After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

As always, Fang Tong never shied away from the fact that he was marrying into a family.

He even wanted to tell the whole world how good his wife was.

He can earn money to support the family, raise children, and accept his second brother to live with him.

No matter how much praise we give to a daughter-in-law like this, it is not excessive.

He even hoped that even if others looked down on him, they would still respect his wife.

He never thought that Qian Fengping's glory would depend on him.

His wife is good enough in her own right.

"Oh? Madam Qian is indeed virtuous and capable." The Eighth Prince said casually.

The Fang brothers are quite interesting.

One pretends to be simple and honest, but is actually brave and resourceful. The other seems cunning, but is henpecked and protective?

A few people chatted for a while on the third floor, and no one mentioned the matters of Chef Chiang and the Ho family.

Wu Dongjia didn't dare to mention withdrawing from the competition.

It seemed as if what happened before had never happened and everything was harmonious and joyful.

It was not until the competition was announced that Wan Rufeng led the people out.

Wan Rufeng presented a wooden sign.

"This is the Wanbaolou sign. With this sign, Mr. Fang can dine in our building for free for the rest of his life."

Wu Dongjia’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

He had heard of this brand, and Wanbaolou was only ten yuan.

The owners are all people of status.

Fang Tong began to decline.

"Sir Fang, this is the apology from Wanbaolou. If you don't accept it, but you are still dissatisfied, just let us know. Wanbaolou will do its best to satisfy you." Wan Rufeng insisted.

Now that things have come to this, if Fang Tong doesn't accept it, he will be in trouble.

As soon as he got the sign, Ho Tung Ka and Chef Chiang arrived.

The two of them looked a little embarrassed, especially Jiang Yuchu, whose face was red with black, and he felt embarrassed.

They came to apologize.

Qian Fengping just nodded slightly without saying whether she forgave him or not.

But He Dongjia breathed a sigh of relief and left with his men.

He felt complicated, thinking that Wu Dongjia was really lucky. A businessman from a small place could meet the Jin family and make his way to the capital.

I randomly picked a dim sum chef and it turned out to be the wife of an official.

He is still a minor official who can catch the eye of noble people.

Wu Dongjia was actually also confused because he knew that Fang Tong had become an official.

"Brother Fang, are you related to the Eighth Prince?"

Fang Tong shook his head.

"That's just good luck. I'm in your good graces. Even the Eighth Prince didn't protect Chef Jiang."

Wu Dongjia's eyes were filled with envy.

Fang Tong didn't say anything.

Everyone knows their own business. He is not a popular person, so how can he be loved by everyone?

It's probably because of my second brother's help.

Alas, a noble person is a noble person. If his words reveal something, the people below will naturally figure out his intentions and think of ways to please him.

The justice he had imagined was not upheld, and the high-ranking royal chef came to apologize.

"Wife, it will be your turn soon, don't be nervous."

Fang Tong shook his head and threw away the mess in his mind.

Qian Fengping nodded.

In fact, it was the first time for the couple to enjoy such treatment. They felt like they were in a dream and felt uneasy.

The main reason was that my second brother was promoted to Major General suddenly and his position was unstable.

They are panicking.

The nobleman on the third floor didn't take it seriously.

Only Wang Rong looked gloomy.

He was thinking that Jin Yunting had a past with the Major General's brother, so what about the Major General...

Are the Jin family and the Meng family connected behind the scenes?

He looked at Jin Yunting deeply, who seemed unaware and focused on looking downstairs.

On the stage, the first group of pastry chefs have already started the competition.

The dim sum competition consists of three rounds.

In the first round, nine people will be selected from thirty-six contestants.

A fixed dim sum style is given: donkey rolls.

Each dim sum shop will prepare ingredients for its own dim sum chef, and they must be checked one by one by Wanbaolou before they can be used.

Donkey rolls are a famous snack in Beijing. They are simple to prepare but taste great.

The main ingredients are glutinous rice flour, soybean flour and red bean paste.

However, in order to ensure the taste, most pastry chefs choose to soak the red beans a day in advance and make the red bean paste on the spot at the stadium.

This limited-edition dim sum dish will test the dim sum chef’s skills and whether he can add new twists.

Qian Fengping saw a pastry chef from Pinweizhai put dates in the red bean paste to add an extra layer of texture.

Each game is limited to half an hour, and those who fail to finish will be eliminated.

"Now, our pastry chef at Honey Fruit Shop is ready!"

The waiter shouted at the top of his voice.

"Tasters, please taste it!"

There are twenty pieces in total, four of which will be sent to the third floor, and the rest will be cut into more than a hundred pieces for people to taste.

Qian Fengping held her forehead in frustration. With only that much for each person, what could they taste?

However, Wanbaolou held a tasting with a hundred people, firstly to prove the fairness of the competition, and secondly to increase popularity.

People all love to join in the fun.

There are many people attending his competition, and Wanbaolou will make a lot of money in the next few days.

third floor.

Wang Rongxian pointed out: "The soybean powder is not coated evenly, and the color is a little weak."

Jin Yunting took a sip and said, "The skin is hard and the texture is solid."

The Eighth Prince had no intention of picking up his chopsticks.

As a prince, and a prince who is born of the same mother as the emperor, his diet is still very exquisite.

If the food lacks any of the following, he won't eat it.

Finally it was Wansheng's turn, his evaluation was the most authoritative.

"The soybean flour is too sweet and not ground finely enough. The bean paste was fried too quickly and lacked the necessary heat. The outer layer is too hard and not soft enough. Overall, it deserves a C grade."

Of the four tasters, one gave it a B grade and three gave it a C grade.

In the tasting room with a hundred people, according to the principle of minority obeying majority, it was considered a B grade.

The pastry chef at Miguofang had a bitter look on his face.

The three people in his group couldn't help but get nervous.

This threshold is too high.

When the time came, their snacks were served.

Finally, the dim sum chef from Pinweizhai won with one A grade, three B grades and one C grade.

That's right, he was the only one among the four who got an A.

The sharpness of the taster made all the dim sum chefs nervous.

Qian Fengping rechecked the ingredients and found that the glutinous rice flour was made from peeled glutinous rice that had been ground and dehumidified.

The soybean powder was fried by the chef that Wu Dongjia had asked to make a meal. It has a burnt smell but is not black.

When it comes to dim sum, if the ingredients are a little inferior, ordinary people can’t taste it. But for those of you who eat delicious food every day, can your tongue be fooled so easily?

Wu Dongjia didn't dare to neglect it at all.

Qian Fengping was relieved.

And the second round is about to begin.

Chef Jiang will appear in this round.

"Don't be angry, it will affect your performance when you go on stage later." He Dongjia was trying to comfort him.

After returning from apologizing, Jiang Yuchu's face was as gloomy as a drop of water.

"Mr. Fang is an official. We don't need to argue with him and his wife. In the dim sum competition, the first place will be decided by how well the dim sum is made."

Ho Tung Kah spoke earnestly.

The people on the third floor are too disdainful to take sides on such matters.

Considering their status, it's a loss of face!

In other words, strength is the bottom line.

"Don't worry, I've spent most of my life in the palace, I know." Jiang Yuchu glanced at him.

It's just a shame, what's the big deal? In the palace, if you say something wrong, you can lose your head.

"Then, Mrs. Qian is already an official's wife, why did she show up in public to participate in the competition?" Jiang Yuchu wondered.