For the children, if they eat Uncle Xiaoma’s fried rice first and then Uncle Kobayashi’s fried rice, they will feel that there is no taste and lack the aroma brought by the barbecue grease.

Especially the two boys Wang Chenchen and Yue Qihao, they just ate a small bite of Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice.

Han Wenwen just took one more bite, but she didn't eat the same way she ate.

However, Guo Jingyi and Feng Ruoruo took several more bites.

Especially Feng Ruoruo still imitated his father before, scooped up Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice with a small spoon, put it in front of him and took a closer look, fanned the air with his little hands and smelled the smell, and then put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

These things are not spontaneous, but the little girl's actions when she saw her father eating Uncle Xiaoma just now.

Uncle Xiaoma's fried rice was eaten quickly, while Feng Ruoruo's father only left a spoonful of it for himself.

So before my father ate it, he carefully observed Uncle Xiaoma’s fried rice, sniffed the smell of the fried rice, and chewed it very carefully and carefully.

Feng Ruoruo found it very interesting when he saw it. When the little girl was eating Uncle Xiaolin's fried rice, she went to learn from her father's appearance.

The little girl's series of actions were immediately seen by the adults around her and she suddenly felt very interesting.

Lin Yanmei couldn't help but say, "I can't tell that our little Ruoruo is actually a little gourmet. She knows that she should observe carefully before eating, and she also smells the smell like her father, and then eats it into her mouth and chews it very seriously. It's really amazing."

When Feng Ruoru heard Aunt Yan Mei’s praise, he did not respond immediately, but ate the fried rice in his mouth seriously.

After finishing the meal, the little girl smiled and said, "I think my father eats like this, so Ruoruo wants to imitate his father, and Ruoruo also wants to be a judge like his father."

Zhuang Daozhong asked with a smile: "Then, our judge Feng Ruoruo, which uncle's fried rice do you think does you have a good taste?"

Feng Ruoruo sat there seriously and thought about it. When it seemed that when the little girl needed to judge, she felt a little embarrassed.

Feng Yifan saw his daughter in embarrassment and smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, Ruruo can say it boldly."

With the encouragement of his father, Feng Ruoru said, "Uncle Ma's fried rice is even more fragrant. Ruoru feels like he is eating meat. Uncle Kobayashi's one is not that fragrant, but it is also made of one piece at a time. Ruoru also tastes delicious."

Shi Jiahui smiled and said, "It's not good to have all taste. What if Ruruo had to choose one?"

This question really made Feng Ruoruo very embarrassed.

At this time, Feng Yifan looked at the two empty plates on the table and said to everyone: "Let's do this, let's play a game. If you think the fried rice is delicious, we will put the small spoon in our hands on that plate. We will put our own parts and we will not be allowed to join us."

When everyone heard Feng Yifan say this, they thought this method was quite interesting.

Especially a few children, they all found it very interesting.

Then, a group of people, including the children, placed the spoon on their favorite fried rice plate.

After everyone put it down, everyone found that in terms of the number of spoons on the two plates, Ma Xiaolong had to have one more spoon than Lin Ruifeng.

At this time, Feng Yifan and his daughter Feng Ruoruo did not put down the spoon on their hands.

Wang Chenchen asked strangely: "Sister Ruoruo, why didn't you vote?"

Feng Ruoruo pouted and said, "Then dad didn't put a little spoon."

Su Ruoxi smiled: "You little thing, you still have to follow your dad? Didn't your dad say that? You can put the spoon on whose plate you like."

Feng Ruoru turned his head and looked at his mother seriously and said, "But mom, Ruoru likes Uncle Xiaolin, but Ruoru thinks Uncle Xiaoma's fried rice is also delicious, so Ruoru doesn't know who to vote for."

Su Ruoxi was a little surprised by her daughter's words.

Everyone present was also surprised.

Originally, everyone would think that a little girl like Feng Ruoruo should vote for her vote casually as she likes.

But now it seems that the little girl is thinking very seriously.

Even Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jiahui didn't think much about it, so they chose the best one they thought they would make tonight with their years of experience.

Feng Yifan looked at his daughter with a doting smile on his face: "Well, then Ruoruo said it, why don't you know who to vote for?"

Feng Ruoruo raised his head and looked at his father, then looked at the two plates in front of him, and said with a serious look on his face.

"Dad, Ruoru thinks both of the uncles are delicious, like Uncle Ma's fried rice, which has a meaty taste, which is the meaty taste of the skewers that Ruoru had eaten before. Uncle Kobayashi didn't have that kind of taste, but Uncle Kobayashi had a sweet and sour taste in the fried rice, Ruoru also liked it."

Hearing the little girl mentioning the sweet and sour taste, many people present were amazed.

Wang Chenchen and Ning Guang, who couldn't hold back their words, almost said in unison: "There is no sweet and sour taste."

Lin Yanmei and Ning Cheng each stopped two children who could not hold back their words.

Zhuang Daozhong nodded seriously and said, "Well, Ruoruo is right. Kobayashi's fried rice does have a hint of sweetness and sourness, which is very light, but the sweetness and sourness are good and neutralized the greasy taste, and it also adds a lot of taste levels to the fried rice, making people want to continue eating."

The chefs present basically tasted the sweet and sour taste.

But the others seemed to have not noticed the sweet and sour taste except Feng Ruoruo.

Su Ruoxi asked her husband strangely: "Why didn't we taste it? I took two or three bites, but I didn't get the so-called sweet and sour taste in your mouth?"

Feng Yifan explained to his wife: "This is a chef's ability. If he can be eaten casually, the chef's skills are too unqualified. In fact, what you know about the sweet and sour taste is a recipe I gave to Xiaolin when cooking."

Su Ruoxi immediately remembered: "Ah, I know, it's that plum."

Feng Yifan nodded: "Yes, but Xiaolin has made improvements. He added some lemons to it to reduce the amount of plums, which can remove greasy and lighten the sweet and sour taste."

Su Ruoxi thought about it and asked again: "You haven't answered me yet, why can't we eat very much?"

Su Jinrong answered from the side: "That's because many people usually have relatively heavy taste in their meals, which leads to a poor sense of some taste. In addition, fried rice is hot when it comes. When it is eaten while it is hot, the heat will make the tongue slightly numb and cannot taste sweet and sour taste."

After listening to Su Jinrong's explanation, everyone present seemed to understand why Feng Ruoruo tasted it.

First of all, it may be because Feng Ruoru's tongue is sensitive to the taste, and secondly, when Feng Ruoru ate, the temperature of the fried rice in her little spoon dropped.

Feng Yifan continued to look at his daughter and said, "It's okay, Ruruo can think about it slowly."

When my father said this, Feng Ruoruo raised the small spoon in his hand and seemed to have made a final decision.

Everyone watched the little girl stretch out her hand and put a small spoon on her hand on Lin Ruifeng's plate.

Seeing this scene, Wang Chenchen couldn't help asking: "Sister Ruoruo, why did you vote for Uncle Xiaolin? Do you don't like Uncle Xiaoma's barbecue-flavored fried rice?"

Feng Ruoruo said seriously: "Because, fried rice should not be of barbecue flavor."

The little girl's words made everyone stunned again.

After a brief moment of being stunned, Zhuang Daozhong immediately laughed: "Hahaha, we have been studying for so long and thinking so much, but the result is not as thorough as a child."

Shi Jiahui gave Feng Ruoruo a thumbs up and said, "Ruoruo said it so well, Ruoruo is so powerful."

Feng Ruoruo was very happy to be praised by Zhuang Daozhong and Shi Jiahui.

But the others present didn't understand why the two praised Feng Ruoruo very much?

Zhuang Daozhong explained: "The reason why Ruruo was praised was because Ruruo ordered two fried rice dishes. Ma Xiaolong's fried rice was indeed creative and tasted very good. He even solved the problem of too much greasy and greasy barbecue fried rice.

But there was one thing he completely ignored, that is, fried rice should have the taste of fried rice, rather than letting fried rice and barbecue taste the same."

After Zhuang Daozhong said this, the three foreign chefs present instantly understood.

But others are more or less confused.

Ning Guang, who was standing next to Ning Cheng, couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa, isn't it a very powerful skill to make fried rice taste like barbecue?"

As soon as Ning Guang opened his mouth, Ning Cheng was a little nervous. He quickly pulled his brother and refused to let him continue to ask.

"What are you asking here? What qualifications do you have to ask here?"

However, Feng Yifan smiled and said to Ning Cheng: "It's okay. Ning Guang was curious, so he asked him to ask his questions and let our Master Zhuang explain."

Zhuang Daozhong looked at Feng Yifan after hearing this, and smiled and pointed at him, as if saying "You are a slippery person."

But Mr. Zhuang continued to explain: "It is of course a skill to be able to make fried rice a barbecue flavor, but cooking does not mean that you make one ingredient into another ingredient taste, which means that your cooking skills are very good.

What a chef is really amazing is that he can retain the flavor of each ingredient in a dish and find a way to balance it. While highlighting one flavor, he also needs to retain the flavor of other ingredients."

After saying this, Zhuang Daozhong asked seriously: "Okay, now I'll ask, what are we eating here today?"

The adults didn't quite understand why the old man asked this question? So they didn't know how to answer.

But it’s much easier for children. Feng Ruoruo took the lead and the children answered directly: “It’s eating fried rice.”

Zhuang Daozhong smiled and nodded: "Yes, I'm here to eat fried rice, but if the fried rice doesn't have the taste of fried rice, can it still be called fried rice?"

After listening to Zhuang Daozhong's words, everyone understood that Lin Ruifeng's victory in today's competition should be considered as the winner.

But at this time, the decision was still in Feng Yifan's hands.

Because the number of spoons on the two plates on the table is the same.

The decision-making power remains in Feng Yifan's hands.

At the same time, in this wonderful analysis, there were many people around Feng Yifan and his group, and many people who came to visit the night market were also very curious?

After explaining by some insiders in the night market, these diners who visited the night market were also looking forward to the victory or defeat of Lin Ruifeng and Ma Xiaolong?

So at this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Feng Yifan.

Some people who don’t know Feng Yifan also learned about Feng Yifan’s identity after being introduced by those who know him.

Of course, everyone had no objection to Feng Yifan's final decision.

But after waiting for a while, Feng Yifan was not allowed to put down the spoon on his hand.

Finally, Feng Ruoruo raised his little hand and patted his father's chin, and then asked curiously: "Dad, please choose quickly. Now Uncle Xiaolin and Uncle Xiaoma are the same. Whoever you choose will win, so you can choose quickly. Do you want to choose Uncle Xiaolin?"

Feng Yifan touched his daughter's little head, then raised his head and looked around.
To be continued...