The old beggar swallowed hard and stared at the can of thick soup in the drunken jar in Haitang with shining eyes.
"Master, why are you like this?"
Mei Yizhu stared at the old beggar for a long time before he recognized that this was his master who had traveled around the world for many years - Du Jiugong.
"Yi'er, why are you here? I think you will never leave Xiangxue Plum Forest in this lifetime?"
Seeing his apprentice whom he hadn't seen for many years, Du Jiugong's bright eyes revealed a hint of joy and surprise.
"Last year, my disciple heard that there was a flood in Yu'an City of Dongqi State, and hungry people were everywhere, so I came to Dongqi State." The corners of Mei Yizhu's lips outlined a smile as elegant as bamboo, and her clear black pupils contained a faint smile.
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"Yes, I am very happy that you can care about the world. I will talk about it later. Let me have a taste of this soup first to satisfy my craving."
Du Jiugong patted Mei Yizhu on the shoulder, and after a few words of praise, his eyes stayed on the wine jar, swallowed hard, pushed through the crowd and walked quickly towards the second area.
Feng Qingzhuang stood beside the wine jar. When she heard Mei Yizhu's "Master", she was completely confused. She never expected that a strange person who could teach Mei Yizhu, a disciple as elegant as bamboo, could actually look like a
old beggar
"Girl, what's the name of this soup of yours?" Du Jiugong stared straight at the wine jar, the overflowing aroma constantly wafting from his nose, but it was Feng Qingzhuang who asked
"Buddha jumped over the wall when he heard that Qi Zen jumped over the wall. The name of this soup is called 'Buddha jumped over the wall.'" Feng Qingzhuang's calm voice mixed with the aroma wafted out.
"Buddha jumped over the wall, what a good name, old man, I will pay you back as soon as possible"
After saying this, Du Jiugong picked up the big iron spoon next to the wine jar and prepared to serve a bowl of soup to drink. However, Feng Qingzhuang, with quick eyes and quick hands, stretched out her finger. Du Jiugong kept holding the iron spoon and could not move.
"I'm sorry, we are in a competition now. After all the judges have paid their dues, if there is any leftover soup, I will give you a bowl."
Feng Qingzhuang has not forgotten that Feng Yu's boiled cabbage dish defeated Wu Jingyu's set of four treasures. Whether Guan Jian can win now depends on her 'Buddha Jumps over the Wall'
"Yi'er, hurry up and unlock the acupoints for me."
Du Jiugong stood beside the wine jar, smelling the aroma of meat. He could smell it but not taste it. For a man who loved food as much as his life, it was ten times and a hundred times more uncomfortable than having a knife on his neck.
Open your mouth to ask for help from your apprentice
"Mei Yizhu, if you dare to open his acupuncture points, we won't even be friends from now on." Feng Qingzhuang's deep cold eyes stared at Mei Yizhu, and her cold voice was full of threats.
"Master, I'm sorry. It's not that my disciple refuses to help you, but that the order of the goddess cannot be violated."
Mei Yi Zhu pretended to be extremely helpless, which made Du Jiugong blow his beard and stare with anger, but he was helpless and couldn't move.
"Girl, what kind of delusion did I pour into this good disciple, so that he dares to disobey his master's orders?" Du Jiugong had nowhere to vent the anger in his heart.
"Isn't this just a mist soup? Otherwise, how could I have lured you out?"
Feng Qingzhuang smiled brightly, snatched the iron spoon from Du Jiugong's hand, scooped up a spoonful of thick soup and shook it from Du Jiugong's nose. Du Jiugong stood there and smashed his mouth. She really wanted to drink it.
I saw Feng Qingzhuang pouring the thick soup from the iron spoon into white porcelain bowls and giving a few instructions to the imperial chef beside her.
The imperial chef nodded, put the soup bowl into the tray, and brought it to the judges. Of course, he also did not forget to give a bowl to Feng Yu, Shangguan Xuanqing and Wu Jingyu.
After everyone drank the soup, they were full of praise
"What a great soup. It tastes rich and meaty, yet meaty but not greasy. It's really wonderful and has endless flavor. This soup can definitely be called the best among all soups," one person praised.
"Feng Yu, what do you think?" Feng Qingzhuang looked at Feng Yu with bright eyes and asked.
"This soup should only be found in heaven. It's rare to taste it in the human world. I'll lose." Feng Yu looked coldly and praised him sincerely.
After saying this, he turned around and left the Sihai Yipin lobby with a puff of his sleeves. As he left, Di Yunxi also left and chased after him.
"Girl, since the judges have already tasted it, please quickly untie my acupuncture points and let me have a taste as well." Du Jiugong stood on the spot and swallowed hard, extremely anxious.
"What's the rush? I'll take care of you later."
Feng Qingzhuang smiled lightly, but there was a hint of evil in that smile.
In order to lure the greedy old man in front of her out, she had tried so hard and spent two days in the imperial dining room. How could she let him taste the soup she made so easily?
Feng Qingzhuang's lips were slightly raised, a bright smile overflowed, and a voice mixed with inner strength was sent out, so that everyone present could hear it.
"Today Sihai Yipin held this cooking god competition, and I was lucky enough to win. In order to thank everyone for attending, this altar of Buddha jumped over the wall, and everyone present had a share."
"Thank you Princess Tianfeng"
As soon as these words were spoken, the area immediately became excited, and everyone's face was filled with joy.
"Yi'er, hurry up and scoop a bowl of soup for me. Otherwise, after they drink it, I won't even be able to drink the soup." Du Jiufen was so anxious that he quickly ordered Mei Yizhu beside him.
After hearing this, Mei Yizhu had no choice but to give up when Feng Qingzhuang glanced at her with a sharp look. His soft eyes were like the breeze and the bright moon, and his refreshing voice comforted Du Jiugong.
"Master, don't worry, the Goddess always tells the truth. Since she said she has your share, she will definitely leave a bowl of soup for you."
"It's unfortunate that the teacher is a teacher. How can one teach a useless disciple like you to obey a woman's words?" Du Jiugong sighed, feeling very angry in his heart, but he couldn't move. He felt quite resentful.
Gangdi training
Watching Feng Qingzhuang holding an iron spoon in her hand, scooping out bowls of delicious soup, and then passing it through the hands of the imperial chef to everyone's hands, Du Gongjiu was so anxious that he couldn't help but feel the glutton in his stomach.
Protest without stopping
"Sister Feng, leave a bowl for me too."
Qian Slam, who has always liked to join in the fun, originally wanted to stay away, but he also wanted to watch the competition. After all, it was his part of the effort, so he kept sitting in a private room on the second floor of the restaurant opposite Sihai Yipin, drinking tea. He could just watch it from the window.
The progress of the competition in the Sihai Yipin lobby
When the fragrance of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall wafted out, he couldn't help but run over.
"Man Guan, you are here and quickly unlock the acupuncture points for me." Seeing Qian Man Guan, Du Jiugong said quickly as if he was seeing a savior.
"Little old man, wait until I finish drinking the soup and then I will untie your acupuncture points."