Abandoning my husband and son, I raised my six daughters to live happily

Meng Suisui saw through her little thoughts at a glance and thought that Shen Xiufang was considered hers in the eyes of the chefs. If Shen Xiufang was allowed to participate in the evaluation, she might be criticized.

She said, "We can't participate in the evaluation, but you can eat the rest after the competition is over."

"That's okay." Shen Xiufang suddenly burst into laughter.

Soon, Shen Xiufang brought over the 13 people who had already handed in their papers, and Meng Suisui gave each of them a spoon.

"We are holding a small cooking competition. Please help us taste these two egg fried rice dishes. After you taste them, vote for whichever dish you like."

As soon as everyone heard that it was a competition, they immediately took a serious attitude.

Holding a spoon, they lined up enthusiastically and tasted the dishes one by one in order.

The first person to taste it was a girl in her 20s. She had a high ponytail on her head and looked full of energy.

She stood between two portions of egg fried rice and chose one at random.

She took a small mouthful of egg fried rice and put it in her mouth. Her eyes suddenly lit up and gleamed.

The rice grains are distinct, the texture is dry, and the egg liquid is evenly wrapped. You can get the finely chopped egg and rice in every bite.

It has the aroma of oil but not oil, the aroma of egg but not burnt, and the aroma of green onions.

"Wow, it's delicious. This is so delicious. This is the best egg fried rice I have ever eaten."

Seeing her reaction, everyone immediately became energetic.

Others who were selected to taste it were very curious about how delicious this plate of egg fried rice was, and the chefs all guessed that the dish the little girl just ate must have been made by Wang Jiaming.

The sound of conversation reached Wang Jiaming's ears, and Wang Jiaming's face became tense.

Others can't see it, but he himself knows it very well.

The first person to taste just now was made by Meng Anyu.

He was curious about whether the egg fried rice made by Meng Anyu was really that delicious? Or the first person to taste it has too little experience.

When Meng Suisui saw that the little girl did not continue to taste another portion, she reminded her.

"Try this."

"Can I have another bite of that portion? I ate too little just now. I'm afraid I won't have the chance to eat such delicious egg fried rice in the future."

No wonder the girl didn't try another portion just now. It turned out that she was thinking about how to tell her to take another bite.

You can see how delicious this meal is.

Meng Suisui smiled helplessly and said, "Okay, you can have another bite."

The little girl dug out a big spoonful, swallowed it in one gulp with satisfaction, and then dug another big spoonful into another plate of egg fried rice.

Her behavior made everyone laugh.

"She has a long memory and is afraid that a small spoonful will not be enough."

"Haha, young people are still interesting. This little thought is written all over their faces."

I saw the little girl put a big mouthful of egg-fried rice into her mouth, covering her mouth while chewing. Suddenly her eyes widened and she stamped her feet in excitement.

Everyone was a little confused by her reaction.

"What expression is this? Is it too delicious or too unpleasant?"

The little girl swallowed the egg fried rice and gave a thumbs up to Wang Jiaming and Meng Anyu.

"Two chefs, you two are gods. Both of these dishes are delicious. It's too difficult to choose. I feel like you are making things difficult for us."

The little girl's chirping was so cute, and Meng Anyu and Wang Jiaming showed smiles on their faces one after another.

It can be seen from the reaction of the first taster that the chefs watching felt a little confused about the situation.

How could both be delicious? Logically speaking, the difference should be obvious.

Even if other chefs present were to compare with Wang Jiaming, there would definitely be a gap, because that is Wang Jiaming!

Soon the next taster arrived.

His reaction was similar to that of the first person who tasted it. After carefully tasting it, he said that both were really good and it was difficult to choose the best one.

Then came third place, fourth place... until the end of No. 13, everyone's performance was pretty much the same.

If it's one or two people like this, maybe they don't want to offend anyone and say a few words, but so many people say that two portions are equally delicious, which is a bit strange.

It's time to vote.

The plate of egg fried rice on the left received seven votes, and the plate on the right received six votes.

The chefs were surprised to see the voting results.

It's incredible that the vote count is so close.

"Okay, the results are out, let's see who wins."

Meng Suisui removed the plate on the left in front of everyone, opened the note and showed it to everyone.

"Congratulations to Wang Jiaming, you won."

The moment Meng Suisui announced the results, the chefs clapped happily.

Everyone looked at Wang Jiaming, but there was no joy on Wang Jiaming's face.

He strode forward, picked up the spoon, took a mouthful of egg fried rice from Meng Anyu's plate and put it into his mouth.

He chewed carefully and spoke vaguely with the rice in his mouth.

"I lost."

Then, with everyone looking at him in confusion, he strode towards the kitchen.

"He is..."

"Well, it's probably the first time someone made egg fried rice and almost tied with him. He couldn't accept it for a while and his mentality collapsed."

"For Chef Wang, maybe not being pretty enough is considered a loss."

"Hey, we don't care about him. I have to quickly try to see if this girl is really that good at what she did."

Noisy discussions rang in Meng Anyu's ears, and she frowned and didn't know why.

Didn’t Wang Jiaming win? Why did he say he lost? And acted very unhappy.

She hesitated for a moment, raised her legs and chased after him.

The kitchen door was ajar, and as she approached, she heard a sound in the kitchen.

Isn't it because you are unhappy and take out the food to vent your anger?

She hates people wasting food.

He opened the door suddenly and saw Wang Jiaming taking out the remaining fried rice from the pot.

The fried rice was divided into many small bowls. At that moment, Meng Anyu knew that she had misunderstood him.

"Are you not unhappy? Why did you say you lost just now?"

Wang Jiaming stopped what he was doing and turned his head to ask her.

"You really haven't learned anything?"

"My grandpa always helps to cook when other people's houses are doing things. I've seen my grandpa cook. Does this count?"

Wang Jiaming shook his head.

Meng Anyu asked again.

"My mother bought me some cookbooks, and I read them myself and learned them. Does this count as learning?"

Wang Jiaming shook his head again and said, "It doesn't count."

"Then I probably haven't learned anything."

If you do that without learning from the master, you can only be a genius.

If Meng Anyu's expression wasn't too calm and sincere, Wang Jiaming would have suspected that the other party was showing off to him.

After a while, Wang Jiaming sighed and said.

"My ancestors were all chefs. When I was young, my dad said that he would only let me use other ingredients if I made the egg fried rice to his satisfaction. I worked hard for three years and worked hard day and night to reach the level I am now. You all I haven’t learned anything, I’m just like me just doing it casually, do you think I’m still a loser?”

Meng Anyu felt the other person's sadness and weakness, she said.

"I don't cook casually. I study every dish carefully at home."

Her comfort seemed to have little effect on Wang Jiaming.

Wang Jiaming said calmly, "Please help me take out the rice. It won't taste good after it gets cold."

I didn't expect him to jump on topics so quickly.

"Oh." Meng Anyu responded and stretched out his hand to help.

Wang Jiaming put the bowl of egg fried rice on the square plate and said to himself, "If I had known you made it so delicious, we would have fried half of it. Why bother frying so much at once and tire me out?"

His tone was humorous, and Meng Anyu couldn't help laughing.

Suddenly, she noticed that Wang Jiaming had put all the rice on the square plate and quickly stopped him.

"Hey, no, no, I've already discussed it with you before we start. You have to leave some for me to take home to my sister."

When Wang Jiaming thought of Meng Anyu's previous statement that she had five sisters, he stood up straight and hugged his shoulders.