Seeing everyone's expectant looks, King Jing cleared his throat and said: "Since it is not a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, there is no royal taboo, so you can share it and eat it."
Everyone nodded, and Mr. Drunkard couldn't wait any longer. After Prince Jing finished his first bite, he scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth.
boom!
The explosive fragrance immediately exploded in his mouth, causing every pore in his body to relax involuntarily.
"fresh!"
“It’s really a rare taste!”
Mr. Drunkard is astonished!
After Liu Wenzhou tasted it, he was also very impressed.
I thought that the delicious taste of this hundred birds singing together is so good, I'm afraid it can't be compared with the real hundred birds singing at the phoenix.
No wonder I admitted my mistake and almost lost face in front of others.
After everyone else tasted it, they were also full of praise.
Even with their age and experience, this is the first time they have tasted such delicious food.
I have to say that the dishes served at the state banquet are really amazing!
Even if "A Hundred Birds Chirping" is only a semi-finished product, it still far surpasses the previous "Queen Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" and "Braised Shark's Fin".
Sun Huaimin is no weaker than anyone else in terms of cooking skills!
After Qin Xiuwen finished tasting, he looked at Gu Beichuan with a somewhat sad look.
Gu Xiandi, Gu Xiandi, it’s not that your Feihong’s dishes are not good, but they have dishes for the state banquet.
The same was true for Xiang Zhirou, who looked at Gu Beichuan with worry in her eyes like ripples of autumn water, and kept praying for him in her heart.
"Young Master, what should we do?" Uncle Fu asked tremblingly.
"Let me know, we'll serve the spare dish together for the third round."
Although Gu Beichuan had never heard of the legend of hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix, he knew from the looks of everyone present that this dish was not trivial and should not be treated with common sense.
Facing such an opponent, we should naturally go all out.
"Next, it's Feihong Restaurant, let's serve the food." Prince Jing ordered with a hint of regret.
To be honest, Feihong’s hot pot and Huainan roast duck are quite good.
If he hadn't been biased in the first round, Feihong would have won based on the results of the first two rounds, so how could he face such a dilemma.
Alas, let’s make up for it later.
King Jing gave the order, and no one dared to disobey it.
Soon, Feihong's dishes were presented.
The white cloth was lifted, and there were two dishes inside!
Even someone as strong as Sun Huaimin could only make three dishes for the royal family.
Is it possible that Feihong can do four things?
But even so, so what? Can it really be better than a hundred birds singing together?
In the audience, Zhao Tenglong frowned when he saw this scene, feeling that something was wrong.
Although there is no explicit rule before the competition that only one dish can be served in a round, it is understandable for Feihong Restaurant to do so.
But...when things go wrong, there must be a monster.
He really didn't want anything to go wrong with the victory he was about to win.
However, when the bowl lids of the two dishes were lifted, all Zhao Tenglong's worries disappeared in an instant.
Even Prince Jing and everyone on the stage frowned.
Is it because the dishes look so good?
No, quite the opposite is true.
The presentation of both dishes was terrible.
One is chicken soup and the other is fried pork.
It seems to be an ordinary home-cooked dish, not to mention compared with Ling the Birds, the Royal Buddha Jumps Over the Wall and Braised Shark's Fin are not comparable.
This is Feihong Restaurant, is Guizhou Donkey exhausted?
Below the high platform, Zhao Tenglong and others laughed.
"What kind of delicacies should I serve as a finale for Feihong? Is this it?"
“We were just too careful and ended it with the chorus of a hundred birds.”
"If I were like Feihong and put the chorus of birds in the first and second rounds, I'm afraid I would have won long ago."
Even Zhao Tenglong smiled to himself, he was really frightened by Feihong.
If you can calm down and think about it, you will know that how can Gu Beichuan, a wine maker, make so many delicious dishes?
Looking at it now, two dishes is the limit.
Otherwise, we wouldn’t fool everyone with this kind of stuff.
Such a dish, let alone two dishes, ten, a hundred, or a thousand dishes, would probably be difficult for Prince Jing to appreciate.
Maybe he will be charged with lese majeste.
This was indeed the case. Prince Jing frowned as he looked at the two dishes in front of him, with a look of displeasure visible to the naked eye on his face.
He asked in a low tone: "Gu Dongjia, what do you mean?"
"Could it be that in your eyes, I am only worthy of eating this kind of food?"
Hearing this, Uncle Fu was already dripping with cold sweat. Xiang Zhirou and Qin Xiuwen were about to plead for mercy, but saw Gu Beichuan bowing his hands and saying sincerely:
"The ordinary people don't dare, but I invite His Highness Prince Jing to try it. This dish will definitely have great potential."
When King Jing heard this, his brows wrinkled and then relaxed, and then relaxed and wrinkled again. After doing this several times, he finally picked up the spoon.
Of the two dishes, the chicken soup was pretty good.
Only the fried meat was actually pork!
And more than half of it is fat, so how can he swallow it?
Xiang Qingfeng scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and put it into his mouth.
The next moment, a strong umami flavor explodes in the mouth, making the pores of the whole body relax.
This... this delicious flavor is not weaker than the chorus of a hundred birds?
How can this be?
Xiang Qingfeng was so surprised that he scooped up another spoonful of chicken soup and put it into his mouth.
After taking several sips, he finally confirmed that there was something weird about this chicken soup!
Not to mention anything else, just in terms of umami flavor, it is really comparable to the chorus of a hundred birds.
At this time, everyone in the audience was dumbfounded.
What is His Highness Prince Jing doing?
Why are you so obsessed with a bowl of chicken soup?
I’ve had four or five sips of this!
Especially Zhao Tenglong's eyes almost popped out of his head.
My heart says you are Prince Jing! What delicacies have you not tried?
Shouldn’t a home-cooked dish like chicken soup be spit out after every sip?
What happens now?
Seeing that King Jing was so dazzling that he couldn't stop, everyone on the high platform also looked at each other, confused about the situation.
Mr. Drunkard was brave again. He also stretched out his spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and put it into his mouth.
The next moment, his eyes widened and he said with disbelief:
"Everyone, this soup is as delicious as a hundred birds singing together!"
What!
As soon as he said this, his jaw dropped.
how could it be possible?
What kind of dish is that?
That is the royal meal, a simplified version of the dishes used at the state banquet! It is the hard work of Sun Huaimin, the imperial chef, who has studied it all his life.
How could a bowl of ordinary chicken soup taste as good as a hundred birds singing together?
Everyone is a person who practices the truth of studying things and seeking knowledge. Faced with such a scene, naturally you have to taste it before you believe it.
So they all imitated Mr. Drunkard, put their spoons into the soup bowl, and scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, regardless of whether this was disrespectful to Prince Jing.
However, after they tasted it, they suddenly showed the same expression as Mr. Drunkard.
Many students in the audience looked at this scene with great surprise.
If Mr. Drunkard is the only one who says this, it is suspected of fraud.
But now that everyone has such expressions, that means...
A question, when you eliminate all possible options, the remaining one, no matter how unbelievable it is, is the correct answer!
