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

"I want to try Chef Qian's dim sum."

Chef Jiang's face darkened.

In terms of status, he couldn't compare to a woman, but he accepted it. After all, she married someone well.

But when it comes to making dim sum, he has been doing this since he was a child, and his master is also a top dim sum chef. Why would he lose?

Before Qian Fengping could react, the new manager of Wanbaolou came out.

He looked very calm.

"Does Chef Jiang mean to question the fairness of our Wanbaolou?"

The cold words made Jiang Yuchu regain some of his rationality.

He couldn't afford to offend Wanbaolou.

Wansheng, a person who does not hold an office in the court, can stand in the same circle with the Eighth Prince and others. One can imagine the power behind him.

All the tasters this time are influential, and he can't afford to offend them.

Chef Jiang suppressed his emotions and considered his words.

"Shopkeeper, you've misunderstood. I'm not questioning Wanbaolou. I'm just curious about how Master Qian won."

"My snow skin mooncake is absolutely unique in the world. Jiang is quite confident."

"I want to know what Master Qian's dim sum is like, and whether it can surpass mine."

He looked at Qian Fengping coldly and gave a fake smile.

"Master Qian, you wouldn't mind, right?"

With a few words, he shifted the conflict between him and Qian Fengping, trying not to expand the impact.

Qian Fengping imitated him and gave him a fake smile.

"mind."

what?

The other party's answer made Jiang Yuchu a little unsure of how to respond.

Generally speaking, in order to demonstrate your magnanimity and innocence in public, you should say that you don't mind!

"Who wouldn't mind being bitten by a dog for no reason?"

Qian Fengping's words were very impolite and could be considered an insult.

"you!"

Jiang Yuchu was so angry that he almost lost his mind again.

"However, I'm willing to give face to Wanbaolou and the appraisers and give Chef Jiang a chance. I just don't know what Chef Jiang wants to exchange for it."

Qian Fengping raised her chin with a proud look.

This is what he and his daughter learned.

She found that this expression in front of the person she disliked could make the other person angry but helpless.

Sure enough, Chef Jiang felt despised.

This was more humiliating and difficult for him to accept than if he had succumbed to the powerful and been forced to apologize to Qian Fengping.

Without thinking too much, I just followed Qian Fengping's words and asked.

"Just tell me what conditions you want to propose."

Qian Fengping gave a harmless smile.

"I'm just one of the participating pastry chefs. How can I make the decision on such a matter? How about asking the judges to make a request?"

Below the stage, Fang Tong looked at his wife with eyes full of pride.

His wife is really smart.

Knowing that she was the one making the request in this situation, it seemed that she was somewhat disrespecting Wanbaolou.

Moreover, if the request is too excessive, it will affect the happiness of the people behind Jiang Yuchu, so it is better to give up the initiative.

In this case, in the eyes of Wanbaolou, the one who broke the rules was Jiang Yuchu, and it would be strange if they would treat him well.

The Eighth Prince would not feel humiliated.

"My sister-in-law is thoughtful." Wu Dongjia praised.

But in my heart, I guess Brother Fang's life at home won't be too easy. His wife is too shrewd, so it will be difficult for him to do anything tricky.

Fang Tong didn't know what he was thinking. If he knew, he would definitely roll his eyes at him.

Only foolish people would think so.

He was honest and open about everything he did, so why would he hide anything from his wife? Even if there was a secret, it was a secret shared by the couple.

The new shopkeeper of Wanbaolou spoke after hesitating for a moment.

"Just as Master Qian said, Chef Jiang, your request violates the rules of the competition, so you must pay a price."

Things have come to this point, and how can Jiang Yuchu be willing to accept it if he can't figure out the whole story?

He gritted his teeth and said, "I do."

The owner of Wanbaolou nodded, and his waiter went up to the third floor to report.

The shopkeeper has no say in setting conditions.

Wansheng raised his eyebrows and directly threw the hot potato to the Eighth Prince.

After all, Jiang Yuchu is the Eighth Prince's man, so let him handle it himself.

The Eighth Prince was not in a very good mood. He just asked his brother the Emperor for a royal chef, but he didn't expect it to cause so much trouble.

"Then let him serve Lord Fang and Madam Qian from now on."

When these words were spread outside, Jiang Yuchu's face turned pale and he could hardly stand.

He knew he was finished.

There is only one person who can decide where he goes at will, and that is the Eighth Prince.

These words showed that the Eighth Prince was disgusted with him.

Regardless of whether he can finally prove that he is better than Qian Fengping, he has already lost face in front of the Eighth Prince.

At this moment, Jiang Yuchu was not without regrets.

His master taught him that as an imperial chef, even with the word "imperial" in his title, he was just a cook, and in the eyes of some people he was even considered a servant.

Therefore, we must be humble and calm in order to survive.

He was careless after leaving the palace.

But there was no turning back for him.

He wanted to try Qian Fengping's snacks. If there was something fishy, ​​he would not admit it.

Being awarded to Qian Fengping was a life worse than death for him.

The shopkeeper had someone bring a piece of untouched egg skin and pork floss bread.

Chef Jiang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, tried to calm down, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it.

It is smooth at first, then has the aroma of egg, followed by a sweet taste bursting in the mouth, and the salty aroma of meat floss appears at the end of chewing.

He was speechless for a long time.

Seeing him like this, the shopkeeper explained carefully.

"Chef Jiang, your dim sum and that of Master Qian have both received A-level grades from three tasters, and a B-level from one."

"Unfortunately, the evaluation by the 100-person group showed that 60% voted for you as B, 20% voted for you as C, and the remaining 20% ​​voted for you as A. Therefore, you were still ranked B in the end."

"And 70% of Master Qian's votes were A-rated."

The rest goes without saying, Jiang Yuchu understood.

He couldn't help but smile.

He knew where he lost.

Salted pork mooncakes are a tradition that originated in the south.

In Beijing, especially ordinary families, there is rarely an opportunity to eat mooncakes. Most people still eat five-nut or jujube paste mooncakes.

It’s not that his mooncakes are not good enough, it’s that he ignored the dietary differences between people in the north and the south.

Qian Fengping’s bread is different. Although it is a new product, its taste is very easy to accept.

Jiang Yuchu clenched his fists, and his eyes seemed to have lost their luster.

"Jiang lost, and I'm convinced."

He said the last four words while gritting his teeth, which showed that he was not that convinced.

Chef Jiang thought that he was just unlucky and not cautious enough.

When it comes to dim sum making skills, he and Qian Fengping are probably on par with each other.

But saying this at this time would make him seem petty, and no one would listen.

He walked towards Qian Fengping, thought for a moment, and then bowed solemnly.

"Meet Madam Qian, and I'll be at your disposal from now on."

Qian Fengping didn't move. She accepted his salute but didn't let him get up.

Just when Jiang Yuchu was feeling uneasy, thinking that the other party would take advantage of his misfortune and make him kneel down, Qian Fengping spoke.

"Chef Jiang, there's no need to be so polite. You're a senior in cooking. I was able to win this time just by luck."

"Chef Jiang, you don't have to follow me. Just respect all women and don't speak ill of them casually."

She doesn't want to hire any royal chef.

He was a ninth-rank official, yet he already had access to the imperial chef? That would be too much of a rip-off if it got out.

Besides, she couldn't trust Jiang Yuchu's character and didn't dare to keep him at home.

As for the second half of her words, Jiang Yuchu didn't take them too seriously. He just frowned and said, "Madam Qian, you don't have to be polite. I accept the loss of the bet and know that I have offended you before. I will let you beat and scold me."

Although he lowered his head, his words were firm.

It can be seen that he is unwilling to change the idea that women should be law-abiding, not go out, and not show their faces in public.

Qian Fengping couldn't help but feel a little angry and rolled her eyes.

"Since Chef Jiang insists, I have something to entrust to you."

Chef Jiang was prepared to be embarrassed and waited for her to make a move.

But then Qian Fengping spoke.

"There must be quite a few widows, orphaned elderly women, and young orphaned girls in the capital. They all have a hard time. Chef Jiang, why don't you be kind and provide a free meal for someone who's interested?"

Jiang Yuchu was stunned. He didn't quite understand the other party's request.

"What? Chef Jiang doesn't want to?" Qian Fengping asked.

"I'm willing, but..." Jiang Yuchu wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start.

Qian Fengping has already turned around and walked off the stage.

Her idea is simple.

Since you look down on women, you might as well interact with them more and experience their suffering.

"Wife, are you tired? Come, have some sour plum soup." Fang Tong put the bamboo tube close to his wife's mouth.

Looking at that, I really want to blow it for her.

Wu Dongjia turned his head away, feeling embarrassed to watch.

But he quickly turned back. He couldn't help but ask: "Sister-in-law, are you just going to let Jiang Yuchu go like this?"

Qian Fengping was puzzled: "No, didn't I make a request to him?"

"What kind of request is that! Sister-in-law, do you know how rare it is to be a royal chef? He has countless recipes at his disposal."

Wu Dongjia was worried about her. Did she know what she had missed?

Fang Tong glanced at him.

"Mr. Wu, are you planning to steal the palace recipes?"

Wu Dongjia was choked. He thought that he must have the courage to do so.

"Do you know how many people are eyeing the royal chef, but can't get him?"

He looked around and saw that his men had surrounded the place, so he lowered his voice to remind them.

"Even if you're worried about taking someone in, you can still use him as a favor."

"For example, returning the person to the Eighth Prince, or sending him to another wealthy family."

Rich and powerful people love to enjoy themselves the most. They would be very happy to get a royal chef for free.

Qian Fengping shook her head.

"Let's forget it. If we don't do this kind of thing well, it's easy to offend people, and we won't be staying in the capital for long."

Fang Tong had a similar idea.

He doesn't want to deal with the wealthy families in the capital now.

Someone might be plotting to harm him secretly, and he doesn't want to get involved.

They don't need anything from anyone, so why should they ask for favors?

Seeing that the couple were so calm, Wu Dongjia fell silent.

Forget it, he doesn't care.

The couple has a promising future, why should he worry about it?

I just can't help but feel a little envious and a little jealous.

That's the imperial chef! Liubaozhai's success is due to the skills of this imperial chef.

It's a pity that good things didn't happen to him.

The three of them were in no hurry to leave, and planned to finish watching today's competition.

If she watches more, Qian Fengping can also learn something.

Private room on the second floor.

Mr. Xing stroked his beard and sighed: "Master Qian is a man with a big heart!"

First she was humiliated and then she was suspected in public, but Qian Fengping did not take advantage of the situation after she gained the upper hand. She only proposed a mild condition.

Although she is a woman, she has the demeanor of a gentleman.

Uncle Rong narrowed his eyes.

"Hmph, no matter what, I'll have to trouble Old Xing for tomorrow's finals. We can't let Xile Cake Shop get any bigger."

He, Rong Ji, has been in the capital for two hundred years, but he always suffers losses at the Xile Cake Shop.

Uncle Rong couldn't stand it.

Mr. Xing just nodded.

He was not sure of winning, but he did not say it out loud, because he knew that Uncle Rong would not listen to anything he said now.

As for He Dongjia who was standing aside, his expression was gloomy and uncertain.

He no longer has a chance.

I didn't expect that Jiang Yuchu was so disappointing that he couldn't even make it to the finals. He really messed himself up.

This time, half of the dividends from Xile Cake Shop will probably go into Uncle Rong’s pocket.

Uncle Rong saw that he was in a bad mood, patted his shoulder, and comforted him insincerely: "Don't worry, Mr. He, with Mr. Xing here, he will definitely help you vent your anger tomorrow."

"Well, it doesn't matter who wins, but we can't let the Wu family continue to run around in the capital." He Dongjia sighed.

Coincidentally, Uncle Rong thought so too.

All three groups of competitions have ended, and the winners are Mr. Xing, Qian Fengping, and Master Hu from Lao Jixiang.

Master Hu is also no ordinary person. He is in his early twenties and is the youngest among the dim sum chefs.

The chestnut cake he made also won the top three and second B awards.

It was considered a dark horse and directly entered the finals.

Qian Fengping felt that he was an opponent that should not be underestimated.

There is also Mr. Xing. The old man has a calm and unhurried temperament, which makes people feel that he has not used all his strength.

Qian Fengping felt the pressure, but also a hint of excitement.

She touched her heart and felt different.

Before, when she married Qin Xiucai, she thought that as long as she was virtuous and generous, and took care of her husband and children, her life would get better and better.

But Qin Xiucai died early, leaving her with only her son to raise, so she was forced to be strong.

But due to my personality, I often can't stand up, mainly because I'm not good at crying, making a fuss, or even committing suicide.

In the village, sometimes you can live a good life even if you are unreasonable. You can refer to Fang Tong for this.

Instead, my son has to bear a lot of unnecessary pressure at such a young age.

After marrying Fang Tong, Qian Fengping felt that she was becoming more and more relaxed, as if she had released her true self.

At first, she thought it was because she had someone to rely on, but now, she wants to be a support for her family.

The children and her man can handle themselves, so she can't be too bad.

Thinking of this, Qian Fengping couldn't help laughing.

The dim sum competition has become almost the most exciting thing in Beijing right now, and many people are paying attention to it.

At the General's Mansion.

Meng Lan couldn't help but be surprised when she knew that Mrs. Qian had made it to the finals.

"My senior brother always said that Madam Qian's cooking skills were excellent, even better than the cook at home. I didn't quite believe it, but now I'm curious. Unfortunately, to avoid suspicion, I can't have any contact with them now."

The maidservant spoke softly to comfort her.

"Miss, don't worry. When the general and the major general return, there will always be a chance for the two families to meet formally."

This statement is a double entendre, implying that the two families sit down to discuss the marriage.