Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Originally, we had planned for the whole family to cook the dishes and reveal them together, but we really couldn't wait any longer, so we just had to see the Zaizai's craftsmanship first.

Shi Yan rearranged all the "entry" works on the table, and then unveiled the mysteries one by one.

Qiao Jinshu sighed: "Everyone looks good. This is much better than what my second brother did before."

Xiao Yuchen glanced at Qiao Jinshu, who immediately handed over the chopsticks with a smile.

"My cooking is pretty good, and my wife has praised me." Xiao Yuchen took the chopsticks, but didn't try it yet because he had to wait for Song Tingran to eat first.

"Yes, yes, second brother is right."

Song Tingran began to taste each dish carefully. Shi Yan and the others also followed her steps and tasted each dish one by one.

The Zaizai are still young, and most of their thoughts are on their faces. When they eat a certain dish, their expressions are different.

After they were all eaten, the judging began.

Song Tingran and her husband expressed their opinions.

Wen Ci: "This minced meat tofu should be made by Sichuan." He was very confident. He didn't know that Song Chuan could make this. He thought that this was the dish that had all the color, flavor and flavor. He didn't believe that anyone except the talented People other than Song Chuan can make it.

Minced Pork Tofu

Of course, Song Can also had talent, but Wen Ci had never taught her, so she immediately targeted Song Chuan.

Shi Yan: "I don't believe this minced meat tofu was made by children. It looks like Wen Li's craftsmanship. The taste is very similar."

Song Tingran also thought so. Everyone unanimously voted that Song Chuan made the minced meat tofu, and recorded the answer, which was finally revealed.

Xiao Yuchen pointed to a dish of fried tofu with garlic sprouts, "I don't know anything else, but this dish has my style, it must be Xiaoyi's."

Song Qingyi was surprised, staring at so many dishes on the table, puzzled, "Dad, don't talk nonsense, this is not what I cook."

Fried tofu with garlic sprouts

"Then which one do you do?"

"I can't tell you that. This is a competition, so I can't talk about it."

There are also other voices. For example, Qiao Jinshu thinks that the garlic sprouts tofu was made by Song Lingjia. The reason is very simple. Song Lingjia is not good at cooking and has a strange mind.

Everyone voted individually, and the records were clearly recorded on the paper. Zaizai also participated. After the answers were revealed, rewards would be distributed according to the number of correct guesses.

There were huge differences later on. Almost everyone had their own ideas, so I recorded them one by one according to their personal ideas. This was so busy that Shi Yan was so busy that he started from the very beginning on a piece of paper. It became a mess, and only the person who recorded it knew what was going on.

After all the voting for the dishes is over, it’s time for the exciting announcement of the results.

The seven dishes were placed around the outer circle of the table, and the Zaizai were all standing in front of their respective creations at this moment.

There is no suspense that the minced pork tofu is indeed made by Song Chuan. This is the only dish that everyone guessed correctly.

Song Chuan was still a little annoyed. He had known better and would not have done so well. Wen Li hugged him and praised, "My Sichuan is great. When you are older, dad will take you to a restaurant to practice. "

Song Tingran touched Song Chuan's little head and said, "Chuan is so good at cooking when he is only six years old. If he opens a restaurant when he grows up, it will definitely be much bigger than the Song family restaurant now."

Song Chuan did not refute such words, but he really never thought about opening a restaurant like his father in the future. He has not thought about it yet, he just wants to learn more about literacy and reading.

Qiao Jinshu exploded, very incredible, as if he saw Manfu turning into a human being.

"Jiajia, tell me, did you make this pork ribs and potatoes stew?"

Song Lingjia hummed, his face full of pride, "How about it, Dad? This is my specialty."

"I don't believe it. Who did it for you, Chuan or Cancan, or... An An?" Qiao Jinshu was not sure.

"This is what I did, okay, but..." Song Lingjia began to hesitate. Her confidence was still a little weaker in front of Qiao Jinshu.

"It's nothing, it was blown out by me. I gave birth to it myself. How can I not know that you can make such pork ribs and potatoes? I, Qiao Jinshu, write the three characters upside down."

Song Lingjia pursed her lips and smiled, then gently hit Qiao Jinshu's arm with her little hand.

"Dad, look at you, this is what I did, but something went wrong later, so Chuan helped me, just a little bit, a little bit."

The truth came out.

No wonder Song Lingjia and Song Chuan were the last to come out of the kitchen. Logically speaking, the minced meat tofu must be faster than the pork ribs.

Then this dish can't be regarded as made by Song Lingjia, it must be regarded as a collaboration between her and Song Chuan. No one guessed it correctly.

Song Can was standing next to a plate of fried pork with green beans. The green beans were of particularly good color and were cut into small pieces, making them easier to eat.

Stir-fried Pork with Beans

Exactly half of the people guessed it right. Song Tingran, Xiao Yuchen, Wen Ci, Song Lingjia, Shi Lean, Song Leyu, and Song Chuan all guessed it correctly.

Xiao Yuchen was very happy, "I guessed it, it's pretty accurate."

Song Qingyi made garlic sprouts tofu, Xiao Yuchen was still right, Qiao Jinshu was helpless, he had only been right so far, God, it was difficult for him to get a reward.

The only soup maker in the whole process was Song Changyue. The egg and persimmon soup she made was relatively average, but it still tasted good.

Sang Cheng cheered, watching his score being far ahead.

Shi Le'an and Song Leyu both cook relatively light dishes, namely stir-fried water spinach and stir-fried kohlrabi.

Very few people guessed correctly. In the final analysis, Xiao Yuchen was ranked first, Sang Cheng was second, and Song Lingjia was third...

The fourth place was Song Chuan. Unfortunately, there was no reward for the fourth place. It was just a little bit behind. He didn't feel much about it. Winning or losing had never been important to him. It was an important process.

Song Tingran took out his wallet and gave Song Lingjia five taels of silver as a reward for third place.

"I have five taels of silver here, and the second and fourth dads must have more." Song Lingjia looked forward to it, and at the same time gave Song Chuan three taels of silver in his hand.

"I don't want it. I am in fourth place and there is no reward." Song Chuan did not accept the money given by Song Lingjia.

"Oh, without you, I wouldn't be able to be the third place. This is just a cover-up. Besides, I hired foreign aid. It's right not to give me this reward. I'll share it with you. That’s what it should be.”

This was just a matter between children, and Song Tingran and her husband didn't care.

"The reward for second place is that you can be exempted from doing housework for three days." Song Tingran gestured with three fingers.

Sang was flattered and said, "Master Wife, I'm not used to not working. I feel uncomfortable doing nothing at home."