In this round, the imperial chefs seemed to have tasted the dishes for a long time, but it seemed understandable that the three of them had their own unique skills, and the imperial chefs had difficulty making a choice, and they didn't know that the imperial chefs were just fumigated...

The lobby was filled with people waiting for the results, including guests, and teams that were eliminated in the competition. Bai Tang couldn't sit in the wing room, so he also came to the lobby.

Manager Cui was afraid that this aunt would not speak loudly, so he followed her with a tough bullet.

Bai Tang was obsessed with the consequences, but he didn't cause trouble.

"What are you doing so mysteriously? Isn't it just Madam Du?"

"Yes, it must be Madam Du!"

"Isn't it? Apart from Madam Du, who is qualified to win the competition? Is that Cook Bear? Or the Clan?"

"Haha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

Manager Cui looked at his lady's back and secretly squeezed his cold sweat. The lady was really fascinated by the end. Otherwise, it would be better if he heard the bastard words just now and didn't rush over and give someone a kick.

Bai Tang did not hear it, but she was not waiting for the result. Her eyes fell on the corridor on the third floor. Yan Ruyu's identity was spread as early as the first day. At this time, the front of her wing room was full of people, all of whom came to congratulate Miss Du.

The group of people smiled red, as if they had already spyed on the results from the imperial chef. Yan Ruyu, who was praised and congratulated by everyone, had smiles at the corners of her eyebrows. It was obvious that she also believed that Miss Du would win.

Is it really Madam Du?

Bai Tang felt upset.

I don’t know how long I waited, but finally waited for the final round of competition results.

However, what goes beyond everyone's clothing is that it is not Madam Du!

"How is this possible?" Yan Ruyu was so surprised that her eyes widened, "Did you hear it wrong?"

Lizhi said anxiously: "I thought I had heard it wrong, so I asked again and again."

Madam Du was not as happy and angry as Yan Ruyu, but she could see that her expression was getting colder.

Yan Ruyu frowned and said, "Who won? Don't tell me it's Zuixianju!"

Lizhi lowered her head: "...it's...it's the Zuixianju."

The final winner was not Madam Du, but Zuixianju. This shocking news caused Tianxianglou to burst into pieces. Although this chef named Yu also came from Tianxianglou, and because of the matter between Chef Yang and the signature dishes, it was still a bit ineligible compared to Madam Du.

"Are you getting it wrong?"

"I heard that the boss of Zuixianju is the deputy leader of Jiangzuo Business Alliance."

The implication of this guest was that Zuixianju had left the relationship.

"Haha, why don't you say that Madam Du's backstage is the daughter of the General's Mansion? The daughter of the General's Mansion is the Young Master Yancheng?" Bai Tang said something, making the man speechless.

Someone said, "But I heard that the little chef in Zuixianju is the one who was rescued by the second prince yesterday. She is the second prince's woman. If anyone in the world is not afraid of the Young Master's Mansion, it will be this second prince."

The second prince is the emperor's most valued prince, and his mother is in charge of the harem, and he is the real uncrowned descendant. With such a status, he naturally has the confidence to openly compete with Young Master Yan.

This is the news spread by Yan Ruyu, otherwise who would know who was carried upstairs by the second prince?

There were more and more dissatisfied voices. No one believed that the chef of Zuixianju really beat Miss Du with his ability, and Miss Du himself did not believe it.

Madam Du shook her head and said, "I can't. I'll use the old ruta made by my master, and I can't lose."

A man who stood up for Miss Du said, "Please come out with the imperial chef! We want to ask for an explanation!"

People's hearts are always easy to incite. If you have the first one to stand out, you will naturally not lose those who follow the trend.

Another man stood up and said, "Yes! Have an explanation! Let's also see what kind of skills he used to beat Miss Du!"

Reviews are the business of the imperial chefs. Of course, they will not change the results at will just because someone makes trouble, but Mrs. Du came to the door.

As soon as she entered the room, she smelled an indescribable smell, which was not as choking as stinky tofu, but it was cold and long, like a shadow, as if just a little bit of it could smell all day.

Under the cover of this smell, the aroma of braised meat she made could not smell at all.

How could this happen? She used an old braised mandarin made by her master, known as thyme...

Madam Du was so angry that she almost forgot about the serious matter. Fortunately, she came back to her senses in time. She looked at the six imperial chefs in the wing room and asked in confusion: "Several adults, I don't know which of my skills is inferior to others, but I actually lost to Zuixianju?"

She looked aloof and her tone was full of disdain for Zuixianlou.

A famous chef with such a status naturally has the capital to underestimate the Zuixianju.

The imperial chefs were willing to let her taste the craftsmanship of Zuixianju, but when they saw the empty clay pots on the table, they were stunned.

I agreed to take only one bite, but why did I lose all the money?

The leader Zhang Yuchu cleared his throat and ordered someone to call the uncle to the wing room.

The uncle had already learned the final result, and it was not surprising that he was called up. In the two-day competition, he could somewhat see Madam Du's temperament, noble and arrogant. Except Chef Bao, I'm afraid that he didn't even take anyone seriously. He beat her, and she thought she would not be convinced.

When he saw Madam Du was also present, he became more confident in his guess.

"I have seen several adults." He stood on a crutch and bowed.

I heard that I was a lame cook, but I was still surprised when I saw him. He was neither humble nor arrogant, and with an indescribable demeanor, he deserved to have seen the world in Tianxianglou.

Zhang Yuchu bluntly expressed Madam Du’s doubts: “…What do you think? Do you also think it was our mistake in judgment?”

The uncle did not rush to answer, but walked to the dining table, took a look at the dishes made by Miss Du, picked up the chopsticks, and tasted them carefully. The soup, elbow skin, elbow meat, and even the side dishes were tasted one by one.

"I heard that Miss Du used old braised rice made by Chef Bao Shen?" He put down his chopsticks and said.

Madam Du said aloud: "That's right, it's the old braised mandarin made by my master."

The uncle said, "I didn't have the chance to meet Senior Bao when I was working in Tianxianglou, but I was lucky enough to taste the old braised manure left by him, which seemed to be different from the one cooked by Madam Du."

Madam Du frowned: "What do you mean? Do you doubt that I suppose my master's gimmick?"

The uncle shook his head and said, "I don't mean that. I just think that Madam Du can only get the shape but not the spirit, and did not appreciate the essence of this brine."

Madam Du's simple hand was just a grip and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. It was not that he had said heavy words, but that he had said the words. When her master handed her this jar of old braised, she once said something similar to her: "Wanqing, when you can appreciate the essence of this jar of braised water, you will be qualified to inherit the mantle of your master."

She studied for three years and finally felt satisfied. She didn't believe that she had not succeeded yet, and it must be this cripple who was exaggerating.

"Okay, since you said I did something wrong, why don't you tell me what you think is the essence of this brine?"

The uncle didn't rush to answer her, but asked back: "Do you have any extra old man to lend me?"

Madam Du winked at the servant who was accompanying him, and the servant went to the kitchen to get the remaining half jar of old braised rice.

Without saying a word, my uncle took Lao Lu to the kitchen.

When Yu Wan saw him coming over with a jar of old braised rice, she asked him, "Do you want to cook?"

The uncle said, "I will do it myself."

Yu Wan and Yu Feng exchanged a look and went out one by one.

Mrs. Du guessed that he went to the kitchen and thought it was a very complicated dish, but unexpectedly it was a bowl of light noodles, which used not expensive vegetarian oil, but lard, a boiled poached egg, a few slices of chopped green onion, and a spoonful of brine, which were all the seasonings.

The aroma of old braised rice is far less intense than that of Madam Du. It even loses the high-end feeling because of the aroma of chopped green onion and lard, and is more like the smell you accidentally smell when passing by a civilian home.

Madam Du remembered the oily stove in the countryside. She hadn't been back for more than ten years.

The uncle put the noodles in front of her.

Mrs. Du smelled the aroma of scallions and lard from the bowl. Since she became famous, she has never eaten anything that is so unavailable: "Do you know how valuable my master's old braised rice is? You're just wasting it like that?"

"Eat it." Uncle also gave her the chopsticks.

Madam Du frowned, so that she would not be able to whine down because she could make a mistake later.

However, after only one chopstick, my whole body froze.

The imperial chefs looked at her one after another, and saw that Madam Du, who was still arrogant the moment before, was holding a bowl of noodles, and her eyes were red.

The imperial chefs were shocked.

Madam Du's tears rolled in her eyes: "Yes..."

The uncle took a deep breath and continued to say for her: "It's my longing."

Chef Bao missed his missing son and his depressed wife, so he had this old man. What he wanted was not the prosperity of the glutton feast, but just a home that was so ordinary that it could not be more ordinary.

Madam Du was born in a cold and she was most concerned about her life experience. In order to get rid of the shadow of the past, she cut off everything related to the past. She only had ambitions and no concerns in her heart.

A person who has no worries can't understand the loneliness of Chef Bao.

More things happened, and the uncle didn't say anything more, nor did he blush and argued roughly. He owed to the imperial chefs, limped out of the wing room with a crutch.

It was clearly a disabled back, but it fell into the eyes of the imperial chefs, but it was tall and majestic and tall as pine.

"etc."

Zhang Yuchu called him.

Da Burton stopped walking and turned around inconveniently.

Zhang Yuchu said: "What is the dish you made?"

The uncle's face was covered in wind and frosty and smiled: "My family Awan said it was snail noodles."

The imperial chefs' room was in a room closest to the lobby on the first floor. Everyone who watched the fun saw Madam Du rushed in with unwilling expressions, and then they saw the lame chefs in Zuixianlou called in.

Afterwards, the chef went to the kitchen and cooked a new dish.

It seems that the imperial chefs shake their judgment and make him show their intentions again.
To be continued...