Chapter 142

The only thing he can be sure of now is that Mu Yunsheng must also be in this competition and is competing.

Young master Zhao looked around in the crowd, frowning and enduring the disgusting feeling of sweat and smell evaporation in the sun, looking for the familiar thin figure. I should have let her continue to wear women's clothes if I knew that men's clothes had so much inconvenience and trouble

Forget it. This idea only flashed in Zhao Jin's heart, and immediately disappeared.

If it's really women's clothes, according to the fact that Nizi has become more and more outstanding recently, I'm afraid it will cause more trouble than now.

Over there, Mu Yunsheng is next to the owner of the puffer fish stall, pestering him with a secret recipe. If it's not a secret recipe The stall owner said that as long as the price is high enough, it can be sold to Mu Yunsheng immediately.

"My family has been doing this for generations, but there is really no way out, so I have to eat by myself. I've been fed up with it for such a long time since I grew up. I just want to learn it well, so I'll sell it and change my way from now on. "

What the stall owner said was really light, but mu Yunsheng only noticed that "the price is high enough".

…… That's it.

Her heart is a burst of ecstasy, only to touch the whole body to find the last copper. It turned out that the coin she had just thrown to this dish was the second from the bottom. Now she had only one coin in her hand.

Mu Yunsheng, the stall owner, seemed to be sincere and unwilling to give up the business opportunity. He pointed to a higher stall nearby and said, "if you have confidence, go to that stall and have a try. That song mianqiao small Song Ye inherited a great deal, every year to the game is with gambling money. If he wins, he can win you at most. If you win by chance, you will have money to buy my recipe. "

Mu Yunsheng followed his fingers and saw that a challenge arena which was slightly higher than other challenge arenas was located there. On the side of the stove, there were some big lads I had seen at the door in the morning. Now the lad was standing beside the dishes he had prepared with his arms in his arms, looking down at the people who passed by competing to put money into the jar on the stove.

……

Only the copper in the jar, I'm afraid I can buy this puffer dish.

Mu Yunsheng was filled with emotion. If half a year ago, she could afford to pay for a hundred dishes at a time. It's just that once the hero is in trouble, it's really hard for a penny to defeat the hero.

Mu Yunsheng coughed twice, but he didn't dare to make an assertion. He just said, "I'll go and have a look."

Song mianqiao is sitting idly in front of the stall at this time. Apart from Liu shuojin, he has never paid attention to the chefs here. They are old rivals for many years and know each other very well. Today, who wins or loses is to compete for details.

On his stall is a dumpling made of cold water fish meat. Its skin is thin, but it has a certain toughness. It is translucent and wrapped with white and tender fish meat stuffing.

He recently made a kind of soy sauce, a little added to the pit can make the fish delicious, not only that, but also to remove the fishy smell.

Therefore, he is very proud of his work. Instead of waiting for the dumplings to come out of the pot and be tasted while they are hot, he waits for them to be eaten when they are warm, so as to embody the essence of the dish. Delicacy of the delicacy of his dishes was revealed by

Mu Yunsheng. He secretly Tucao his heart, and became a weapon of pursuit of fame and wealth. He only make complaints about the gaudy worship, which is an insult to food.

As the owner of the mobile arena, song mianqiao looks like a yellow haired girl. She laughs with disdain for a while. She thinks that she is beating the stone with her eggs, and that she can't measure her own strength. She immediately sends someone to get the same food.

The regulation of the competition is that the champion prepares several ingredients, but every time he is challenged, he has to provide the same ingredients to the challenger. This plate of dumplings uses at least fish and noodles, so song mianqiao's people take a dead cold water fish and a little bit of flour to Mu Yunsheng.

As soon as Mu Yunsheng saw the fish, she knew that it was not the same as the one used by song mianqiao. How could this kind of fish, which had been dead for a long time, still taste delicious? If she used it, it would not be better than the fish dumplings made by song mianqiao.

Of course, it's hard for mu Yunsheng, who has many recipes in the space.

She decided to make a boiled fish, cover up the bad taste of the fish with the spicy Sichuan peppers, and then use the fish stew sauce she made before, the taste must be incomparable.

In a mobile arena like this, there will be professional connoisseurs. Most of the families are rich and won't be bribed. There are also some fans of song mianqiao and Liu shuojin, so they start to taste song mianqiao's dumplings without waiting for muyunsheng to prepare the boiled fish.

In this era, pepper, Sichuan pepper, hemp pepper and Chinese prickly ash have not been introduced to the capital. Many people have never tried this kind of spicy fish to tease their taste buds. During the production process, some people watched curiously and saw Mu Yunsheng sprinkle a handful of Chinese prickly ash in the oil. They thought that she was exhausted and could only fry hay with oil. But after a while, the pungent smell of Chinese prickly ash mixed in the oil disappeared When Mu Yunsheng introduced the sliced fish into the pot, the smell directly conquered the onlookers, and all of them were drooling for tasting.

"What are you doing, little girl?"As a cook, song mianqiao still has a certain sensitivity. When he sniffs the strange smell of fish, he feels a little flustered. He vaguely feels that this dish may beat his own fish dumplings. Regardless of the rules of the game, he frowns and asks directly.

Mu Yunsheng has the right not to answer him, but thinking that the ingredients he gave were unfair, he joked: "what I made was the dead fish you gave me!"

"You Song mianqiao frowned, but said nothing. It's obvious that he didn't instigate this matter, but these servants flattered him, in the final analysis, they also mistreated Mu Yunsheng.

Mu Yunsheng put the prepared fish into a large porcelain bowl, then scooped the soup into the bowl with a spoon. Finally, he sprinkled some coriander leaves and brought them to the tasters for them to try.

Those people looked at the red on the soup. First, they ordered it with chopsticks and put it on the tip of their tongue to taste it. The spicy taste made them unable to accept it for a moment. They drank a few mouthfuls of water and just about to decide the verdict, they felt that the spicy taste on the tip of their tongue was addictive. They quickly picked up the chopsticks and tasted it again. The more they tasted it, the more addictive they felt. It didn't take a moment Several people finished a big bowl of boiled fish.

But song mianqiao's well-made dumplings are not appreciated at all. Who will eat his cold dumplings after eating spicy boiled fish?

Song mianqiao knew it when he saw the result. He was a man who wanted to face. Although he didn't agree, he picked up chopsticks to try the boiled fish made by Mu Yunsheng. It was a taste he had never made. It was a little addictive, and it was a lot better than him.

"Little girl, who taught you how to fish?"

Mu Yunsheng had been familiar with it for a long time. He lied casually and said, "it was taught by an old beggar travelling around. What's the matter?"