When the last match of Song Yue's competition started, the three of them were still quite relaxed.
Deng Rongrong and the big man were very friendly. They stood on the stage together. Today, the three of them would compete in front of everyone.
There were three temporary stoves on the stage, and a small long table next to each.
On the far right side there was a long table filled with food ingredients. The yamen runner brought a bamboo tube for drawing lots, with food ingredients drawn on it. Everyone had to use whatever ingredient they drew.
Apart from this, each person can only bring three condiments of their own, and the rest must be used on site.
Song Yue vaguely felt that this government office was quite good at playing, and it was similar to her modern way of competing. Whether she could draw the ingredients or something else she wanted next time was not certain, and she finally became interested.
After listening to the rules, the three of them began to draw lots and took turns. The yamen runners announced the ingredients, and naturally other yamen runners would help bring their dishes to their seats.
Qin Duruo resisted the urge to look at Song Yue, like an emotionless reporting robot, "One winter melon! Two loofahs, ten eggs..."
Whoever drew the lot would take it and read it out. The yamen runners behind him were busy, but everyone could see it, so there was no mistake.
An Jin came here specially today to show his support. This is his master's last competition, and Ding Xiang is also very nervous.
"These ingredients are so messy and mixed, it's really hard to compare them. This is too difficult!"
Ding Xiang sighed nervously and couldn't help but mutter to herself. An Jin became nervous because of what she said, "Master is so powerful, he will be fine!"
The buns next to her suddenly appeared, and she nervously clenched her handkerchief and said in a tense voice, "My master has been practicing hard for a long time. He has cooked all kinds of ingredients, including those that fly in the sky, run on the ground, and crawl in the woods. But he didn't expect that there would be some that he didn't recognize. Where did he find the strange spices on the stage?! What if he draws something that smells bad?"
Ding Xiang and An Jin became more nervous because of what she said, and kept telling her to shut up. Deng Rongrong's personal maid Baozi also reacted and quickly made a "Pooh" sound.
The relatives or servants of the contestants were nervous, but the other diners felt that this way of competing was new and more of a test of one's cooking skills.
Everyone was discussing this and that with great pleasure.
"This is a great show! I can see how they do it with my own eyes, so I won't be afraid of them cheating!"
"I've wanted to see how Miss Song cooks since a long time ago, and today I finally get to see her!"
"Of course! There's so much to see today, two beautiful girls cooking! How can they be so beautiful? Especially Miss Song! She's so pretty!"
"There are much more ingredients here than at the beginning. If I have to use all of them, I'm afraid I'll have a headache!"
The diners were gossiping excitedly, and the three contestants gradually became numb.
Deng Rongrong has not been able to get any main dishes. Currently, she only has a piece of pork belly and two kinds of vegetables, and the rest are all seasonings.
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The Food Guide of a Little Lucky Girl (Part 2)
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