Nongmen Xiaofunu’s food guide

When the last competition on Song Yue's side started, the three of them were quite relaxed.

Deng Rongrong and the big man were very friendly and stood on the stage together. Today's competition would involve the three of them competing in front of everyone.

I saw three temporary stoves on the table, and a small long table on each side.

There is a large long table on the far right that is filled with ingredients. The yamen servant brought a bamboo tube to draw lots, with ingredients drawn on it. Everyone had to use whatever ingredients they drew.

In addition, each person can only bring three kinds of seasonings, and the others must be used on site.

Song Yue vaguely felt that this yamen was quite good at playing games. It was similar to her modern competition. It was not certain whether she could get the ingredients or other things she wanted. She was finally here. Be interested.

After hearing the rules, the three of them started to draw lots. They took turns and the yamen servant reported the ingredients. Naturally, there were other yamen servants nearby to help bring their respective dishes to their seats.

Qin Duruo resisted looking at Song Yue, like an emotionless reporting robot, "One winter melon! Two loofahs, ten eggs..."

He would take it and read out whoever drew which lot. The yamen servants behind him were busy, but everyone could see it, so no mistakes could be made.

An Jin came here specially to support him today. This was his master's last competition, and even Ding Xiang was extremely nervous.

"The ingredients are so messy and complicated, it's really hard to compare. It's too difficult!"

Ding Xiang sighed nervously and couldn't help but mutter beside her. An Jin even became nervous when she said, "Master is so powerful, it must be fine!"

The buns suddenly appeared on the side, and she nervously grasped the handkerchief and said in a tense voice: "My master has been practicing hard for a long time. He has made everything that can fly in the sky, run on the ground, crawl through the woods, and use all kinds of ingredients." But I didn’t expect there would be anyone I didn’t recognize. Where did you find the weird spices on the stage?! What if I smoke something that smells bad?”

Ding Xiang and An Jin both became more nervous after what she said, and repeatedly told her to shut up. Deng Rongrong's personal maid Baozi also reacted and hurriedly yelled.

Relatives or servants of those participating in the competition were nervous, while other diners felt that such a competition was fresh and tested one's cooking skills.

Everyone was happily discussing it.

"This is a great show! You can also see with your own eyes how they do it, so you won't have to worry about them cheating!"

"I wanted to see how Miss Song cooks early in the morning, and I finally get to see her today!"

"No! It's really exciting today. Two beautiful girls are cooking! How can they be so beautiful? Especially that girl Song! She's so pretty!"

"There are a lot more ingredients than at the beginning. I'm afraid I'll have a headache if I use all of them!"

The diners were gossiping excitedly, and the three people competing were gradually getting numb.

Deng Rongrong has never been able to smoke any hard vegetables. Currently, she only has one strip of pork belly and only two kinds of vegetables. The rest are all seasonings.

The rough man on the other side was also sweating coldly. He was eating all the hard vegetables, sheep heads, lamb legs, snakes, and geese, but there was no spice. This was really interesting.

Song Yue was pretty good, and she chose chicken, ribs, ten eggs, a few vegetables, a few spices, and finally asked her to win a large piece of beef.

The diners all laughed, sighed, and watched the excitement.

"What did the Yamen think this time? This is so unfair. What you want is missing. How can you make something delicious this time?"

"We have competed with many delicacies in the past few times. The seasonings at that time were enough for them to make delicious food, but this way they can compete to see who is more powerful. If they encounter this situation, what can they do? Only when you come up with delicious food can you be truly convinced!"

"That's exactly what it says!"

"What do you think of these three guys this time? I see that the big man is starting to tremble. He has all the tough dishes. The yamen requires that he must use all the dishes he has drawn. I think he is afraid that all the dishes will be eaten after he has finished cooking." It’s until the second day!”

"Hahahaha, isn't it? I think his legs are weak! The young lady of the Deng family is also miserable. What delicious food can she make with just a piece of pork belly? How can she compare with so many other dishes? I don't see it. Here you go!"

"It's hard to tell Miss Song this time. Look, she actually smoked beef! We rarely eat this stuff here. It's not that the calves born can't do the work. Who can slaughter a cow? That's a punishment from God. Son!"   No matter how poor you are, you will not sell your guard dog, and no matter how rich you are, you will not slaughter your cattle for farming. This is basically what the common people think, especially those who have fields at home. Everyone knows how hard it is for cattle.

This meat is rare, but it may not be delicious, and others won't dare to eat it.

And rare ingredients are rarely cooked, so it really doesn’t necessarily mean they’re good.

Each of the three has his own predicament.

But for Song Yue, she was really calm. She was a little surprised when she got the cow. After all, there is really very little beef here in the market.

Basically out of circulation.

So she also asked what kind of cow meat was this? The quality doesn't look bad, right?

Qin Duruo was also stunned by her question, and then answered: "I bought it at the morning market in the west of the city. The calf's legs were broken from the hillside..."

That means I can't do any work.

Naturally, farmers can only sell them as soon as possible. Such cattle are basically useless.

No one wants it.

The family can't afford it either.

Just kill the meat seller.

The Yamen happened to be collecting ingredients for the competition. I saw them and thought they were rare, so I bought them.

Song Yue nodded, then this meat means that it is not old, very tender, and easy to cook. However, she also heard some gossips in the audience. Some people did not dare to eat it and she did not expect it. Then she had to make them delicious. Just fine.

Deng Rongrong looked sad, so she took the opportunity to ask, "Brother Qin, is it possible to use all the spices? Can't we use it?"

Qin Duruo was very strict about this and immediately said seriously: "Yes, the yamen stipulates that all ingredients must be used! This is a rule!"

Deng Rongrong wanted to cry.

It’s okay to have less ingredients, it’s not that it can’t be made, but how can she use it if it’s all seasonings? Can you still eat everything by adding a little flavor? Wouldn't that choke people to death?

She was very worried.

The rough man also sighed again and again, "This yamen boy, I have to use so much meat, how long do I have to do this? Stew it for a day and a night?"

He also grimaced.

I never expected it to happen like this!

Qin Duruo still looked serious, and emphasized uprightly: "As long as you use all the ingredients!"

While Deng Rongrong and the rough man were still frowning, Song Yue had already come to her senses. Qin Duruo didn't dare to say it directly. The Yamen required that all the ingredients should be used, but there was no specified portion? These two fools don't know how to turn around.

Song Yue already wanted to laugh.

The mysterious luck of the three people is really weird. Deng Rongrong kept smoking, it was full of spices, the big man really smoked all the meat!

Song Yue is okay, but there are no other special ingredients except beef.

Deng Rongrong and the big man were almost vomiting blood.