After finally sorting out the ingredients and seasonings, Deng Rongrong didn't draw any other meat. She was really confused. The big man was also dumbfounded. He had almost no more meat on his side, and the most terrifying thing was a big sheep's head.
Song Yue's place is okay, there are both meat and vegetarian dishes, and the seasonings are basically good.
Now the diners below also started to murmur and their eyes looked strange.
"This is so unfair. Why are Miss Song's dishes so evenly distributed?"
"That's right, I'm afraid the government did it on purpose?"
"Tsk, I saw it early on. This government office must want to promote Miss Song."
"I heard that Miss Song is close to the prince of the Qing'an Marquis family? And she often interacts with people in the government office and often sends food to the government office."
"Ms. Deng's daughter is so miserable. She doesn't even have a few decent things. She might as well just admit defeat."
"That's right, what dish can you make from a piece of pork belly? Isn't that just kidding?"
"Is Miss Song's food really delicious? Don't be fooled just because others say it's delicious!"
With so many people in Wucheng, there are always a few who dislike Song Yue. Some are secretly jealous of her, and some are colleagues who resent her because they are forced to fail in their business.
It’s just that normally eighty to ninety percent of the people in the city protect Song Yue, so they can’t say anything and can only hate her secretly. Today, they finally caught her and wanted to make a fuss.
Some of those who were hesitant were shaken at once. Indeed, how could such a big bucket of bamboo sticks be just right for today's draw?
Miss Deng can use all the seasonings, but the only meat she has is a piece of pork belly. Although the pork belly is very beautiful, with the right balance of fat and lean meat, there is only one meat dish and four or five vegetarian dishes, and the rest are all seasonings.
Isn't that outrageous?
The other big guy was funnier, all meat, which made people laugh, but how could this be a competition? Just like he said, just stew it until tomorrow?
"The government didn't do a good job this time. How can we compete in this matter? Wouldn't it be a joke?"
"Indeed, it feels like the government is protecting Miss Song. Look at her smug face!"
Someone said something sarcastically, and everyone looked at the stands. Indeed, Song Yue was the only one who remained calm. She looked naturally good in her green top. However, Deng Rongrong, who was chubby and cute, had an expression of distress on her face. She was so worried that her eyes were red and she looked pitiful.
The big man's face was also full of dejection and lifelessness. He even said to Qin Duruo, "Just let me lose! If it's fair, we can still have this competition. If it's this kind of competition, there's no need to continue!"
Qin Duruo was not afraid of this harsh remark at all. He just said, "If you want to give up the competition, that's fine too. But I suggest you listen to the following rules first, so you don't regret it later."
The big man was almost so angry that he admitted defeat, but at this point no one wanted to give up so directly, so he held his breath and told him to speak quickly!
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The Food Guide of a Little Lucky Girl (Part 2)
Historical FictionAfter waking up from a dream, Song Yue's soul traveled directly to a fictional dynasty. Not only did she become a little farm girl, but her family was extremely poor. Fortunately, the exchange system came along. We have all the top-quality ingredi...