According to the rules of the selection competition, the contestants enter the infield to select ingredients in the order of hand draws, and these ingredients will be placed on the cooking table on the second day in the freshest condition.

The contestants below whispered, and at this moment, the host began to speak again: "Everyone knows that the theme of this competition is to find the ancients, and this pasta must naturally have traces to follow. There is also a latest rule of the organizing committee. From the first game, there will be at most two contestants sent by each team..."

An uproar—

"How can this be done? How can two people be enough if they do a complicated dish?!" Someone stood up with his fists and said loudly, extremely dissatisfied.

The host still kept a decent smile and slowly retorted: "In ancient times, there were many chefs who became banquets by one person."

Looking at the narrow eyes below made Yu Jian smile.

Guan Shanyue, who was sitting in the judges' seat, was also surprised. Could it be that Old Man Chu found out with conscience and persuaded the organizer to change the rules?

Shi Jiahua, who was sitting next to him, smiled and said something unknown: "Some chefs take themselves too seriously." Guan Shanyue looked at him in confusion, and saw that the smile on his face remained unchanged, and then turned around and whispered to Liu Chenggao.

The cameras on the scene were fully powered, and the spotlights kept flashing, recording everyone's expressions and movements.

Speaking of noodles, Yu Jian had an idea in his mind. There were twelve participating teams in total, and she was the ninth one, and some were far behind. I wonder if she could choose the ingredients she liked.

The competition is a point system, cruel but fair. The three judges on the field each account for 20 points, and the ten off-field judges each hold five points. Whoever can get to 100 points first will enter the next round, and this will be repeated.

"Nine please come in and choose ingredients." The staff shouted, Yu Jian retracted his thoughts, raised his hand, and stepped into the infield alone.

Looking at these food walls up close, it made people even more shocking. Yu Jian held the basket and observed it carefully bit by bit. Soon, he found what he wanted.

"Please give me a whole hindrance tomorrow, thank you." Yu Jian reminded the staff who recorded the record and felt relieved after seeing him record it completely.

The staff smiled and said, "Don't worry, you must be prepared as you ask." There was also exploration in his eyes. It was strange that such a young girl actually liked to hold a spatula like a bunch of old men.

Yu Jian pretended not to know what he was thinking, thanked him again, and then walked out the door. There were still several pairs of contestants waiting anxiously in the passage. Seeing Yu Jian coming out and his eyes were bright, a little apprentice who was about to be her slapped his lips. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by the master's cough. He stretched his head unconvincedly, and then shrank back in discouragement.

Yu Jian raised the corners of his lips. These people probably looked at her and wanted to find out some news from her.

When he arrived at the fork in the road, he turned around and Yu Jian turned into the passage of the lounge. He was about to knock on the door, but he was pulled up from it by Dali. Lin Fengxu raised his eyes and couldn't stop his joy: "Just want to find you, you came by yourself. Our senior brothers and sisters are really in tune with each other!"

Before Yu Jian could speak, Guan Shanyue's loud voice rang out from behind: "Mao Liu, close the door, do you want everyone to know our relationship?"

Lin Fengxu touched his nose, and he still had to sneak up on it...

He looked like a male disciple. When he saw Yu Jian who was pretty, Guan Shanyue looked like another. He didn't even ask about his well-being, but he just wanted to serve tea and water himself. He also heard that Yu Jian really only brought two good friends with no power. He sighed: "I thought your father would come with him..."

"Uncle Jianping is busy alone in the restaurant." Yu Jian held a teacup to warm his hands. The winter in the Magic City is different from that in the capital. The cold and coldness hurts the bones, "What's more... I can do it alone."

Guan Shanyue patted her shoulder, and her palm swept through Yu Jian's whole body with warmth, and her tone was sincere: "A Jian, if, if, if, you can't go to the end, don't be discouraged. You are still young and have a lot of opportunities."

Yu Jian took a deep breath, and a smile appeared in his lowered eyes. This old man cared for her. But at this time, before he even started, he was a little dispelled. She pretended to be unhappy and said coldly: "Do you have such no confidence in me?"

Guan Shanyue was speechless for a moment and looked carefully at her face. She only saw the shadows covered by the little girl's eyelids. His heart skipped a beat, and he was broken, and he said the wrong thing!

He quickly changed his breath, "I don't mean that, I mean if... it's just a possibility, not a certainty..." The more he explained, he became more and more confused. Guan Shanyue sighed and turned to Lin Fengxu who was laughing.

Why don’t you come and help your master. Guan Shanyue stared at him and condemned him silently.

Lin Fengxu wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and walked up to him and said, "Teacher, this is not what he meant, he still looks forward to you very much. He, Ah always said, Ah Jian is the most knowledgeable among all chefs and the best cooking skills among scholars..."

??

Is this a compliment?

The more Yu Jian listened, the more he felt something was wrong. He raised his eyes and looked at the two people singing and talking calmly.

After a long time, with a "pop" sound, my smile was as bright as a flower.

Only then did Guan Shanyue realize that she was playing with her hands again by such a little girl...

"By the way, A Jian, what are you going to do tomorrow's pasta?" Back to the topic, Guan Shanyue calmed down. The topic of the selection competition was agreed upon by the three judges. Although he had known the content for a long time, he would not be favored. He was just a little curious. Faced with such a dull test question, what kind of surprise would Yu Jian bring to them.

"Teacher Guan, have you heard of '阿阿'?"

Guan Shanyue breathed in and looked at the little girl's thick and raised eyelashes blinking, and her eyes showed a certain meaning. A Sichuan flickered between his eyebrows, and he was quite dissatisfied: "If you want to talk about Gugu, 'Zheng' is indeed a long history. But there are very few records of it in ancient books. Are you sure you can do it?"

I don’t know whether others will do it, but Yu Jian will definitely do it.

The ginger was formed very early. It was recorded in the Northern Wei Dynasty that this was the prototype of noodles. By the Tang Dynasty, after eating enough cakes, people began to look for fresh ways to eat them. The ginger was an improved noodles, commonly known as "noodle soup". The duck flower soup cake that Yu Jian once made was one of them.

The Tang Dynasty was prosperous, and the surrounding countries sent missions to Chang'an. Later, this kind of noodles-like food was introduced into neon, and after improvement, it became the "ramen" that was popular in neon.

Yu Jian's thoughts were pulled back to Chang'an City. In the box in the west city, light smoke came out in the morning, and there was a slogan of hawking. Among them, there was this "阿阿" stall. The owner of the shop brought the noodles into various shapes, thin strips, long strips, leaf-shaped, square, thick strips, and thin strips...

What she wanted to do was the ordinary and unusual food on the tables of the people in Chang'an - Wuwei Hutu Teng.
Chapter completed!