According to the rules of the selection competition, the contestants entered the infield in order to select ingredients according to the order of hand drawing. These ingredients will be placed on the cooking table in the freshest state on the next day.
The contestants below were whispering, and at this moment, the host began to speak again: "Everyone knows that the main purpose of this competition is to trace ancient times, so naturally the noodles must be traceable. There is also a group.
According to the latest rules of the committee, starting from the first game, each team can only send a maximum of two players..."
There was an uproar——
"How can this be? If we want to make a complex dish, how can two people have enough?!" Someone stood up, waving their fists, and said loudly, extremely dissatisfied.
The host still maintained a decent smile and replied leisurely: "In ancient times, there were many cooks who could prepare a banquet for one person."
Looking down at the narrow eyes, Yu Jian couldn't help but smile.
Guan Shanyue, who was sitting on the judges' table, was also very surprised. Could it be that Mr. Chu's conscience discovered it and persuaded the organizer to change the rules?
Shi Jiahua, who was sitting next to him, chuckled and said something with unknown meaning: "Some chefs take themselves too seriously." Guan Shanyue glanced at him in confusion, and saw that the smile on his face did not change.
Then he turned to whisper to Liu Chenggao.
The cameras at the scene were fully powered, and the spotlights flashed constantly, recording everyone's expressions and movements.
When it comes to noodles, Yu Jian has an idea in mind. There are a total of twelve participating teams, and she is number nine, a little behind. She doesn't know if she can still choose her favorite ingredients.
The competition is based on a points system, which is cruel but fair. The three judges on the field each hold 20 points, and the ten judges outside the field each hold five points. Whoever reaches 100 points first will advance to the next round, and so on.
"No. 9, please come in and choose the ingredients." The staff shouted. Yu Jian recovered her thoughts, raised her hand, and stepped into the infield alone.
Seeing these walls of ingredients up close is even more shocking. Yu Jian held the basket and carefully observed it bit by bit. After a while, she found what she wanted.
"Excuse me, please give me a leg up tomorrow, thank you." Yu Jian told the recording staff and felt relieved after seeing that he had recorded everything completely.
The staff member smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely prepare everything according to your requirements." There was also a look in her eyes. It was strange that such a young girl likes to hold a spatula as much as a bunch of old men.
Yu Jian pretended not to know what he was thinking, thanked him again, and then walked out. There were several pairs of contestants waiting anxiously in the passage. When Yu Jian came out, his eyes lit up. There was one who was about the same age as her.
The young apprentice pursed his lips and was about to speak when the master coughed and stopped him. He stretched out his head in dissatisfaction and then retracted in frustration.
The corners of Yu Jian's lips raised. These people were probably looking at her and wanted to get some information from her.
When they reached the fork in the road, they turned around and Yu Jian turned into the passage of the lounge. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he was pulled up from inside. Lin Fengxu raised his eyes and couldn't help but smile: "I just wanted to go find him."
As for you, you came here on your own, our senior brothers and sisters really have a good understanding of each other!"
Before Yu Jian could say anything, Guan Shanyue's loud voice sounded from behind: "Why don't you close the door quickly because you want everyone to know about our relationship?"
Lin Fengxu touched his nose, yes, he still had to be sneaky...
She looked like one to the male disciple, but when she met the pretty Yu Jian, Guan Shanyue looked completely different. Not only did she greet her with greetings, but she even had to serve tea and water herself. I also heard that Yu Jian was really just...
I brought along two good friends who were helpless, and I sighed for a while: "I thought your father would come with you..."
"Uncle Jianping can't do it alone in the restaurant." Yu Jian warmed her hands with a cup of tea. The winter in Shanghai was different from that in the capital, and the damp chill made her bones ache. "Besides... I can do it alone.
"
Guan Shanyue patted her shoulder, and the warmth in his palm swept over Yu Jian's body. His tone was sincere: "Ajian, if, I say if, you can't make it to the end, don't be discouraged. You are still young.
There are still plenty of opportunities.”
Yu Jian took a deep breath, and there was a smile in her lowered eyes. This old man really cared about her. But at this time, it was a bit demotivating before it even started. She pretended to be unhappy and said coldly
Said: "You have so little confidence in me?"
Guan Shanyue was speechless for a moment. He carefully looked at her face and saw only the shadows covered by the little girl's drooped eyelids. His heart skipped a beat, he said something wrong!
He quickly changed his tone and said, "That's not what I meant. What I meant is that if... it's just a possibility, it's not certain..." The more he explained, the more confused he became. Guan Shanyue sighed and turned to Lin Fengxu, who was snickering.
.
Why don't you come and help your master? Guan Shanyue stared and silently condemned.
Lin Fengxu wiped away the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes with laughter, and walked up to talk to him: "Teacher, that's not what I mean. He still thinks highly of you. He, Ah Lao said, Ah Jian is the most knowledgeable among all the chefs, and also
The one with the best cooking skills among the scholars..."
??
Is this a compliment?
The more Yu Jian listened, the more she felt something was wrong. She raised her eyes and looked at the two people singing in harmony calmly.
After a long time, there was a "puff" sound and a smile bloomed.
Only then did Guan Shanyue realize that he was being played around by such a little girl again...
"By the way, Ah Jian, what are you going to do for tomorrow's pasta?" Returning to the topic, Guan Shanyue also calmed down. The topic of the selection competition was agreed upon by the three judges. Although he already knew the content, he also
No favoritism. Just a little curious about what kind of surprises Yu Jian would bring them in the face of such a mundane test question.
"Teacher Guan, have you heard of 'Fufu'?"
Guan Shanyue breathed intently, looking at the little girl's thick eyelashes blinking lightly, and her eyes showed determination. He frowned with a frown, quite disapproving: "If you want to talk about ancient times, '鎎'
Fu' indeed has a long history. But there are very few records about it in ancient books. Are you sure you can make it?"
I don’t know if others can do it, but Yu Jian definitely can.
Fufu was formed very early. It has been recorded in the Northern Wei Dynasty that it was the prototype of noodles. In the Tang Dynasty, people had enough of eating cakes and began to look for fresh ways to eat food. Fufu is an improved version of noodles, commonly known as "noodles".
"Picture Soup". The duck flower soup cake that Yu Jian once made is one of them.
The Tang Dynasty was prosperous, and all the surrounding countries sent envoys to Chang'an. Later, this noodle-like food was introduced to Neon, and after improvement, it became Neon's popular "Ramen".
Yu Jian's thoughts were drawn back to Chang'an City. In the box in the West Market, there was light smoke and the sound of hawking in the early morning. Among them was this "Fufu" stall. The owner sliced the noodles into various shapes and thin strips.
Long strips, leaf-like, square slices, thick slices, thin slices are countless...
What she wants to make is the ordinary but extraordinary food on the table of Chang'an people - five-flavored falcon tufu.