Song Yutang silently covered his face, unable to explain at all, "Mom, Boyan, it's really not what you think..."
"Okay, okay, don't speak for him." Li Xiulan patted her hand, his eyes gentle but firm. "Mom knows that you are soft-hearted. But when it comes to feelings, you have to break them off. You are a good child and deserve someone better."
Jiang Boyan is still aggrieved. "I just can't stand that kind of irresponsible man. He talks sweetly when kissing, and runs faster than a rabbit when something happens. What kind of thing?"
"Boyan." Li Xiulan glared at him. "Stop talking, your sister-in-law has her own sense of proportion."
Jiang Boyan then reluctantly shut up, but still muttered in a low voice, "Anyway, if you run away after the kiss, what good thing can a girl face alone?"
Li Xiulan glared at him again and looked at Song Yutang lovingly. "Yutang, no matter what choice you make, mom will support you. If you want to fall in love, go for it. If you want to get married, mom will prepare a dowry for you. Muyan You don't have to worry over there, we will take care of it. As long as you are happy, that is more important than anything else."
Jiang Boyan also came over, patted his chest and promised, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, if anyone dares to bully you in the future, I will be the first to rush up and beat him. It doesn't matter if the guy named Gu is good to you, but if he is bad to you, I will never let him go. Anyway, he performed very poorly this time, and I am not satisfied."
Song Yutang dumbfounded.
He opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.
Forget it, since I can't explain it clearly, I won't explain it at all.
Anyway, as long as the truth comes out, they will understand.
Fortunately, Li Xiulan mother and son did not hold back. After giving him a few words, they went back to their own affairs.
Song Yutang looked at their backs and smiled helplessly.
Just let it be a misunderstanding.
But this is the first time in history that a family wants to marry off its daughter-in-law and sister-in-law.
Well...
She is lucky to meet such a family.
Only such a family can teach a person like Jiang Muyan...
Not long after, the two chefs also finished their work.
The eight dishes were placed on two tables in the hall according to the banquet regulations.
Each dish is labeled with a number, but not which chef made it.
Each diner received an anonymous number plate when entering.
Each dish can be voted for once, and you can vote for Chef No. 1, Chef No. 2, or abstain.
After tasting all eight dishes, the votes will be tallied and the one with the most votes will win.
After all the dishes have been tasted, the voting ends, and the judges begin to count the votes.
He Bingzheng stood beside him with his head held high, a confident smile on his lips, and a hint of contempt for Jiang Guoqiang: "Announce the results quickly, don't wait any longer."
The judges cleared their throats and read out the votes for the first dish, "Chef No. 1, thirty-six votes. Chef No. 2, twenty-five votes."
He Bingzheng's expression changed on the spot, and he blurted out. "This is impossible, is it cheating? Why can Jiang Guoqiang also have twenty-five votes?"
It was also at this time that Song Yutang realized that He Bingzheng was the No. 1 chef and Jiang Guoqiang was the No. 2 chef.
Zhao Cuifeng picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of both dishes, then put down his chopsticks leisurely. "Chef No. 1's dishes are exquisite and exquisite, and every bite can be eaten. But Chef No. 2's dishes are more pot-like, that is... more flavorful, so I vote for No. 2."
He Bingzheng's face was livid and he said angrily, "You have already participated in the ribbon cutting, so naturally you are in the same group as Jiang Family."
An older customer took a bite and voted for No. 2. He raised his hand tremblingly. "The dish No. 2 tastes the same as what my wife made. As soon as you eat it, you can tell it is freshly fried and fresh and clean."
The elder sister who was washing dishes next to her smiled honestly, "The No. 1 dish is quite delicious, but... it's not a big meal. It's delicious after a few mouthfuls, but I'll get tired of it after eating too much. No. 2 is more to my taste."
"..." He Bingzheng opened his mouth, completely speechless.
The votes for the second dish have also been tallied: Chef No. 1 has 50 votes and Chef No. 2 has 11 votes.
He Bingzheng finally felt proud and raised his chin even higher. "Apprentices who have become monks halfway are not good enough. They must be orthodox and pass on directly."
Jiang Guoqiang didn't have any reaction, and nodded sincerely. "He Imperial Cuisine is indeed well-deserved. I have to learn the cooking and knife skills for this dish for a long time."
Li Xiulan was tugging at his chef uniform in a low voice. "Aren't you worried?"
Jiang Guoqiang looked at her inexplicably. "What are you worried about?"
"Our restaurant has just opened, and you lost in a cooking competition with others. Will anyone come here again?"
Jiang Guoqiang smiled frankly, "Everyone in the world needs to eat, and there can't be just one chef. Some people like Chef He's food, and naturally some people like mine. As long as our food is delicious, clean and hygienic, and the price is moderate, there will definitely be people coming."
Li Xiulan laughed angrily at his arrogance, "You have a pretty good attitude."
Jiang Guoqiang waved his hand casually, speaking in a calm but down-to-earth tone, "Food is three meals a day, it is life. The competition is only temporary, but life is forever. A restaurant is nothing if it is prosperous for a while. It is normal for customers to come to eat twice because of freshness. But what can really retain people is to eat comfortably and eat for a long time. Only if the guests feel comfortable and are willing to come often to eat, then it is a good restaurant."
Song Yutang couldn't help but glance at him.
My father-in-law is indeed illiterate and doesn't know how to speak politely, but these few words are quite reasonable.
This may be his pursuit of cooking skills and the simplest ingenuity of an ordinary person.
Several judges nearby also seemed surprised and glanced at him frequently.
He Bingzheng Seeing that something was wrong, he confidently urged the announcement of the third dish.
As a result, when the third dish was served, He Bingzheng had sixteen votes, and the remaining votes were all for Jiang Guoqiang.
He Bingzheng jumped on the spot, his face turned red. "Why? He actually uses butter for a Chinese dessert? This is not authentic at all. Where did the butter come from the recipe passed down by our ancestors?"
Jiang Guoqiang explained calmly, "God of Cookery Cookbook does use lard. I have tried it many times. The lard is too greasy and is not acceptable to young people. The butter makes it more fragrant and smooth, and has a softer texture. I think food is for eating and should keep pace with the times."
He Bingzheng was furious. "You are just forgetting your ancestors. How can you change your ancestors' things casually?"
Song Yutang was afraid that Jiang Guoqiang would suffer, so he stood up neither humble nor arrogant. "Everything should be taken from the essence and discarded from the dross. The ancient methods that should be followed should be followed, but the areas that should be improved can also be improved. Keep improving and keep pace with the times, and you can't say there is anything wrong with anything."
Zhao Cuifeng also helped. "That's right, I don't care what oil you use, as long as it tastes good."
Jiang Boyan followed and shouted, "Chef He, your Kung Fu cuisine is good, but ordinary people like us can't eat it more than a few times a year. I've been eating Chef Jiang's improved dishes since I was a kid, and I never get tired of eating them every day."
Jiang Guoqiang also nodded. "Actually, many dishes still have to follow the ancient methods to be delicious. It can even be said that the key to the success of a dish lies entirely in the ancient cooking process. But after all, so many years have passed, times have progressed, the types of seasonings have increased, and the tastes have also changed. In other words, the dishes are made for people to eat. First, the people who eat them must find it delicious, then it is a good dish."