After being exiled, I took my whole family to farm in space

Mu Chaochao and the others left Hemu Village and headed for Yancheng.

"Does it still look like a street?" Mu Chaochao lay in front of the window and looked at the busy street.

The people in Beimo are stouter than the people in Tianqi Kingdom, and even the women are not as slender as the women in Tianqi Kingdom, but they look heroic.

"Dang Dang..." The gong sounded and the people all around ran towards the direction of the gong.

"Brother, let's go take a look."

Following the direction in which the people were running, they came to a stage with a food festival cooking competition written on it.

There were five old men sitting on the stage, and there were many cooks and small stoves under the stage.

"It looks like it's a live competition of cooking skills."

"Dear fellow villagers, our annual food festival in Yancheng is here again. This year, fifty inn chefs are participating in the cooking competition.

We also invited five highly respected seniors to taste and score, but this year the rules have changed. We will find five new diners on site, and together with our five seniors, we will rate the chefs. Fifty people The chef will prepare fifty dishes. Anyone with a big stomach can come and participate. The old rule is that no food is wasted. "

"Such a good thing!"

"Such a good thing!"

Tianshu and Mu Chaochao said in unison.

"We came at the right time. This is specially prepared for you two!" Ye Huaichen said with a smile.

"I usually cook, but I didn't expect to meet a food judge this time and get to know the food of Northern Mexico."

The two of them didn't eat much at all for lunch in Hemu Village, but God sent them a food competition.

"Now I would like to invite the five heavy-bellied diners below to come up."

As soon as the master of ceremonies finished speaking, Tianshu and Mu Chaochao jumped up using Qinggong.

"Can you two kids eat so much food?" the host asked suspiciously, looking at the two of them who were still young.

"Don't worry, old man, we will wipe out the dishes."

"It's no problem if I order another twenty dishes."

Fifty dishes, if ten people eat them together, each person only eats five plates on average! It's not enough to fill their teeth, the two said confidently.

"Now there are three left. Which three diners are going to come up?"

The three people who came up behind were all middle-aged men. They were a little strong and had a big belly. Standing next to Mu Chaochao and Tianshu, they were the difference between a peak and a hill.

"We invite five diners to take their seats. Now the competition begins." With the order from the master of ceremonies, the fifty chefs below began to prepare their dishes.

A stick of incense was also lit on the stage. It was still some time before the tasting. The big man next to him looked at Mu Chaochao and said:

"Little baby, have you eaten the fifty dishes? In the annual food festival competition, these ingredients cannot be wasted."

Respected old men usually only eat one bite. This year's food festival invites an audience, so food cannot be wasted.

"I dare to come up, of course."

"Everyone can tell big words, so don't let your stomach get full later." Another big man sneered.

"Uncle, I think you should worry about yourself first. We will digest it if we eat it. If you eat it, it will accumulate in your stomach." Mu Chaochao glanced at the big man with the biggest belly.

"Little baby, what do you know? This is a wine belly. It's a good thing to have this belly. Have you never heard that the prime minister's belly can support a boat?"

"Pfft!" All the judges laughed.

"Hahaha, this is the first time I heard that the prime minister can hold a boat in his belly because he is drunk." Tianshu laughed.

"Tianshu, uncle is right. His stomach is full of water, and the water will naturally hold up the boat."

"Hahahaha, the little girl is right." Those respected old men praised.

"I'm afraid all the water in my stomach has gone to my head." Tianshu muttered softly.

"Are every dish here except pastries spicy?" You can already smell the chili pepper.

Mu Chaochao saw that some people below were still kneading dough, some were roasting lamb legs, and some were making pastries.

“Can’t the little baby eat spicy food?”

"I've prepared some stomach medicine here. If you can't eat spicy food, tell your uncle and I'll give you some stomach medicine."

Seeing how lovable Mu Chaochao was, these seniors were very kind to her.

"Thank you uncle, I can eat spicy food."

She also puts some chili peppers when cooking. It seems that Beimo has cultivated chili peppers and is very good at eating spicy food. Only some people in Xining can afford it.

The emcee distributed paper and pen to the ten judges. If they thought it was good, they would write it down and give scores. Ten points was the highest score.

The chef prepared the dishes one after another. The dishes that were prepared first were brought out to the judges for tasting. Each dish was divided into ten portions and served to them.

The first dish was a dessert made from goat's milk. The chef may have considered that there were more elderly people, but he didn't add too much sugar.

"The milk is full of flavor and tastes pretty good." After eating, everyone wrote their scores on the paper.

"The second mutton braised noodles." the master of ceremonies read.

Mu Chaochao looked at the full amount of chili oil and wondered if too much chili would have covered up the deliciousness of the mutton, so he tried to take a bite.

"Well, not bad. I thought that the red pepper would cover up the deliciousness of the mutton, but I didn't expect that the chef paired it just right." Mu Chaochao gave it nine points.

"The third batter is next."

The paste cake here is not the Hu cake she ate last time. The paste cake is sweet, ground from a kind of coarse grain unique to North Mexico, and has red bean and peanut filling inside.

"Without so much sugar, it should be pretty good."

The chef probably added too much sugar to this dessert! Mu Chaochao didn't like it and didn't give it a high score.

"It's too sweet. Did the chef put too much sugar?" Tianshu didn't like it either, but he couldn't waste it.

Mu Chaochao looked at the other judges, frowning as he ate some cakes in small bites, and drank from the water on the side. It seemed that everyone didn't like it.

She originally thought about throwing it into space for show, but seeing everyone frowning and eating cakes, she still abided by the rules of the game.

"That batter cake is so unpalatable!" Little Baozi's face wrinkled.

"It's not easy to eat this free food!" Mu Qing looked at the two of them and shook his head.

"The next course is roast leg of lamb."

"Well, it's delicious."

Mu Chaochao and Tianshu finished the lamb leg in a few seconds. The chef saved their taste buds. Every judge gave high marks. It's not that the lamb leg was delicious, but the previous one. The cakes were so sweet that their mouths were filled with a sweet taste.

"It seems that this roast lamb leg is very suitable for the taste of the real taste judges." The emcee said with a smile as he watched them enjoy the meal.

The next few dishes were both good and bad. Mu Chaochao said that if there were to be such events in the future, she would rather compete than be a judge.

After all the fifty dishes were finished, it was already dark. They found an inn to stay, but after everyone entered the guest room, they all settled into the space.