Here Comes The Lady Chef

"A good acacia! The artistic conception is far-reaching, just right, okay, okay!" Mr. Song Tao put down the porcelain bowl in his hand, and thought for a while about the sentence of Ren Yuefang. The reflection of the party was broad and suddenly bright. [; Starter]

"The teacher's award is made by Wen Wen's dessert! Ren Yue only felt it." Ren Yue got up, saluted slightly, and the large white sleeve robe was thrown back slightly, like a white cloud, Indifferent and calm.

"Ren San, your mouth is really fast! But it's exactly the same as I thought!" Sheng Yaoshan's hearty laughter became even more comfortable after Mr. Song Tao finished his evaluation.

"It's just a Wufu, how can you appreciate the artistic conception of food, after the event, Zhuge, it's boring." Ren Yue shook his head gently, and his narrow eyes slanted across Sheng Yaoshan's face.

"Hehe, am I a rough man? Mr. Song Tao will judge for himself. This snack of Miss Wen is really to my appetite. If all the tests in the past few days were a case of success, this acacia today is truly the best. Sheng Yaoshan smiled cheerfully, not annoyed, his eyes brightly shone brightly, shining warmly on the gentle body.

"Hey hey, what are you guys talking about? It ’s good or bad, hurry up and say something good!" Chef Zhang still had a good idea just now, and those little snacks that came alive really bought people's hearts. But now seeing Mr. Song Tao's evaluation, there are two noble sons from the sidelines, Chef Zhang's heart fell into a trough instantly.

Gently and quietly standing in front of the stove, bowed his head slightly, the look on his face, but it was the same as this heart-warming lovesickness.

Indisputable, not to say.

As if she hadn't heard anyone's words just now. Just immersed in her world, even isolated from the world.

Although it is the final test, although the gambling appointment of Chef Zhang just now is so tempting, it is gentle but seems to care nothing.

"Rouer. Rouer, what do you want?" Wen Shouzheng was anxious, and the judges of Mr. Song Tao over there were not settled yet, but the **** this side had already lost her heart.

Wen Shouzheng called softly, and wanted to remind me of being gentle. This girl said something. Even if she can't add points, she can add a lot of color!

"Ah? Is it over?" Gentle suddenly returned to his mind.

"Well ..." Wen Shouzheng sighed.

What's wrong with this girl today, so absent-minded, presumably this snack. It's not intentional to complete it!

What else to say. Can't treat food wholeheartedly. Even if a chef is even more skilled, the food has no soul, just a delicious empty shell.

Just then.

"The girl loves this acacia, and the husband loves it very much. It can't be evaluated." Mr. Song Tao's voice seemed so distant at this moment, and Yu Yinyu seemed to cross the river of time and space.

"Okay." Lord Zhao had a solemn face and nodded solemnly. It seemed that his decision was obvious.

"Acacia, it's my heart!" Master Qiao's eyes were wet. After the first sip of Acacia, Master Qiao, who had been calm and calm, actually remembered a love affair that had passed away a few years ago. Only in Master Joe's mind, never mentioned to anyone.

Qiao Zizhang felt full of warmth, but he didn't understand why the bowl of Acacia, the figure of Red Sleeve actually became more and more clear in his heart.

Even the young Liu Xian. Sitting quietly and obediently. Although he didn't understand what Acacia was, this sweet but not greasy, fragrant puppet, really bought a seven-year-old child.

The child's world is actually very simple, as long as it is delicious!

For a moment, the seven judges gave the final decision, Acacia, just Acacia!

"I announced that after five innings, the winner of this Zuixianlou trial was--" Master Qiao cleared his throat, and at the crucial moment, he had to announce it in person. "It's Rou!"

The eyes of all gathered together to be gentle.

Sheng Yaoshan was standing closest to gentleness, and he smiled happily. His white teeth and bright face were the angular lines on his face, and he became softened by the smile from his heart.

"Awesome Rouer, win! Win!" Wen Shouzheng heard Master Qiao's final announcement and was so excited that he rushed forward. As if the winner was himself, not his girlfriend's tenderness.

It's no wonder that before this trial started, some people talked out and said that the gentle gentleman took part in the race, but the surrogate, regardless of winning or losing, can only represent Wen Shouzheng!

At that time, those who said this, all they thought of was a 13-year-old Mao girl, who was still illiterate and unrecognized, and would only cry when she lost the game.

At that time, although Wen Shouzheng was uneasy in his heart, there was no other way. Whoever let himself and the apprentice both hurt their hands before the game and missed the competition.

In the face of such unequal conditions, in order to make the game run smoothly, his 13-year-old daughter should take all the consequences and responsibilities, and Wen Shouzheng can be described as troublesome.

Mo said that he won the game, that is, the tie was tied in the fifth round, and his own girl was regarded as exultant.

Now, the tenderness of thirteen-year-old gentleman, who has really won the debut of Chef Zhang for so many years, can imagine how cheerful and hearty Wen Shouzheng should be.

Moreover, just now, Chef Zhang had to add this last round of the test. The stakes are very generous, that is, "If you lose, please be gentle."

Wen Shouzheng was thinking about Chef Zhang, who was so tall and tall, that he was giving his own daughter a slap in the face, and almost laughed out loud.

"Dad, I'm a bit tired, so I'll go back first, and leave it here to you." A gentle speech softly broke the scene of Wen Shouzheng's imagination.

"Rouer, you ..." Wen Shouzheng was about to speak. Tenderness had come out from behind the cooktop, still bowing his eyes, and walked out of spirits.

"This girl looks really tired ..." Wen Shouzheng murmured to himself, looking at the gentle and thin back.

"Master Wen, there was something to say before, anyway, Rou girl is on your behalf. Now that you have won the game, your grandfathers don't know each other!" Offstage, the drunks of the drunk Xianlou began to coax.

"Yeah, yeah, Master Wen!"

"Master Wen, Chef Wen!" The audience roared and cheered loudly, and there seemed to be some applause in the middle.

"Master Zhang is a teacher!" Someone shouted.

"Hahahaha." There was a hilarious laugh.

However, it was seen that Chef Zhang's face was longer than the donkey face of Mr. Song Tao's house, his face was blue, and he said nothing.

Chef Zhang couldn't imagine how he had made dim sum for more than 20 years. Why was his best dim sum lost to a 13-year-old Mao girl.

Just because of a common red bean lotus root?

No, this is not ordinary!

Chef Zhang couldn't figure it out, ignored the crowd, and walked straight up, and himself filled a bowl of red bean lotus seeds from the still warm casserole.

Blow gently, a spoonful of the entrance.

Chef Zhang bowed his head and said nothing.

When he looked up, he was already in tears.

Acacia, this is Acacia.

The seven-foot-tall chef was moved to tears, only Acacia;

I was moved to tears by the dignified chef who has always been cold and unsmiling, just acacia.

At this moment, the heart of Chef Zhang, a shadow that has been blurred for many years, gradually became clear.

That unknown past, like the land blown by the spring breeze, softly popped a grass, probed the brain with a probe, weak, but growing strong.

In the near future, this grass will become a green sea of ​​grass, from the heart to the sky.

It turned out that I have never forgotten her.

Chef Zhang muttered a name in his heart.

"I lost." Chef Zhang calmed down his inner undulations, looked up at the roof beams, and his tears gradually returned to his eyes.

"Teacher, teacher!" Seeing Chef Zhang confessing defeat, the crowd was even more vigorous.

But he never thought, Chef Zhang looked indifferent, and said lightly, "I only lost to Rou girl, I only defeated Rou girl as a teacher!" He just walked out of Drunk Xianlou without looking back!

This is really an incomprehensible scene. It is clear that the game has been divided. The result is clearly in front of them. In the end, the winner leaves the field early, and the loser is also arrogant.

However, there is one thing that cannot be changed, that is, Wen Shou is the biggest winner of this competition. Although he hurt his hand, he has a gentle blessing and can go to the provincial city with a fairness!

Outside of Zuixianlou, it is still a lively and peaceful place.

Walking softly and anxiously on the street, a slight cold wind blew across her cheeks, letting her suddenly beating heart gradually calm down.

When he stopped, he was outside the city.

Why are you outside the city again?

Gently looking at the yellow wild reeds in front of me, the snow from the previous days still stayed a little above the reeds. The white frost heads and yellow straws looked particularly bleak and sad in the wide field of vision outside the city.

"Booming" There was a faint sound of water flowing.

Gently raised his eyes and looked, the other day was still a silent frozen moat, I don't know when the water flow was fresh.

Seventy-nine rivers opened and geese came.

The winter is getting farther away, and the early spring has arrived unknowingly.

There was a hint of softness and warmth in my tender heart ~ www.readwn.com ~ Presumably Mr. Song Tao's residence, the piece of willow forest, must also spit out the new yellow leaves slightly.

A long and quiet sound of flute sounded as if it came from the sky and sky, and it was like a gush from the bottom of the water.

No one in the world can play such an intimidating flute sound, as if the world is big, empty and lonely, without annoyance and worry, only this kind of flute sound.

Turn gently.

Seeing not far away, a large white, slowly approached.

It's getting closer, slowly getting closer.

"If you are not happy, the food will also cry. You see, this acacia today has caused many people to cry." Ren Yue's voice was slow and calm.

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