry leaves in his hand and walked up to Song Tan:
"Sister, what do you think of the market research I just did?"
Song Tan smiled and deliberately teased him: "Are you doing market research? Didn't you go begging for food?"
"It's for research!" Yang Zhengxin pointed to the steamed buns and pancakes she put in the box, with a very sincere expression: "These are the most delicious of their flours, really!"
"Oh..." Song Tan drawled: "Thank you, Xiao Yang."
Yang Zhengxin almost stamped her feet anxiously!
There was once a super delicious strawberry promised to him, but he didn't cherish it! If God gave him another chance, he would say -
"Sister! Dear sister! Please! I really want to eat this strawberry!"
Now it was Qiaoqiao's turn to become anxious: "That's my sister! I can't share it with you!"
He stopped cutting the fruits and planned to protect Song Tan, but Song Tan pushed him back with a smile: "Cover the cut strawberries with plastic wrap."
The exhibition area closest to them has not participated in the judging yet, so don't affect others' scoring.
Yang Zhengxin was not happy either: "I just said you were my brother and you still agreed - sister, it's a joke!"
Qiao Qiao was stunned when he held the knife. He was either a cousin or a teacher in his family. He had never seen anyone call her sister so humble.
How strange.
Take another look.
Song Tan finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Okay, okay! I know, I will send you a box of strawberries when we get home."
After Qiao Qiao finished cutting the Saga Snow Rabbit, she looked at the red Meiling with a full circle on her head and hesitated: "Should this be cut?"
Song Tan looked at it and said, "Why don't we just cut it? If we cut it any further, it would be too small. It would be outrageous."
The size of the real red Meiling is much smaller than the snow rabbit which can weigh up to 50g. Now it only weighs 20 or 30 grams, but the color is so red that it is black, and it is packed in a special strawberry box, which makes it look particularly special.
Classy.
And his pure strawberry aroma obviously made Yang Zhengxing unable to move.
But Qiaoqiao had already begun to be wary of him. At this moment, the box was closed: "You can't eat this, don't cut this, it won't be enough."
Then he looked at the things on the table and then asked: "Do you want to cut the sweet potatoes? Do you want to break off the leaves of the vegetables? Do you want to cut the peppers?"
Song Tan thought for a while: "Let's cut the sweet potatoes. After they finish the review, we can cook the sweet potatoes and the small bowl of rice again and drink porridge."
After thinking for a while, he then ordered: "Cut the peppers if you need to. Wait for a few heads of garlic, mix them with the vegetable leaves, and roll them into pancakes with steamed buns."
"Okay!" Qiao Qiao geared up: "I'll cut the radish first - can I cut it into shreds now?" I want to fry shredded radish for lunch.
"No." Song Tan quickly stopped: "Peel the radish and cut it in circles. It doesn't taste good when shredded."
The chopped radish was covered with plastic wrap one by one, while Yang Zhengxin was walking around on the edge, stretching his hand again and again to try and eat a piece of radish, but Qiao Qiao wouldn't give it to him.
——This brotherhood betrayed too quickly.
He lamented and finally waited until the judges came to the exhibition area.
…
At this moment, several judges are still commenting on the one in area 8: "That little celery is pretty good, straight, long and thin, with enough water and little fiber, it's pretty good."
"Yes, I remember their seed company. Didn't they take pictures of our No. 3 Golden Potato last year? They are quite confident in highlighting their advantages."
"Celery is good, but its advantages are not obvious. It is best to optimize it in two or three years before looking at it."
"The winter melon they cultivate is also good. It is small but has a lot of yields, which is convenient for storage and trading..."
"It's not convenient to go anywhere, so it's better to cut it into circles and sell it. Once the skin of the winter melon is damaged, it will deteriorate too quickly, and it will inevitably be bumped during long-distance transportation... It's not cost-effective at this price..."
"One by one, I asked you to taste it, but who asked you to sell it?"
"What you're saying is that the top picks you selected two years ago failed to sell at the auction. Who was the one who cursed me in the end?"
"Exactly! Cash crops, cash crops, the economy is still before the crops! If there is no market, what are farmers doing growing them?"
"Okay, okay, don't forget our original intention of setting up this award. Sales can be considered, but it should not be taken into account in your ratings."
"How can a layman talk about sales? Aren't other professional companies better than us?"
As they chatted, the district leaders and staff who were following them outside, as well as the major media, all walked around together.
But after this morning's tossing and tasting of all kinds of raw ingredients, they were all reduced to yellow leaves in a basket.
