He Bingzheng opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.
The next few dishes still have their own winners and losers.
A heavy and sophisticated Kung Fu dish, Jiang Guoqiang is indeed a bit undercooked.
But for other dishes, Jiang Guoqiang wins without exception.
His combination of ancient and modern, as well as Chinese and Western, greatly enhances the taste of every dish.
The final result is of course slightly better than Jiang Guoqiang.
He Bingzheng, who had been arrogant all day long, looked at the guests in the hall and the huge gap in the number of votes, and finally lowered his shoulders and said, "I lost."
Jiang Guoqiang was a little embarrassed on the contrary, and quickly waved his hand. "There is no difference in taste. The main reason is that everyone's taste is different. The two Kung Fu dishes you made are indeed made with real skills. If you give me ten years, I may not be able to make them."
He Bingzheng's face looked a little better, but he still snorted arrogantly.
Song Yutang was unhappy when he saw this virtue and said directly, "Chairman He, didn't you just say that? If you lose, kneel down and worship Chef Jiang as your chef."
After all, he is the direct descendant of the God of Cooking and the head of this generation.
For Shuangxi's sake, she never wanted to embarrass him.
But this old man is really a bit bullying.
If you let him continue to rely on his old age, it will only ruin the reputation of Shuangxi.
Since he insists on being stubborn, we must give him some color.
He Bingzheng Petrochemical on the spot: (￣△￣;)
His assistant saw something was wrong and hurriedly stood up and argued. "That's what you say, but Chef Jiang has improved it, and it can no longer be regarded as the orthodox He family. It is not a faction, so it can't be said to be a disciple?"
Song Yutang didn't like hearing this. "The God of Cooking used to cook for people to eat, not for competitions, and not to follow ancient methods. In fact, he has been improving and innovating. Just because Chef Jiang has made improvements, it doesn't mean he is the successor of the God of Cooking."
He Bingzheng is a tough talker. "I think Chef Jiang's cooking style is really not like that of us, the descendants of the God of Cooking. At most, he just bought a recipe, which cannot be regarded as direct descendants. We, He Family, are the descendants of the God of Cooking, and we have a plaque personally given by Muzong."
Song Yutang folded his hands around his chest and pointed his fingers outward. "Don't we, Jiang Family, have any?"
He Bingzheng was stunned and asked suspiciously, "Where is it?"
Song Yutang raised his chin slightly. "Can't you see those three words at the door?"
He Bingzheng immediately mocked. "Don't tell me those three words are the plaque given by Muzong."
Song Yutang said calmly, "It was not given by Muzong myself."
He Bingzheng just opened her mouth, but before she could make a sound, she added slowly, "Muzong gave it to her mother herself."
"You're kidding me..." He Bingzheng was so angry that he blew his beard and stared.
Just as he was mid-sentence, an old man suddenly came excitedly from outside.
Seeing He Bingzheng, he walked forward excitedly. "Brother Elder He, guess what I saw? I just saw Empress Dowager Duanyi's handwritten inscription at the door."
The expressions of everyone present suddenly changed.
The old man was completely unaware and continued to talk happily, "The God of Cooking served Empress Dowager Duanyi before he left the palace. He was her exclusive chef. Let me just say, no wonder Chef Jiang spent one billion to make that cookbook. It turns out that he also He is the successor of the God of Cooking. I never expected that after so many years, such a line of inheritance could still be left behind. Tsk tsk... A meal can involve historical figures. Our country's culture is really long-standing, broad and profound."
He Bingzheng's eyes widened in disbelief, and his voice was trembling. "What did you say? That is really the inscription of Empress Dowager Duanyi on the door?"
The old man was not very happy on the spot. He puffed up his chest and said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "I am a history professor, cultural relics expert, and an authoritative expert who specializes in the history of the Jing Dynasty. How can I still admit my mistake? I didn't expect it. I was just curious to come to this restaurant to try it out today. I didn't expect to see an authentic handwriting of Empress Dowager Duanyi."
Li Xiulan and Jiang Guoqiang looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
What is Empress Dowager Duanyi's handwriting?
They don't know. They only know that the daughter-in-law chose the name herself, and then Butler Wang asked someone to make a plaque and hang it up.
That's all.
He Bingzheng looked at Song Yutang tremblingly, his lips trembled several times before he uttered a sound, "You... are you telling the truth?"
Song Yutang calmly spread his hands. "Let me ask you, what is Empress Dowager Duanyi's last name?"
He Bingzheng opened his mouth in confusion, unable to answer for a moment.
The professor next to him blurted out. "Empress Dowager Duanyi Song Corporation, there are clear records in unofficial history."
Song Yutang pointed to himself again and raised his eyebrows slightly. "Then what is my last name?"
The whole place was silent.
He Bingzheng took a breath. "Your surname is Song... are you a descendant of the Empress Dowager Duanyi family?"
Before Song Yutang had time to answer, the professor had already squeezed forward excitedly. "Are you a descendant of Song Corporation? I, Zeng Fan, am a professor of Cloud City University history, specializing in the Jing Dynasty history, or A member of National Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee. I have been studying Empress Dowager Duanyi over the years, but there are too few records about her in the history books, and the unofficial history is messy, and many places are unclear. I didn't expect that she actually has descendants alive. I have a few questions to ask you. Is it inconvenient for you?"
Song Yutang knows that there are not many records about him in history books, and they are very vague, and there are many rumors.
She actually wanted to know how future generations arranged her, and she also wanted to take this opportunity to correct her name.
So she nodded. "If you have any questions, just ask."
Professor Zeng took a deep breath and asked cautiously, "It is recorded in history books that after Muzong of Jing ascended the throne, the Queen Mother's natal family was exterminated. There are even rumors in unofficial history that Muzong is not Empress Dowager Duanyi was his own son, so he poisoned the Queen Mother to death on the night he ascended the throne, and then wiped out Song Family's entire family. What exactly happened? And since Song Family was wiped out, how did your team survive?"
Song Yutang just opened his mouth, He Bingzheng reluctantly interrupted, "Old Zeng, what about my cooking competition..."
Professor Zeng smiled awkwardly, "Then you go first, I will interview this lady after you finish the competition."
This time it was suddenly He Bingzheng's turn to be embarrassed.
It's already like this, what else is there to compare?
Do I have to serve Jiang Guoqiang with tea and kowtow to become my disciple?
Zhao Cuifeng spoke slowly, "Since Professor Zeng has proven that Chef Jiang is the direct descendant of the God of Cooking, and there is a plaque personally given by Empress Dowager Duanyi, should Chef He fulfill his promise and kneel down to call him master?"