"Qing'er, since it's a competition, you should be open to the competition."

Sun's family blocked firewood and passed the road.

"Don't be burdened. Even if you lose, it doesn't matter."

"No big deal, I just have to kneel down for you..."

Yang Ruoqing put rapeseed oil into the pot and started frying.

When she heard Sun's words, she felt moved in her heart.

But the corners of his lips curled up: "Mom, don't worry, my daughter won't embarrass you!"

I must win and defeat that green tea bitch!

When the sun went down, the evening banquet was served.

In the backyard, Yang Ruoqing's food is also ready.

She put the vegetables in two bowls, with the bowls turned upside down on top.

Just as he was preparing to carry it to the front yard for the competition, Luo Fengtang happened to come in.

Clean all the pig intestines in the bucket.

"Wow, it smells so good!"

He took a deep breath and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Yang Ruoqing chuckled: "Are you tired? I left a portion for you in the pot. Wash your hands, grab a pair of chopsticks and try it quickly. I'm going to the front yard first!"

…

Only women know the competition between chefs.

Under the constraints of Mrs. Tan and Mrs. Huang, no one dared to say a word to the men in the front yard.

So, when the dishes are served one after another.

The guests were only moved by the lingering fragrance, and were unaware of their invisible identity change.

Judges...

Food judges...

The movement of their chopsticks is related to the winning or losing of the two girls...

The guests drank and mingled in the front yard and ate enthusiastically.

In the backyard, Mrs. Tan led a group of women who helped, waiting in the dining hall.

Both participating parties were also present.

The women were all chattering there.

When Yang Yongjin delivered the dishes to the front yard on a tray, the owners of both dishes had their dishes turned upside down in their bowls to maintain a sense of mystery.

The woman only knew that the ingredient Yang Ruolan used was the tenderest tenderloin from pigs.

The ingredient Yang Ruoqing uses is pig intestines.

As for what kind of appearance he made, the woman didn't even know.

Now everyone is talking excitedly and waiting for the results.

In the dining hall, there are two people who are the quietest.

One is Yang Ruolan and the other is Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruolan sat there dignifiedly.

A pair of willow eyebrows were slightly raised, and a proud smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

Looks like a sure winner.

On the other hand, Yang Ruoqing.

He was sitting on the stool with his body tilted.

He looked lazy, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Time passed bit by bit.

In the front yard, the banquet is finally coming to an end.

The women in the dining hall were in high spirits.

Yang Ruolan quickly stood up and moved her lips towards Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing understood.

She is saying four words.

'You are destined to lose!'

ha?

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes in Yang Ruolan's direction.

The answer hasn't been revealed yet, is it too confident?

Everyone rushed to the front yard to remove dishes and chopsticks.

By this time, night had already fallen.

There were several soybean oil lamps lit in the main room.

The light is not very good.

In the main room in the front yard, the guests had dispersed, leaving only two tables in a mess.

"Hahaha, let me just say that the dishes made by my girl Lan are sure to win, right?"

Yang rushed to the front.

A pair of eyes glanced at the two tables, and he burst out laughing.

"Look, look, there are only a few pieces of sweet and sour pork loin left on these two tables!"

Everyone followed Yang's guidance.

At a glance, there are some vegetables left in every bowl on the table.

Some have half a bowl left in them.

Some of them are still full of soup and water.

However, the two bowls of sweet and sour pork loin made by Yang Ruolan had the least leftovers.

"Oh my, my Lan'er's hands are so skillful. Everyone loves to eat so much, they are really pretty!"

Yang said loudly there.

Yang Ruolan beside her was also very happy and looked down at Yang Ruoqing.

"Sister Qing'er, if you lose, you must admit defeat if you wish to gamble!"

She said proudly.

Yang Ruoqing snorted.

"Cousin, don't worry, I haven't found the food I'm cooking yet!" she said.

After saying that, she walked to the table and leaned over to look for it.

"That's weird, where are the two bowls of dry pot sausage I made? Why are they missing?"

He glanced over every dish and bowl on the table while muttering to himself.

Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Huang's sister-in-law noticed this when they heard it.

Everyone helped to find it.

Mr. Liu has rich experience in 'rummaging'.

She was the first to notice the situation.

"Ah, why is there a bowl stacked under this bowl?"

Yang Ruoqing walked over and took out the empty bowl stacked underneath to take a look.

Happy.

"This is my bowl. I marked it," she said.

Soon, someone at another table found the same empty bowl stacked under other bowls.

The Huang family's sister-in-law smiled when she saw this situation.

"The dry pot of fat sausage must have been eaten out. The guests were afraid that the empty bowls would occupy the floor, so they stacked the empty bowls under other bowls," she said.

Everyone was stunned.

Whoever loses, who wins.
To be continued...