Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 694
No matter what other people said, Meng Kejun still didn't express anything, and just stood there blankly.

Seeing Meng Kejun's dazed and stupid look, Wang Zhujun almost burst out laughing.

It seemed that at this point, she really had no choice but to stand there stupidly waiting to lose.

Until everyone's lottery was drawn, Meng Kejun carefully compared the order of appearance.

An Zhenqi was the first to appear, followed by Shun Fuhua, Dongxinglou, and Jufulou. This time, Xianghelou was the last to appear.

After carefully comparing the order of arrangement, Meng Kejun, who stood still for a long time, suddenly turned around and walked to the counter on the other side.

He took a pen and a menu card, and wrote the words "Longfeng Soup" on it squarely.

When Meng Kejun was writing the menu, everyone's eyes focused on her again.

"Ouch! I wrote the menu, hi!"

"Come closer, why don't you step on your feet to see what is written, is it a snake? Or a pangolin or a civet?"

"Oh! I can't see clearly. The characters are too small to read clearly."

The smile on Wang Zhujun's face also froze suddenly at this moment.

Writing menu cards, can she still write menu cards at this time?

It wasn't until this time that she suddenly noticed that Qiaohui, who had been standing beside Meng Kejun, had been staring at her since she came in.

In addition to the hateful look in her eyes, there was a sneer at the corner of her mouth that she had ignored.

"Boss, there is a menu board in Fengyu Garden."

Meng Kejun smiled and handed the written menu to the owner of Babaozhai.

"Dragon and phoenix soup?"

The boss of Babaozhai looked at the three words on the menu in surprise.

What surprised him was not the ingredients of this dish, but this soup. You must know that in more than ten competitions, no one has ever used soup to compete.

We all know that the soup competition is the most disadvantaged, not only because it takes a long time, but also because the taste is not easy to grasp.

If the taste is too strong, the authentic taste of the ingredients will be lost.

If the taste is too bland and you can't taste anything, then you can only lose.

"Dragon and Phoenix Soup? What is Dragon and Phoenix Soup?"

This is the first time someone has heard such a strange dish name.

"Where are we going to catch the dragon and the phoenix? You have to be able to catch them!"

Everyone in Longfeng has heard a lot of it, but they have never seen anyone see it, and this is also boiled with dragon and phoenix soup.

"You don't know that!"

Some gourmets explained, "Dragon and phoenix soup is not really made of dragon and phoenix, but chicken and snake. The snake is the dragon, and the chicken is the phoenix."

"Snake and chicken are stewed together, so they are stewed together, and they have a mysterious name like dragon and phoenix."

The man raised his own objections to the name, feeling that the name was too mysterious, and he was somewhat unwilling to accept it.

The person who explained it heard his words and shook his head helplessly. With such a person, it is useless to say anything to him.

Wang Zhujun was even more dumbfounded when he heard the word "Longfeng Tang" from the mouth of the owner of Babaozhai.

Dragon and phoenix soup, Meng Kejun is still making dragon and phoenix soup at this time.

She has already monopolized all the snakes in the market, where can she get snakes, and where can she make dragon and phoenix soup.

Amidst the doubts on her face, the boss of Babaozhai hung up the menu.

After a while, I saw An Zhenqi coming out with a purple casserole.

He walked to the judges' seat and said, "Hey - I thought I would draw the last lottery just like yesterday! If it was the last lottery, this dragon and phoenix soup can be boiled for another half a minute. It tastes better that way."

Although An Zhenqi shook his head and breathed out, the smile on his face did not decrease at all.

Because the purple casserole was covered, the judges sitting in the front row couldn't see anything even if they stood on tiptoes and raised their noses desperately, they could only smell a faint fragrance in the air.

It's not just the judges who can't wait, but the judges who are sitting in the judges' seats are also a little impatient.

As soon as the lid of the purple casserole was lifted, a strong fragrance came out.

It is no exaggeration, it was really extinguished.

The old hen used to make the soup base was selected by Meng Kejun himself at the farmer's home.

When the snake meat was put into the purple casserole for stewing, An Zhenqi was still on the leaking edge of the purple casserole, covered with moist yellow mud.

In this way, only a small hole on the lid of the purple casserole leaks a little air, so that all the aroma can be locked in the purple casserole.

This is also the reason why the judges raised their noses just now and still couldn't smell much, and it is also why when the lid is lifted, the rich fragrance will come directly to the face.

The dragon and phoenix soup was served to the judges, and they were not in a hurry to scoop the soup into their mouths immediately.

Instead, he looked carefully at the color of the soup in the bowl.

It was the first time they had met anyone who dared to compete with soup.

The soup bottom is golden and clear, without oil slicks and impurities, and the soup is rich in aroma.

This is to see first, then smell, and finally to taste with the tongue.

The soup has a strong taste, and you can taste the sweetness of the snake meat and the deliciousness of the hen.

Snake meat, soft and tender in the mouth, chicken, smooth in the mouth.

The tastes of the two ingredients not only do not conflict, but also complement each other and mix.

"Good! Good! It's really good!"

The judge sitting on the farthest side, after serving out the soup in the bowl, Lian Sheng said three good things.

"Yes! Not bad! Not bad! I have been a judge for many years, but this is the first time I have met someone who dares to compete with soup. Master An's skill in cooking snakes is really well-deserved!"

The other had a gray beard, and the elder who seemed to be the oldest in the jury was stroking his gray beard while talking.

The judge sitting below, smelling the fragrance and watching the judges slowly tasting it, really almost salivated.

As expected, this time, Fengyuyuan won the grand slam again, and all the judges gave An Zhenqi a big red flower.

An Zhenqi's ability to serve the dragon and phoenix soup with snakes as ingredients was unexpected by Wang Zhujun, but there were other things that made her even more unexpected.

Gu Weisheng was the last one to enter the stage. The judges picked up the bowls and chopsticks and picked up the flavored snake he served. Who knows, the judge who ate it first spit out the snake meat after only one bite. None of them took into account their image as a literati.

"Snake meat so thick, spicy and spicy, this is the most unpalatable snake dish I have ever eaten."

"It doesn't feel that strong without comparison. Now that we have the dragon and phoenix soup in front of Master An for comparison, what is this?"

Then another judge put down his bowl and chopsticks, and said something rude to Gu Weisheng.

"What did you say?"

When the judges said that the snake dishes he cooked carefully were nothing, and that he was no match for An Zhenqi, Gu Weisheng was immediately annoyed.

He rushed to the judge who said that, "You old bastard, how dare you say that my cooking is not as good as that old bastard, I think you are tired of living."

After speaking, he was about to swing his fist at the judge's face.

Immediately, the jury was in chaos.

(End of this chapter)