The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

This round, the imperial chefs seem to have tasted the dishes for a long time, but it seems understandable, the three of them have shown their housekeeping skills, it is also difficult for the imperial chefs to make a choice, and they don’t know that the imperial chefs are just smoked... …

The lobby was full of people waiting for the results, including guests and teams eliminated from the big competition. Bai Tang couldn't sit still in the side room, so he also came to the lobby.

Treasurer Cui was afraid that the aunt would be endless if her words were not shocking, so he bit the bullet and followed.

As a result of Baitang's obsession, he did not cause any trouble.

What are you doing so mysteriously? Isn't it Lady Du?

Yes, it must be Mrs. Du!

Isn't it? Apart from Mrs. Du, who else is qualified to win the Grand Competition? Is that Bear Cook? Or that cripple?

Haha! Everyone burst into laughter.

Shopkeeper Cui looked at the back of his young lady, and broke into a cold sweat secretly. The young lady was really fascinated by the result, otherwise it would be better not to rush over and give someone a kick when she heard the bastard words just now.

Baitang did not hear it, but she was not completely waiting for the result. Her eyes fell on the corridor on the third floor. Yan Ruyu's identity had been spread as early as the first day. At this time, her wing was full of people, They all came to congratulate Lady Du.

A group of people laughed redly, as if they had already seen the result from the imperial cook, but Yan Ruyu, who was complimented and congratulated by everyone, was smiling from the corners of her eyes and brows, and it could be seen that she also believed that Mrs. Du would win without a doubt.

Is it really Mrs. Du?

Baitang's heart was blocked.

I don't know how long I waited, but I finally got the result of the final round of competition.

However, to everyone's surprise, it was not Lady Du!

How is this possible? Yan Ruyu's almond eyes widened in surprise, Did you hear it wrong?

Li Zhi said anxiously: I thought I heard it wrong, so I asked again and again.

Lady Du was not as happy and angry as Yan Ruyu, but she could see that her expression had cooled down.

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

Lizhi lowered her head: ...that's... that's Zuixianju.

The final winner was not Du Niangzi, but Zuixianju. This shocking news almost blew up Tianxianglou, although the chef surnamed Yu also came from Tianxianglou, and because Chef Yang and the signboard The matter of cooking has gained some fame, but it is still not up to par with Du Niangzi.

Is there a mistake?

I heard that the boss of Zuixianju is the deputy leader of the Jiangzuo Merchant League.

The implication of this guest is that Zui Xianju has left the relationship.

Heh, why didn't you say that Mrs. Du's backstage is the daughter of the general's mansion? And the backstage of the daughter of the general's mansion is the young master of Yancheng? Bai Tang's words made the man speechless.

Another person said: But I heard that the little cook in Zuixianju was the one who was rescued by the second prince himself yesterday. She is the second prince's woman. If there is anyone in the world who is not afraid of the young master's mansion, when It belongs to the Second Highness.

His Highness the Second Highness is the emperor's most important prince, and his mother and concubine are in charge of the harem. She is a truly uncrowned queen. With such a status, she 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 voices of dissatisfaction. No one believed that the cook of Zuixianju had really won Mrs. Du by virtue of his ability, and Mrs. Du herself didn't believe it either.

Du Niangzi shook her head and said, Impossible, I used the old stew made by my master, it is impossible to lose.

A man fighting for Mrs. Du said: Please come out, the imperial chef! We want to ask for an explanation!

People's hearts are always easy to be incited. With the first ones, naturally there will be no less follow the crowd.

Another man stood up and said, Yes! Ask for an explanation! Let us also see what kind of skills he used to defeat Du Niangzi!

Judging is the business of the royal chefs, of course they will not change the results at will just because someone is making trouble, but Mrs. Du came to her door.

As soon as she entered the room, she smelled an indescribable smell. It was not as pungent as stinky tofu, but it was cold and lingering, and followed her everywhere.

Under the cover of this smell, the stewed meat she cooked could not even smell the slightest bit.

How could this be? What she uses is the old bittern known as thyme that is brewed by the master...

Madam Du was so smoked that she almost forgot about her business, but fortunately she came back to herself in time, she looked at the six imperial cooks in the wing room, and asked in puzzlement: Masters, I don't know what skills I am inferior to others, and I lost to the drunken cooks. Xianju?

Her expression was pure, and her tone was full of disdain for Zuixianlou.

A famous chef of her status naturally has the capital to look down on a Zui Xianju.

The imperial chefs wanted her to taste Zuixianju's craftsmanship, but they were all dumbfounded when they saw the empty earthen pots on the table.

It was agreed to only take one bite, so why did the bald disappear?

The leader, Zhang Yuchu, cleared his throat and ordered someone to call the uncle who was going to the wing.

The uncle has already known the final result, so it is not surprising that he was called up. In the two-day contest, he could see that Mrs. Du's temper was high and proud. Except for Chef Bao, he probably didn't pay attention to anyone. He won her, presumably she is not convinced.

When he saw Mrs. Du was there, he became more certain of his guess.

I've met a few adults. He bowed and bowed while sticking his cane.

Yu Chu had heard that he was a lame cook, but he was still surprised when he saw him. He was neither humble nor overbearing, with an indescribable demeanor, as expected of someone who had seen the world in Tianxiang Tower.

Zhang Yuchu bluntly expressed Du Niangzi's doubts: ... What do you think? Do you also think that we made a mistake in our judgment?

The uncle didn't answer in a hurry, but walked to the dining table, glanced at the dishes made by Mrs. Du, picked up the chopsticks, and tasted a few mouthfuls carefully, including the soup, elbow skin, elbow meat, and even side dishes one by one. up.

I heard that Mrs. Du used old stew made by Chef Bao? He put down his chopsticks and said.

Du Niangzi said in a high voice: That's right, it's the old brine made by my master and the old man himself.

The uncle said: I didn't have the chance to meet old Bao when I was working in Tianxiang Building, but I was lucky enough to taste the old stew left by his old man. It seems that the taste is not the same as that cooked by Mrs. Du.

Madam Du frowned: What do you mean? Do you suspect that I'm using my master's gimmick?

The uncle shook his head and said, That's not what I mean. I just think that Mrs. Du only has her appearance, not her spirit, and she doesn't appreciate the essence of this brine.

Mrs. Du shook her plain hand, and looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. It wasn't that he was serious, but that he was right. When her master handed her this jar of old brine, she once said to her Similar words: Wanqing, when you can appreciate the essence of this altar of brine, you will be qualified to inherit the mantle of being a teacher.

She studied for three full years, and finally made a taste that she was satisfied with. She didn't believe that she hadn't succeeded yet, and it must be the cripple who was speaking alarmistly.

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

The uncle didn't answer her in a hurry, but asked instead: Can you lend me any spare old brine?

Lady Du winked at the accompanying servants, and the servants went to the kitchen to fetch the remaining half jar of old brine.

Without further ado, the uncle carried Lao Lu to the kitchen.

Seeing him coming over with a jar of old brine, Yu Wan 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 was going to cook, and thought it was a complicated dish, but unexpectedly, it was a bowl of bland noodles, not expensive vegetable oil, but lard, a boiled poached egg, and a few slices of green onion , a spoonful of brine is all the seasoning.

The aroma of the old stew is far less rich than that made by Mrs. Du, and even because of the aroma of chopped green onion and lard, it completely loses the high-end feeling, more like the smell you inadvertently smell when passing by a commoner's house.

Mrs. Du thought of the greasy stove in the country, 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 scallion and lard coming from the bowl. She had never eaten such a dishonorable thing since she became rich: Do you know how valuable my master's old brine is? You just ruined it like this. gone?

Let's eat. The uncle also gave her the chopsticks.

Madam Du frowned, because she could approve one, two, three later, so she would not hesitate to speak out.

However, after eating only one chopstick, his whole body froze.

The imperial cooks looked at her one after another, only to see that Lady Du, who was defiant a moment ago, was holding a bowl of noodles, her eyes were red.

The royal chefs were stunned.

Du Niangzi's tears rolled in her eyes: Yes...

The uncle took a deep breath and continued for her: It's missing.

Chef Bao misses his missing son and his wife who died in depression. That's why he has this old way. What he wants is not the prosperity of a gluttonous feast, but a home that is too ordinary.

Mrs. Du came from a slightly cold background. What she cares most about is her own background. In order to get rid of the shadow of the past, she cut off everything related to the past. She only has ambitions in her heart, but no worries.

A person who has nothing to worry about can't understand the loneliness of Chef Bao.

What's more, the uncle didn't say any more, and he didn't blush and argue about the result. He bowed to the royal cooks, limped out of the wing with his crutches.

In the eyes of the royal chefs, the back figure is obviously disabled, but it is tall and majestic, as tall and straight as a pine.

etc.

Chef Zhang called him.

Uncle Burton stopped in his tracks and turned around inconveniently.

Zhang Yuchu said: What is that dish you made?

A smile appeared on the uncle's weathered face: My family, A Wan, said it's snail noodles.

The rooms of the royal chefs are on the first floor, which is the closest room to the lobby. The crowd watching the bustle saw Mrs. Du rushing in unwillingly, and then saw the crippled cook from the Zuixian Building being called in by the royal chefs. .

After that, the cook went to the kitchen again and made a new dish.

It seems that the royal chefs have shaken their judgment and let him show off again.

In this case, you will usually lose.

Everyone was waiting to see a good show again.

Not long after, the crippled cook came out, and there was no joy on his face, so they just said, they lost!

But the moment he came out, a woman's suppressed cry came from the room behind him.

Everyone was stunned again.

what's the situation?

Yan Ruyu came down anxiously, and said to the accompanying Lizhi: Go and see how the result is? Why is Mrs. Du still inside?

Yes! Li Zhi hurriedly responded, and was about to step forward to find out, but Lady Du opened the door and came out.

Her eye sockets and nose tip were red, and there were tears in her eyes.

Everyone stared at her dumbfounded.

I lost.

she says.

There was a sudden silence in the lobby, and Yan Ruyu suddenly changed color: Ms. Du!

Madam Du bowed reverently in the direction her uncle left, which was her affirmation and respect for a master from the bottom of her heart.

Yan Ruyu became more and more unbelievable: Miss Du, do you know what you are doing!

It's not terrible that Yu Chu judged her to lose, but what's terrible is that she admits defeat herself. In this way, even if she wants to help her regain the situation, it's impossible!

Miss Du, you... Yan Ruyu was so angry that her breathing became disordered.

Lady Du turned her head and glanced at her.

Yan Ruyu felt unfamiliar with the suddenly thinned look in his eyes.

Mrs. Du said softly: Thank you, Ms. Yan, for your help. You and I met once. I am also a teacher and a friend. I am very grateful for this friendship.

Yan Ruyu ran into Mrs. Du back then. It was during a torrential rain that Mrs. Du's carriage got stuck in the quagmire. Unfortunately, she ran over another person. The person was not a simple person. He was the son of a local state official. It was Yan Ruyu who came forward to resolve the crisis for Mrs. Du. .

In order to repay her kindness, Mrs. Du followed Yan Ruyu into Beijing.

But along the way, she taught Yan Ruyu all her money, never refused Yan Ruyu's requests, and she did not owe Yan Ruyu anything.

I want to ask Miss Yan to resign, she said.

Where are you going? Yan Ruyu asked.

Lady Du said: Go back to the village first.

Village...? Yan Ruyu was startled. Isn't Lady Du from a wealthy family? Her food and clothing, her rules and etiquette are three points more particular than her, the daughter of the general's mansion, why... how can she be a village girl?

Lady Du shook off her burden, feeling relieved, she bowed to Yan Ruyu: Miss Yan, take your leave.

Yan Ruyu was dumbfounded, Mrs. Du was her trump card, and she still had a lot to use, so she just walked away, what should she do?

Wait! You... haven't you seen your master?

Lady Du sighed slowly: I'm ashamed, I'm not qualified to see his old man right now.

After all, without entanglement with Yan Ruyu anymore, under the dumbfounded gaze of everyone, he left Tianxiang Tower calmly.

Mrs. Du's sudden departure was something that Yan Ruyu never expected. Not only did she lose a big competition, but she also lost a lady Du. I was so angry that my heart ached!

Not long after Mrs. Du left, the Yu family also got into Master Qin's carriage.

Master Qin's heart was full of twists and turns, and he didn't worry about gains and losses when he asked to marry his wife.

Every time he thought that he would definitely lose, the Yu family could always surprise him again and again. Of course, he understood that the Yu family didn't work so hard for him, but he couldn't do without him, so he couldn't help being excited.

I've thought about it, even if I can't beat Divine Chef Bao tomorrow, I won't lower the price of stinky tofu!

Don't worry, it doesn't matter what the result is! Master Qin, I don't care anymore!

However, the Yu family is no longer competing for business.

Yu Wan looked at Master Qin with a smile, and Master Qin instantly understood her thoughts. He could only feel a fire burning in his chest. He hadn't felt this kind of enthusiasm for many years. He seemed to have returned to the time when he was wandering around, wandering around, The days of bumping into walls but never giving up.

He covered his heart and said with emotion: You...you really impress me!

Uncle also impresses me. Yu Wan turned her head and said to the uncle beside her.

Ever since the uncle defeated Mrs. Du, he has been acting cold.

Yu Wan bent her lips and said, Uncle is so handsome today.

When he won the part of Du Niangzi, he was so handsome that he had the aura of a male god.

Uncle, when your leg is cured, you will be so handsome every day.

Cough! The uncle, who had been cold all night, scratched his ears in a second, blushing innocently.

Master Qin sent Yu's family back to Lianhua Village. During the competition, Little Six came to report that he had sent Mrs. Yu and the two young masters back to the village.

Today is a bit later than yesterday, the lights at home have been turned off, Yu Wan jumped off the carriage, said goodbye to Master Qin, turned and entered the house.

Jiang Shi and Xiao Tiedan had already fallen asleep, Yu Wan moved lightly, took a shower, changed clothes, and walked lightly to the bed.

The quilt has been spread out, and it is bulging inside.

It must be the little iron egg again.

At the age of six, you still climbed on your sister's bed, are you ashamed?

Yu Wan was angry and funny, she pulled back the quilt and lay down, and reached out to touch it.

One egg, two eggs, three eggs? !

Three baby eggs\\(≧▽≦)/

There is one more, see you later.