A farmer's wife with medical products to get rich in the pastoral

Chapter 182 Dessert (1)
The difference between the two's words was too great, and the crowd of people below all stared with curiosity.

At this time, another man interjected: "It's strange, how come I eat this dish, which is both bitter and sweet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sighed, the three of them had completely different feelings, and it was really extraordinary for them to be able to cook such a wonderful dish.

Xiao Jimo's black eyes stared at the beautiful figure on the stage, seeing the people talking and praising her, he felt a little proud from the bottom of his heart.Such a woman with superb cooking skills and excellent medical skills is his woman!
Mo Xuan looked at Mi Doudou on the stage with warm eyes, and a bone-chilling chill gradually appeared all over his body.This woman is far smarter and more capable than he imagined, I'm afraid she will get in his way in the future...

At this time, Hua Muye had quietly moved to a pillar. He leaned against the pillar and rubbed up and down in a posture like a belly dance, which looked very interesting.Fortunately, at this time, the attention of the people was all caught by the tiramisu on the stage, and not many people noticed his weird movements.

Nan Fengjin clenched her fists, trying to suppress the throbbing in her heart.Here it is again, this woman is always so radiant, so good that people can't take their eyes off her.Nan Fengjin's handsome eyes followed the beautiful figure on the stage that made him restless, and suddenly gritted his teeth and turned his face away.His pretty face was even distorted by the pain, damn it, that woman killed Ling'er, and I have nothing to do with her, how could I be fooled by her again!

There was a lot of noise underneath, and the noise was getting louder and louder. Yuan Meng sipped the mellow tiramisu in front of him, with a kind smile on his face.Then his slightly old but very thick voice once again silenced the noisy people below.

I saw Yuanmeng stood up with a smile, and his deep voice resounded in the crowd: "I have kept you waiting for a long time. This culinary competition really has a lot of talents. It is really my luck for Xiao Xia. Next, please write down the results of the competition. .”

Hearing this, Mi Doudou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly moved his sore wrist.There was no electric egg beater in ancient times, although a manual one was made in advance, and the egg whites can be beaten into a solid shape by hand, which is really hard work.When I go back, I have to get a few needles on myself, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to use this hand in a few days.

There was a lot of writing on the stage, and the audience was even more enthused by various scents.The scoring standard of this culinary competition is different from other ones, and there are a total of ten tasters.There are three shopkeepers of Chunfeng Deyi Building, and seven volunteers selected from the common people.

The scoring standard is also very strange, because in the end only one winner is needed to take over the Chunfeng Deyi Building, so the appraisers only need to write down the best candidate in their hearts.The results of the seven volunteers counted as one point, and the results of Bei Liubing and Sun Sanniang counted as two points.Yuanmeng is the big shopkeeper of the Chunfeng Deyi Building, and he has the most points, which are counted as three points.Zhang Feng stared at Mi Doudou fiercely with squinted eyes, and immediately smiled kindly when he saw the other person turned his head to look at him, but his fierceness just now hadn't been hidden in time, coupled with his wicked face, It seems a little wretched.

Mi Doudou snorted softly, watching Zhang Feng and Sun Sanniang flirt with each other since the beginning of the game, presumably they have an unusual relationship.I'm afraid there is no need to consider Sun Sanniang's two points.

Sure enough, when the notary reported the tasting results, the name Sun Sanniang wrote was exactly Zhang Feng.The results of the other seven volunteers were different, three of them wrote Mi Doudou, and four wrote Zhang Feng.When the notary reported the results one by one, Zhang Feng had already scored six points for the roasted suckling lamb, but Mi Doudou had only half of his score!
Bei Liubing listened to the results drifting past his ears, and his thousand-year-old ice face remained calm.He picked up the pen for a long time without writing down the answer, staring at the rice paper with cold night-like eyes as if in a daze, watching the ink dripping on the rice paper faintly.Sun Sanniang reminded in a strange way: "Why, is Liubing thinking about whether to write a fair judgment or to favor that little bitch?"

Bei Liubing's hand holding the pen was violent, his brows were furrowed, he gave Sun Sanniang a warning look, and said coldly: "Pay attention to your wording." Then he wrote the three words Mi Doudou .

When the answer was reported, Mi Doudou glanced at him with a smile.The other party didn't seem to notice it, and continued to be paralyzed with a cold face.At this time, Zhang Feng had six points and Mi Doudou had five points, which was still one point short.Whoever wins and who loses is just waiting for the result of Yuanmeng.

No matter how confident Mi Doudou is, she is also a little nervous at the moment.She pursed her lips and glanced down the stage.When he saw Xiao Jimo's tall and straight figure and his deep eyes, his brows softened instantly.

With him by his side, she is not afraid of anything, it doesn't matter if she wins or loses.She is happy, he is happy, she is sad, he is worried.This person seemed to be integrated with her, no matter what, he stood by his side unconditionally to protect himself.That's enough for the husband.

Not only Mi Doudou, but even the common people held their breath, waiting for Yuanmeng's answer with full expectation.Unexpectedly, Yuanmeng held the Langhao brush for a long time, but he was still unwilling to write.He looked up at Mi Doudou solemnly, and asked, "Miss Mi, this culinary competition requires the contestants to cook the best dish. I wonder if Mi Doudou's dish is rice or vegetables?"

Mi Doudou's faint smile froze for a moment.This, the tiramisu she made is not a meal or a dish.It's dessert after dinner...

But even if her brain was kicked by a donkey, she couldn't just tell the truth.Turning her head quickly, Mi Doudou smiled gracefully and bowed to Yuanmeng, explaining calmly: "Mr. Most of the other contestants made hot dishes. But what the little girl made was a dessert."

Yuanmeng nodded. Since ancient times, there are indeed many desserts on the dinner table, and many of them are regarded as dishes.Although he has never eaten this delicate and gorgeous delicacy, the taste is here, and he cannot argue.

Seeing that Yuanmeng was about to write down the answer, Mi Doudou secretly breathed a sigh of relief.But in the next second, Sun Sanniang stood up to stop her.She raised a pair of triangular eyes and said in a sharp voice: "Wait a minute, master, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public with such a dish that everyone has never eaten before."

Yuanmeng stopped writing, looked up at Sun Sanniang, and frowned, as if thinking about her words.

At this time, Beiliu Bing's face was paralyzed with a cold face and he said coldly: "Why, could it be that Zhang Feng's extremely cruel roasted suckling sheep has been eaten by everyone here?"

The unhurried words, with a little carelessness in the voice, made Sun Sanniang choke, and stood there awkwardly.

Mi Doudou looked curiously at Bei Liubing who continued to sit upright after speaking, and continued to be paralyzed with a cold face.There was deep respect in his eyes, and he was given another label in his heart - poisonous tongue.It's not a poisonous tongue in the general sense. This person doesn't like to talk at first glance, but once he speaks, his lethality cannot be underestimated.

(End of this chapter)