When Song Yue opened her second shop, Song's Sweet Soup Shop, she was already very famous. People in the vicinity of Wucheng knew about her, and some even came specially to patronize her business, which was very prosperous.
The cooking competition was also very intense, with almost everyone talking about it.
For example, whose family is more powerful.
"If you ask me, there's a reason why Miss Song has been able to build such a big business. I heard that her fried river fish was the best on the day of the competition!"
"Yeah, yeah, the two old guys from her town are really no good. Everyone thought they came from the same place as Miss Song and would be very powerful, but in the end, the food they made was fishy and smelly."
"It's true. The two old men lost in the first round of the city exam. I heard they were still very unconvinced. They were yelling on the field with red faces and thick necks. Lord Lu almost ordered someone to beat them with a stick, but they were finally scared away."
"That illegitimate daughter of the Deng family is quite good. She is good at steaming fish, and it is said to be so delicious that it makes people drop their eyebrows. Everyone praises her."
"Isn't the second young lady of the Zhao family pretty good? A soft-shelled turtle stew is fragrant and nourishing. I heard that good medicinal materials were used. It must have cost a lot of money."
"Hey, how rich are these two families? The ingredients they bought must be the best! With so many good things, even boiled shoe soles are delicious."
"That makes sense, hahaha."
Everyone was whispering and chatting animatedly. Some said that there were a few good chefs. One was fat and had big ears and was called Fat Uncle, and the other was big and strong and was called Fat Sister-in-law. Although the two had similar body shapes, they were not relatives.
But it is said that after the competition, the two of them became godparents on the spot, and they were quite happy.
There are many other outstanding ones as well.
This is only the first round, and it’s hard to tell what’s going on. It will become more and more interesting as time goes on.
"Miss Song is really arrogant. She didn't even stay after winning, but ran after that prince."
"This is interesting. How did these two know each other? Why are they so close?"
"Who knows? It's rare, it's rare. I heard that this prince never lets anyone get close to him. Although his health is not good, with this appearance and family background, how many girls would fall in love with him? It's a pity that no one likes him. How can he be so close to Miss Song..."
In short, there is a lot of gossip to talk about in this competition. The whole Wucheng is extremely lively and prosperous, which is very pleasing.
Lord Lu couldn't help but nod his head when he saw it. Qin Duruo accompanied the Lord on the inspection in plain clothes to prevent others from seeing his official uniform and feeling uneasy and unable to let go.
This is Lord Lu’s little hobby.
Qin Duruo heard that seven or eight out of ten passers-by were talking about Song Yue. He felt heavy in his heart and was not very interested. He followed them silently.
Lord Lu stroked his beard and smiled, "Good, very good, this is how it should be! I heard that Miss Song's sweet soup is now available? Let's go and join in the fun."
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The Food Guide of the little lucky girl
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