Chapter 663 Satisfied with Both of Them

For children, if they eat Uncle Xiao Ma's fried rice first, and then Uncle Xiao Lin's fried rice, they will feel that they have no taste, and they also lack the aroma brought by the barbecue fat.

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

Han Wenwen just ate one more bite, but she didn't gobble it up like when she was eating.

On the contrary, Guo Jingyi and Feng Ruoruo ate a few more mouthfuls.

In particular, Feng Ruoruo still imitated his father's example, scooped up Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice with a small spoon, put it in front of him for a closer look, fanned it with his small hands to smell the smell, and then put it into his mouth to chew and taste slowly.

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

Uncle Ma's fried rice was eaten quickly, but Feng Ruoruo's father only kept a spoonful for himself.

So before my father ate it, he carefully observed Uncle Pony's fried rice, carefully sniffed the fried rice, and chewed it carefully in his mouth.

Feng Ruoruo found it very interesting when she saw it. When the little girl was eating Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice, she went to imitate her father.

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

Lin Yanmei couldn't help but said: "I can't see it, our little Ruoruo is actually a little gourmet. He knows that he should observe carefully before eating, and he will follow Dad's example to smell the smell, and then eat it in his mouth. It will also be very delicious. Chew carefully, it's really powerful."

When Feng Ruoruo heard Aunt Yanmei's compliment, she didn't respond immediately, but seriously ate the fried rice in her mouth.

After eating, the little girl said with a smile: "I just watched my father eat like this, so if you want to learn from your father, if you want to be a judge like your father."

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

Feng Ruoruo sat there and thought about it seriously. It seemed that the little girl was a little embarrassed when it came to judgment.

Seeing his daughter's embarrassment, Feng Yifan smiled and said, "It's okay, Ruoruo can speak boldly."

With father's encouragement, Feng Ruoruo said: "Uncle Xiao Ma's fried rice is more fragrant, Ruo Ruo feels like eating meat, Uncle Xiao Lin's is not so fragrant, but it's just one by one.

Ruoruo tastes delicious too. "

Shi Jiahui smiled and said, "It's okay if they are all delicious. If Ruoruo has to choose one?"

Feng Ruoruo was really embarrassed by this question.

At this time, Feng Yifan looked at the two empty plates on the table, and said to everyone: "How about this, let's play a game, whichever fried rice everyone thinks is delicious, we will put the small spoon in our hand on that plate. Let's let each other go, don't bring others together."

Hearing what Feng Yifan said, everyone thought this method was very interesting.

Especially a few children, they all found it very interesting.

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

After everyone put it away, everyone found that Ma Xiaolong had one more spoon than Lin Ruifeng in terms of the number of spoons in the two plates.

At this time, neither Feng Yifan nor his daughter Feng Ruoruo put down their spoons.

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

Feng Ruoruo pursed her lips and said, "Then dad didn't put a spoon in there either."

Su Ruoxi laughed: "You little thing, do you still want to be with your father? Didn't your father say that? If you like someone, you can put the spoon on whose plate."

Feng Ruoruo turned her head to look at her mother seriously and said, "But mother, Ruoruo likes Uncle Xiao Lin, but Ruoruo thinks that Uncle Xiao 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.

Originally, everyone would think that a little girl like Feng Ruoruo should cast her vote casually according to her own preferences.

But now it seemed that the little girl was thinking about it very seriously.

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

Feng Yifan looked at his daughter with a doting smile on his face: "Well, if you tell me, why don't you know who to vote for?"

Feng Ruoruo raised her small head to look at her father, then at the two plates in front of her, and said seriously.

"Father, Ruoruo thinks that both uncles' food is delicious, like Uncle Xiaoma's fried rice, it tastes like meat, just like the meaty skewers that Ruoruo has eaten before, but Uncle Xiaolin doesn't have that meaty taste." It’s a kind of taste, but Uncle Xiaolin’s fried rice has a sweet and sour taste, Ruoruo also likes it.”

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

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

Lin Yanmei and Ning Cheng each stopped two children who couldn't hold back their words.

Zhuang Daozhong nodded seriously and said: "Well, what Ruoruo said is correct, there is indeed a trace of sweet and sour taste in Xiaolin's fried rice, which is very light, but the sweet and sour taste is very good at neutralizing the greasy taste, and it also adds flavor to the fried rice. There are a lot of taste levels, which makes people want to continue eating.”

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

But the others, except Feng Ruoruo, didn't notice the sweet and sour smell.

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 a demonstration of a cook's ability. If you will be 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 remembered immediately after hearing this: "Ah, I know, it's that plum."

Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, but Kobayashi has improved it. He added some lemons and reduced the amount of plums. This way it can remove the greasy taste and at the same time make the sweet and sour taste lighter."

Su Ruoxi thought for a while and asked again: "You haven't answered me yet, why can't we get it out?"

Su Jinrong answered from the side: "That's because many people usually have relatively heavy tastes when eating, which makes the tongue feel less sensitive to certain tastes. In addition, the fried rice is hot when it is served. When it is hot, because the portion The heat will also make the tongue slightly numb, and the sweet and sour taste will not be tasted."

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

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

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

When Dad said this, Feng Ruoruo raised the small spoon in his hand, as if he had made a final decision.

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

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

Feng Ruoruo said seriously: "Because fried rice shouldn't taste like barbecue."

As soon as the little girl's words came out of her mouth, everyone was taken aback again.

After a short period of stupefaction, Zhuang Daozhong suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, we have studied for so long and thought so much, but the result is not as clear 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 the others present couldn't understand why the two praised Feng Ruoruo so much?

It was Zhuang Daozhong who explained: "The reason why I praised Ruoruo is because Ruoruo pointed out the most fundamental problem with two servings of fried rice. Ma Xiaolong's fried rice is indeed creative and tastes great. He even solved the problem of the barbecue fried rice. Greasy mouth problem.

But there is one thing that he completely overlooked, that is, fried rice should have the taste of fried rice, not fried rice and barbecue. "

After being told by Zhuang Daozhong, the three foreign chefs present immediately understood.

But others are more or less unclear.

Ning Guang, who was standing next to Ning Cheng, couldn't help asking: "Grandpa, isn't it a great skill to be able to make fried rice taste like barbecue?"

As soon as Ning Guang opened his mouth, Ning Cheng was a little nervous, so he quickly pulled his younger brother to prevent him from continuing to ask.

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

But Feng Yifan smiled and said to Ning Cheng: "It's okay, Ning Guang is curious, let him ask, let our Master Zhuang explain."

Hearing this, Zhuang Daozhong looked at Feng Yifan, smiled and nodded at him, as if to say "you cunning".

But Mr. Zhuang continued to explain: "It is of course a skill to be able to make fried rice taste like barbecue, but cooking does not mean that if you make one ingredient into the taste of another ingredient, it shows that you His cooking skills are very good.

The real strength of a chef is to be able to preserve the taste of each ingredient in a dish, and to be able to find a way to balance it. While highlighting one taste, it must also retain the taste of other ingredients. "

After saying this, Zhuang Daozhong asked seriously: "Okay, now let me ask, what are we eating here today?"

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

But children are much simpler. Feng Ruoruo led the children to answer directly: "It's fried rice."

Zhuang Daozhong nodded with a smile: "Yes, I'm here to eat fried rice, but if the fried rice doesn't taste like fried rice, can it still be called fried rice?"

After listening to Zhuang Daozhong's words, everyone understood that today's competition should be regarded as Lin Ruifeng's victory.

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

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

The rest of the decision-making power is in Feng Yifan's hands.

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

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

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

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

Naturally, everyone has no objection to Feng Yifan making the final decision.

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

Finally, Feng Ruoruo raised his little hand and patted his father's chin, then asked curiously: "Dad, hurry up and choose, now Uncle Xiao Lin and Uncle Xiao Ma are the same, whoever you choose will win, hurry up!" Click to choose, do you want to choose Uncle Xiaolin?"

Feng Yifan touched his daughter's small head, then raised his head and looked around.

Faced with many gazes, Feng Yifan finally said: "Well, today, whether it is Xiaolin or John, they have used all their abilities, and corrected some previous problems, and they have truly made their own fried rice. Extreme."

At this time, everyone in the small market looked at this side, and Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong were also called over by some diners.

The two squeezed into the crowd and came to Feng Yifan.

Feng Yifan saw gratified smiles on the faces of the two of them.

"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 you. Judging from this plate of fried rice tonight, you are already a winner , and you have exceeded my expectations of you."

When Lin Ruifeng heard 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 also exceeded my expectations. At least your creativity this time is your own thing, and it is no longer just trying to imitate me. I am very happy to see that you can Take this step."

Ma Xiaolong was naturally very happy when he heard it, and couldn't help but said, "Chef, you still call me Xiaolong."

In fact, the name "Xiaolong" was also the name he was called by Feng Yifan when he was with Feng Yifan, so he hoped that he could continue to be called that by Feng Yifan.

Feng Yifan raised the small spoon in his hand, and said earnestly: "Well, Ruifeng and Xiaolong, the result of today's competition is not that important anymore. Both of you have completed my test for you, and both of you have exceeded my expectations for you. As for the final outcome, I hope that both of you can learn from your shortcomings and continue to work hard."

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

Such a result made some onlookers who eat melons feel a little unacceptable.

I felt that I had waited for a long time, but in the end I didn't wait for a result.

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

After receiving Feng Yifan's words, some of the onlookers complained and dispersed, while others said they could understand and dispersed.

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