A bowl of ordinary chicken soup can be as good as the imperial meal. How does Feihong Restaurant do it?
This became a question in the minds of everyone present.
In the audience, Zhao Tenglong couldn't believe his ears.
The uneasiness that had dissipated suddenly came back, his face was like gold paper, and his lips were pale.
His whole body was as cold as falling into an ice cave.
Holding his head with both hands, he kept mumbling to himself: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Zhao Tenglong's appearance was indeed terrifying.
But no one could care about him anymore, including Sun Huaimin. Everyone's eyes were focused on the ordinary-looking bowl of chicken soup.
There is still one last glimmer of hope in their hearts!
They are still waiting for His Highness Prince Jing to speak!
Although Mr. Zui Weng is a well-known scholar in both provinces, on this occasion, the only one who can make the final decision is Prince Jing!
As long as Prince Jing hasn't spoken yet, there is always a glimmer of hope!
However, the next moment, this vitality was torn to pieces.
After drinking several bowls of chicken soup, Prince Jing finally said:
"Mr. Drunken Old Man is right, this soup is as delicious as a hundred birds singing together."
Click!
When Sun Huaimin heard it, something seemed to be broken in his heart.
How can it be?
Why can the famous dish that I have mastered after more than 20 years of cooking be compared with a bowl of ordinary chicken soup?
If this is really the case, then what are all the efforts I have made over the years?
If he hadn't had a good psychological quality and suddenly suffered such a blow, Sun Huaimin would have been as hysterical as Zhao Tenglong.
"My eyes have been opened. I really opened my eyes today!" Pang Juanzhi exclaimed.
"Indeed, I didn't expect that even the chorus of a hundred birds could not defeat Gu Beichuan. This man is really a talented person!" Lu Huailiang couldn't help but admire.
"Everyone, it seems that we have to go to Feihong Restaurant." Tian Jiabing also said with a smile.
Up to this point, Gu Beichuan's goal had actually been achieved.
Even if Feihong loses the competition, so what? The reputation has been established!
Everyone will know that Feihong has Huainan roast duck, hot pot, and a magical chicken soup that rivals the chorus of a hundred birds.
Diners from half of Huainan will come here because of its reputation!
This is not necessarily the case in Tenglong, because whether the imperial Buddha jumps over the wall, braised shark's fin or a hundred birds sing together, it is the name of the imperial chef Sun Huaimin that is famous and has little to do with his Tenglong Restaurant.
In other words, even if Tenglong Restaurant wins, they must try their best to keep Sun Huaimin, otherwise it will still be difficult to compete with Feihong.
And if they fail to keep Sun Huaimin, I'm afraid everything will be lost.
But that's the end of the matter, the total score will determine the outcome.
On the high platform, Prince Jing looked at the second course.
That fat piece of meat really seemed to make him lose his appetite.
"Gu Dongjia, what is the name of this dish? Is it made with pork meat?"
"Back to Your Highness, the name of this dish is braised pork, and it is indeed pork meat."
Hearing this, everyone frowned.
Pork is pork.
To ordinary people, this is nothing.
But...real princes and nobles do not eat pork meat.
In their view, dolphins are creatures that dig in trenches, and dolphin meat is even inferior meat. Eating it is really degrading to gentlemen.
Prince Jing was present, but Gu Beichuan offered pork meat, which was obviously inappropriate.
Qin Xiuwen quickly stood up and said:
"Your Highness, brother Gu Xian didn't know that Your Highness would be here. I guess this pork meat is for me to eat, and there is absolutely no intention of causing any conflict."
Hearing this, Xiang Qingfeng's expression became much better.
After a moment, he frowned again. He was having trouble making a comment.
Logically speaking, that magical chicken soup is comparable in taste to the chorus of a hundred birds.
But when it comes to cooking, it’s not just about the taste, it’s about the color, aroma, and aroma.
In terms of color and aroma, chicken soup is obviously far inferior to Ling A Hundred Birds.
If pork meat was not included, Tenglong Restaurant would be the winner.
But this would be a bit unfair to Feihong Restaurant.
What should I do?
Seemingly seeing Prince Jing's difficulties, Qin Xiuwen also frowned, but was helpless.
What a catch up.
If Prince Jing were not present, Feihong would win no matter what happens today.
But King Jing was present, causing Feihong to fail in the first round.
In the third round, another taboo was committed, making it difficult to evaluate.
Alas, it is time and destiny.
"Well, I've always heard that Gu Dongjia is quite accomplished in poetry."
"I couldn't see him today, which is a pity."
"Why don't Gu Dongjia write a poem about pork meat?"
"If you do it well, what will happen even if I eat this pork meat?"
As soon as King Jing said this, everyone frowned.
Pork meat as the theme?
What the hell is this topic?
Throughout the ages, literati have studied to gain fame.
Either for the sake of clearing one's name.
Poems are used to express aspirations.
Who would study to eat pork?
Pastoral poems, frontier poems, landscape poems, so many poems and essays, which one is about porcine meat?
This is nonsense!
Could Prince Jing be deliberately making things difficult for Gu Xiaoyou?
After thinking about it, everyone turned their attention to Mr. Drunkard.
Logically speaking, if one of them had to find someone to write about pork, it would probably be Mr. Drunken Old Man who is in love with food and drink.
But even this master of poetry, who was famous in Jiangnan and Huainan counties, still shook his head and said: "If you have enough time, you might give it a try. Even if you make it in a hurry, I'm afraid it will be nondescript."
In the audience, Pang Juanzhi felt mixed emotions after hearing this.
The good news is that this poetry meeting symbolizes the face of Huainan.
The whole burden fell on him, making him breathless.
Now that Brother Gu can help him share some of the burden, he naturally hopes for it.
The worry is that this question is really tricky.
Pang Juanzhi studied poetry and books diligently since he was a child, and asked himself that he was well-informed, what subject matter had he not seen before?
But this pork meat...there are really very few records in the classics.
Surely no one would be too busy to write a poem to encourage people to eat pork, right?
Brother Gu, how should you choose?
Everyone was worried, but Zhao Tenglong was ecstatic.
What does it mean that there is no way out despite mountains and rivers, and there is another village with bright flowers and dark trees?
This is!
The huge joy was like a tide, drowning his whole body!
He admitted that Gu Beichuan did have some poetic talent.
But this time the topic is pork!
Is that a poem that a normal person can write?
And as long as Gu Beichuan couldn't do it, Prince Jing would not eat the pork meat.
In this way, victory naturally belongs to Tenglong Restaurant!
At that time, as long as he uses some means to keep Sun Huaimin, great things can be accomplished!
But who would have thought that what Gu Beichuan said almost shocked his jaw.
"Beichuan is not talented, maybe you can give it a try."
"Okay! You are ambitious! If that's the case, then write a poem in seven steps!"
Hearing this, Qin Xiuwen frowned.
If it couldn't be confirmed just now, then this is undoubtedly making things difficult.
Did Brother Gu Xian offend Prince Jing?
Xiang Zhirou also gritted her teeth, secretly hating how hateful Brother Jing was, how could he be so difficult for everyone.
Only Xiang Qingfeng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at Gu Beichuan with a somewhat profound look.
Let me see how talented Mr. Gu, whom Zhirou praises every day, really is.
Gu Beichuan said with a smile on his face:
"The ordinary people show their ugliness."
With that said, take the first step!
