Chapter 964: Chili Stimulation

The pots on Professor Song's body were stacked layer upon layer in the distance, and the smell of chili peppers spread wantonly nearby.

It was too stimulating; being a little closer to the exhibition stand, tears were about to come down.

When Qiao Qiao handed out the bowl, she looked at the judges sympathetically: "Do you really want to eat it?"

Eat it, how could they not eat it. There were dozens of exhibition areas, although there weren't many vegetables, everyone had tasted quite a few chili peppers all morning.

But fortunately, raw ones only needed to taste the texture, mainly waiting for the cooked ones later. Otherwise, they weren't iron stomachs; wouldn't they get a stomachache after eating like this?

"Hiss!" The leading little old lady took a bite and immediately frowned tightly: "Crisp! Spicy! The flesh is thick, and there's plenty of moisture!"

"The stimulation is too great, but the spiciness is sufficient. It's a spiciness that can be liked in the Xijiang region."

"Thick flesh is a big advantage; it must be quite outstanding when making tiger-skin green peppers."

Everyone hissed and sighed, their foreheads soaked with hot sweat. They were desperately talking at this moment not because the chili peppers stimulated inspiration, but because if they didn't talk, the tip of their tongues would be closed in the hot mouth, and being stimulated by the chili peppers, they would probably explode at this moment.

They were all over fifty, they couldn't stick out their tongues in front of so many people.

But only strawberries, she brought two types—give the gold award to whom? Give the silver award to whom? So many people present probably couldn't give a conclusion.

The Houji selection was based on fruit and vegetable categories to select the top ten. For other categories, as long as Huang Ruojia had them, the conclusion was beyond doubt. Even the picky reporters present couldn't say a word against it.

"Will it be too late to watch the fire if I add one more? Forget it, I'll go back and get it too!"

With pearls and jade in front, who would want to eat those cookie-cutter work meals?

"You stir-fry the shredded radish you cut earlier first. Shredded radish paired with this burnt chili sauce, clamping it into a steamed bun is the perfect match."

It's just that...

Usually, no one could say such things during selection, but the taste of this family's things was completely disconnected and far ahead. Now that they said this, everyone just felt it was a matter of course.

After saying that, without waiting for an answer, she put the tiger-skin green peppers on the cutting board, re-cut them with a large knife, and chopped them into a ball of dark green mud.

Just... with so many people, it's no problem for everyone to share a tiger-skin green pepper, right?

【The lowest-end ingredients often use the most complex cooking methods...】

"I have it too! Ours is also... wait for me to go back and get it!"

Song Tan became even more proud—

Seventh Grand-Uncle did teach Song Tan well. At this moment, the fire was small and the pot was small. Except for oil and salt, there was no other seasoning at all. But Song Tan relied on this to burn the remaining chili peppers one by one until they were cooked.

After all, every kind was so delicious.

Song Tan shook her head: "This pot is too small, it won't be delicious if I make it. I'll pound a green chili sauce, and we'll clamp it into steamed buns to eat?"

"Are you not getting off work?" The Agricultural Heart reporter subconsciously replied: "The cooked dishes haven't been tasted yet!"

"Ah?" Huang Ruo was confused: "Aren't you all going to give me the champion?"

And Qiao Qiao had already taken out the rolled pancakes she had received on the side, picked up a ball with chopsticks, spread it evenly, and then rolled the pancake—

"Do you want vinegar? I know someone I'm familiar with."

And Song Tan touched her belly and looked at the time, curiously asking: "It's noon, aren't you getting off work?"

Ah ah ah we want to eat too!

But Song Tan only felt it was a test: "Seventh Grand-Uncle said, a good cook can make good food with anything! I can do it!"

"The champion is the champion, the process that should be followed can't be omitted, right?" The leading old lady was serious.

Because with the addition of the small fire and small pot, her movements became more and more proficient, feeling even better to master than the big pot at home!

Just like that, a basket of green peppers was distributed, and only ten or so were left in the end. And on the scene, everyone was holding bowls and plates, holding chopsticks, while "si ha" inhaling, while "woo woo" calling it delicious.

At the same time, she also instructed Song Tan: "What about the cucumbers left at the bottom? There's no seasoning, and cold tossing isn't delicious, so just treat them as fruit."

The hollowed-out and washed green peppers were put into the pot. With the addition of hot oil, they gradually became cooked. They were dark in color, soft in body, and thick in flesh... When turning them over, she took the opportunity to sprinkle salt grains, and after waiting for both sides to brand a layer of slight brown marks, a tiger-skin green pepper was made!

"Do you want seasoning? I know an exhibition area selling soy sauce."

The crisp taste of green vegetables entering the mouth was far better than everything else. Even if the spiciness still couldn't be suppressed, everyone knew who the winner of this fruit and vegetable selection was.

Light the fire, heat the pot, pour the oil—

The chili peppers that had just made everyone hiss and sigh were all hollowed out, washed, and put into the pot. At this moment, looking at Song Tan's movements, everyone had only one sentence in their minds:

Eating things, as long as one person reaches out first, everyone else can't hold back. It's a pity that the small pot couldn't keep up with the supply, so much so that the cassette stoves were added to three!

Just like that, clearly it was a proper selection meeting, but now it was noon, the entire exhibition area was empty and there was no one left. In this remote small corner, there were layers of people surrounding it, everyone with tight brows, staring at the five small fire stoves on the exhibition stand!

Everyone was united and exceptionally enthusiastic.

Yang Zhengxin was wrapping a pancake in his mouth, listening to the siblings discussing the menu, only feeling that the pancake in his hand was so precious.

Huang Ruo hadn't opened her mouth yet, and everyone spoke in a jumble: "No, no, no. Just do it normally, how you usually do it, do it now."

"Here, Little Yang, taste if the food you begged for is delicious?"

Yang Zhengxin was drooling with greed. At this moment, looking at his brother who was motionless, he couldn't help but feel heartache: "Are you a secret agent, eating a bite first?!"

Although lacking seasoning, with only the addition of oil and salt, this aroma was enough to attract everyone present.

He put the small pot he had fetched onto the cassette stove. When preparing to pour oil, he curiously looked at Qiao Qiao: "Eh, didn't Teacher Song say this step doesn't need seasoning? Is boiling in water okay?"

"Oh." Song Tan believed it.

And the surrounding crowd looked at the pitiful, reluctant-to-eat, tiny bit of tiger-skin green pepper on their chopsticks, and simultaneously looked over with accusing eyes—

And each one was soft and cottony, with tiger skin. Looking at the people around, it was past 12 o'clock and they still refused to move.

The leading judge sighed: "You only brought one category for each of the others, but you brought two types of strawberries... How should this champion be chosen?"

"I have it, I have it! Our exhibition area just boiled it once, it hasn't been used at all! Wait for me to go back and get it."

"Can this pot work? This is just a water-boiling pot... Stir-frying needs an iron pot, do you want an iron pot?"

Fortunately, Song Tan was well-prepared. At this moment, she pushed the various green vegetable leaves that Qiao Qiao had picked and washed over: "Everyone take a leaf to suppress the spiciness... Don't eat too much, we have to cook later."

This was provided by staff members from some enthusiastic exhibition areas in the crowd— ===== CHAPTER 965 =====