Chapter 663： Satisfied with 2 people

For children, if they eat Uncle Xiao Ma's fried rice first, and then uncle Xiao Lin's fried rice, they will feel that there is no taste, and they lack the aroma of barbecue fat.

Especially the two boys, Wang Chenchen and Yue Qihao, just ate a small bite of Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice.

Han Wenwen only took one more bite, but she didn't gobbling like that when eating.

However, Guo Jingyi and Feng Ruoruo ate a few more bites.

Especially Feng Ruoruo was still learning the way his father was before, using a small spoon to scoop up Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice, put it in front of him, and smell it with a small hand fan, before putting it in his mouth and slowly chewing and tasting.

These things are not spontaneous by the little girl, but the action of the little girl seeing her father eating Uncle Pony just now.

Uncle Ma’s fried rice was eaten quickly, and Feng Ruoruo’s father only left a spoonful for himself.

So before eating, Dad carefully observed Uncle Xiao Ma’s fried rice, sniffed the fried rice carefully, and chewed it carefully when he ate it in his mouth.

Feng Ruoruo found it very interesting to see that when the little girl was eating Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice, she went to behave like her father.

And this series of actions of the little girl was seen by the adults around him, and they all immediately found it very interesting.

Lin Yanmei couldn’t help saying: “I can’t tell. Our Xiao Ruoruo is a little gourmet. He knows that he needs to observe carefully before eating, and he fancied the smell like his father, and then eats it in his mouth. It’s amazing to chew hard."

Feng Ruoruo heard the praise from Aunt Yanmei, but did not respond immediately, but seriously ate the fried rice in his mouth.

After eating, the little girl smiled and said, "I watched my father eat like this, so if you want to be like your father, Ruoruo has to be a judge like your father."

Zhuang Daozhong smiled and asked, "Then, our Feng Ruoruo judge, which uncle's fried rice do you think is delicious?"

Feng Ruoruo seriously sat there thinking for a moment. When it seemed that he needed to be judged, the little girl was a little embarrassed.

Seeing her daughter embarrassed, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It's okay, if you can say it boldly."

With his father’s encouragement, Feng Ruoruo said, “Uncle Xiao Ma’s fried rice is more fragrant. If it feels like eating meat, Uncle Xiao Lin’s is not so fragrant, but it’s one piece by piece. If it tastes good, it tastes delicious."

Shi Jiahui smiled and said, "It's all delicious, but what if you have to choose one?"

This question really makes Feng Ruoruo really embarrassed.

At this time, Feng Yifan looked at the two empty plates on the table and said to everyone: "Well, let's play a game. Which one of the fried rice you think is delicious, we put the small spoon on the hand on that plate. Let us put our own, and we are not allowed to bring others together."

After hearing Feng Yifan say this, everyone thought this method was quite interesting.

Especially a few children find it very interesting.

Then, a group of people, including children, put their spoons on their favorite fried rice plate.

After everyone placed them, everyone found that in terms of the number of spoons in the two plates, Ma Xiaolong happened to have one more spoon than Lin Ruifeng.

At this time, neither Feng Yifan nor his daughter Feng Ruoruo put the spoon down.

Wang Chenchen asked strangely: "Sister Ruoruo, why didn't you vote?"

Feng Ruoruo pursed her small mouth and said, "Then father didn't put a spoon in either."

Su Ruoxi laughed: "You little thing, you have to be with your dad? Didn't dad say it? You can put the spoon on whose plate you like."

Feng Ruoruo turned to look at her mother seriously and said, "But mother, Ruoruo likes Uncle Xiaolin, but Ruoruo thinks that Uncle Ma's fried rice is also delicious, so Ruoruo doesn't know who to vote for."

Su Ruoxi was a little surprised by her daughter's words.

Others present were also surprised.

At first, everyone would think that Feng Ruoruo, a little girl, should vote for her at will according to her own preferences.

But now it seems that the little girl is thinking very seriously.

Even Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jiahui didn't think much about it, and based on their years of experience, they chose the best one they thought they would do tonight.

Feng Yifan looked at his daughter with a petting smile on his face: "Well, if you talk about it, why don't you know whom to vote for?"

Feng Ruoruo raised her head and looked at her father, then looked at the two plates in front of him, and said seriously.

"Dad, Ruoruo thinks both uncles are delicious, like Uncle Xiao Ma’s fried rice, which has a meaty taste, the kind of meaty skewers that Ruoruo has eaten before, but Uncle Xiaolin doesn’t have that. Kind of flavor, but Uncle Xiaolin’s fried rice has sweet and sour flavor, Ruoruo also likes it."

Hearing the little girl mention the sweet and sour taste, this surprised many people present.

Wang Chenchen and Ning Guang, the two who couldn't hold back the words, almost said in unison: "There is no sweet and sour taste."

Lin Yanmei and Ning Cheng each stopped two children who were unable to speak.

Zhuang Daozhong nodded earnestly and said, "Well, if you are right, there is indeed a hint of sweet and sour taste in Kobayashi's fried rice, which is very light, but the sweet and sour taste is very good to neutralize the greasy taste and add to the fried rice. There are so many taste levels that make people want to continue eating."

The several chefs present basically tasted the sweet and sour taste.

But everyone else, except Feng Ruoruo, didn't notice the sweet and sour taste.

Su Ruoxi asked her husband strangely: "Why didn't we taste it? I took two or three bites, but I didn't taste the so-called sweet and sour taste in your mouth?"

Feng Yifan explained to his wife: "This is the demonstration of the ability of a cook. If it is eaten casually, then the cook's skill is too unqualified. In fact, you know the sweet and sour taste, when cooking, I give it to you. A recipe from Kobayashi."

Su Ruoxi suddenly remembered: "Ah, I know, it's that plum."

Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, but Xiaolin has made improvements. He added some lemon to it and reduced the amount of plums. This way, it can remove the greasy, and at the same time make the sweet and sour taste weaker."

Su Ruoxi thought for a while and asked, "You haven't answered me yet, why don't we eat well?"

Su Jinrong replied from the side: “That’s because many people usually eat food with a relatively heavy taste, which causes the tongue to feel bad for some tastes. In addition, when the fried rice comes up, it is hot. The heat will also make your tongue numb, and you won't be able to taste the sweet and sour taste."

After listening to Su Jinrong's explanation, everyone present seemed to understand why Feng Ruoruo would taste it.

Firstly, it may be because Feng Ruoruo's tongue is sensitive to taste, and secondly, when Feng Ruoruo was eating, the temperature of the fried rice in her small spoon dropped.

Feng Yifan continued to look at her daughter and said, "It's okay, if you can think about it slowly."

When his father said this, Feng Ruoruo raised the small spoon in his hand and seemed to have made the final decision.

Everyone watched the little girl stretch out her hand and put the small spoon in her hand on Lin Ruifeng's plate.

Seeing this scene, Wang Chenchen couldn't help asking: "Sister Ruoruo, why do you vote for Uncle Xiaolin? Don't you like Uncle Xiaoma's barbecue-flavored fried rice?"

Feng Ruoruo said seriously: "Because fried rice shouldn't be barbecued."

Everyone was taken aback when the little girl said her words.

After a brief stupefaction, Zhuang Daozhong suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, we have studied for so long and thought about so much, but the result is not as thorough as a child."

Shi Jiahui gave Feng Ruoruo a thumbs up and said, "Ruoruo is really good, Ruoruo is so powerful."

Feng Ruoruo felt very happy to be praised by Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jiahui.

But some of the others present did not understand why the two would praise Feng Ruoruo so much?

Or Zhuang Daozhong opened his mouth and explained: "The reason why Ruoruo was praised was because Ruoruo ordered two fried rice for the most fundamental problem. Ma Xiaolong's fried rice is indeed creative and the taste is also very good. He even solved the problem of barbecue fried rice. Fatty and greasy mouth problem.

But there is one thing he completely overlooked, that is, fried rice should have the taste of fried rice, rather than letting fried rice and barbecue taste the same. "

According to Zhuang Daozhong, the three foreign chefs who were present instantly understood.

But others are more or less not quite clear.

Ning Guang, who was standing next to Ning Cheng, couldn't help but ask, "Grandpa, isn't it a great skill to make fried rice like barbecue?"

When Ning Guang spoke, Ning Cheng was a little nervous, and quickly pulled his younger brother to stop him from asking.

"What are you asking here? What qualifications do you have to ask here?"

However, Feng Yifan smiled and said to Ning Cheng: "It doesn't matter, Ning Guang is curious, so let him ask and let our Master Zhuang explain."

After hearing this, Zhuang Daozhong looked at Feng Yifan, smiled and clicked on him, as if he was saying "you are a slippery head".

But Elder Zhuang went on to explain: "It is of course a skill to be able to make fried rice into a barbecue taste, but cooking does not mean that you make one kind of food into another kind of food, then it shows that you The cooking skills are very powerful.

The real power of a cook is to be able to preserve the taste of every ingredient in a dish, to find a way to balance it, and to highlight a taste while preserving the taste of other ingredients. "

Having said this, Zhuang Daozhong asked seriously, "Okay, now I ask, what are we eating here today?"

The adults don't quite understand, why did the old man ask? So I don't know how to answer.

But children are much simpler. Feng Ruoruo took the lead and the children answered directly: "It's eating fried rice."

Zhuang Daozhong smiled and nodded: "Yes, I came to eat fried rice, but if fried rice doesn't have the taste of fried rice, can it still be called fried rice?"

After listening to Zhuang Daozhong's words, everyone understood that Lin Ruifeng should have won the competition today.

But at this time, the decision is still in Feng Yifan's hands.

Because the number of spoons in the two plates on the table is the same.

The remaining decision-making power lies in Feng Yifan's hands.

At the same time, in such a wonderful analysis, Feng Yifan and his group surrounded a lot of people, and many people who came to the night market were also very curious?

After explaining by some insiders in the night market, these diners who visit the night market are also looking forward to the outcome of Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong?

So at this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Feng Yifan.

Some people who didn't know Feng Yifan also knew Feng Yifan's identity under the introduction of people who knew him.

Naturally, everyone has no objection to Feng Yifan's decision.

But after waiting for a while, Feng Yifan did not put down the spoon on his hand.

Finally, Feng Ruoruo raised her little hand and patted her father's chin, and then asked curiously, "Dad, you can choose, now Uncle Xiaolin and Uncle Xiaoma are the same. Whoever you choose, whoever will win, come on. Click, do you want to choose Uncle Xiaolin?"

Feng Yifan touched his daughter's head, then raised his head to look around.

Faced with a lot of gazes, Feng Yifan finally said, "Well, today, whether it is Kobayashi or John, they have used all their abilities and corrected some of the previous problems. They have truly achieved their own fried rice. Extreme."

At this time, everyone in the small market was looking here, and Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong were also called by some diners.

Two people squeezed into the crowd and came to Feng Yifan.

Feng Yifan saw a gratifying smile on their faces.

"Ruifeng, you have not let me down. For so many days, you have withstood the pressure and used your own understanding to improve the taste of the fried rice I left for you. From the fried rice tonight, you are already a winner. And you have exceeded my expectations of you."

When Lin Ruifeng received such words, a smile appeared on his face, and the heart that had been hanging was let go.

Feng Yifan said to Ma Xiaolong again: "John, your progress this time has exceeded my expectations. At least your creativity this time is your own. You are no longer simply trying to imitate me. I am very happy to see you can Take this step."

Ma Xiaolong was naturally very happy to hear that, and couldn't help saying: "Chef, you still call me Xiaolong."

In fact, the name "Little Dragon" was also the name he had been calling by Feng Yifan when he was with Feng Yifan, so he hoped that he could continue to be called by Feng Yifan.

Feng Yifan raised the small spoon in his hand and said seriously: “Well, Ruifeng and Xiaolong, the results of today’s test are not so important anymore. You both have completed my test of you, and both Exceeding my expectations of you, as for the final victory, I hope that both of you can absorb the shortcomings and continue to work hard."

After hearing these words, Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong looked at each other, and then they both nodded to Feng Yifan at the same time.

This result made some onlookers feel unacceptable.

I felt like I had waited for a long time, and finally did not wait for a result.

Feng Yifan stood up and said to the onlookers: "Well, everyone, this game of our own is over, I made you laugh, everyone should continue to enjoy food and buy some interesting things in our temporary night market. Thank you everyone for patronizing."

After Feng Yifan's remarks, some onlookers complained and dispersed, and some expressed that they could understand and disperse.

The onlookers dispersed, the small night market resumed its hustle and bustle, and crowds began to flow in front of the stalls.