Her hand holding the kitchen knife was not steady at all. With every cut, the thickness of the braised meat was uneven. Some places were extremely thick, while some places were so thin that they were almost transparent.
Especially when she was cutting the pig's trotter, she almost cut her finger. Her clumsy look made everyone around her worry for her.
There is no harm without comparison. Rather than the claim that Yun Yuan stole the secret recipe, they believe that it was Yun Yuan who made the braised pork first.
After Yun Yuan finished slicing the meat, she looked at Yan Xiaoman leisurely from the side. Yan Xiaoman was being watched by hundreds of eyes in the audience, and his hand trembled, and as everyone expected, he cut his hand.
Everyone sighed and booed. With that speed and technique, they even believed the young lady who said she had never touched water. Was it really her who invented braised pork?
Be it Mu Xingzhi, Ji Huai, Ji Shen or his classmates, they all felt a sense of incongruity with Yan Xiaoman.
The manager quickly asked the chef who was watching to take the knife from Yan Xiaoman and continue slicing the meat. Compared with Yan Xiaoman, the chef was several times faster and quickly cut the meat.
"Okay, the guys downstairs will give everyone a plate of braised meat that we two made ourselves, as well as a pen and a piece of paper.
If you think any lady’s cooking is delicious, just write down her name on a piece of paper. Remember, this one is Madam Yun, and this scholar’s wife is Madam Ji. Don’t make any mistakes.
The same goes for the plates. The white porcelain one contains the braised meat made by Madam Yun, and the celadon one contains the barbecued meat made by Madam Ji.
If you are a reader who cannot write, you can draw a circle and a horizontal line instead. The circle represents Madam Yun and the horizontal line represents Madam Ji. Don't make a mistake. You don't need to write your own name. We will send our staff to collect them one by one.
In case you didn’t hear clearly, I’ll say it again…”
After all this, the steward's mouth was dry. He coughed and cleared his throat. "Now we'll start distributing the meat and paper and pens. Everyone, please line up and receive them."
Everyone came forward in an orderly manner. Yun Yuan stood aside calmly. In contrast, Yan Xiaoman had already started sweating.
She cried out in her heart: Impossible, how could Yun Yuan make braised meat and have such skilled knife skills?
Before Yun's father and Yun's mother got into trouble, everyone knew that Yun Yuan was raised in pampering.
Although they only had one daughter, they did not mind Yun Yuan being a girl at all. Instead, they gave her all the best things. Yun Yuan did not have to do any housework, so it was impossible for her to have such cooking skills.
Yan Xiaoman bit her lip: "You also came through time, right?"
Yun Yuan looked at her in surprise: "What came through?"
Yan Xiaoman: "Stop pretending, you are not Yun Yuan at all. The Yun Yuan before was a waste. It is impossible for her to slice meat as skillfully as you."
"You mean you're not Yan Xiaoman?" Yun Yuan's voice suddenly grew louder. "Okay, I was wondering why Yan Xiaoman's personality changed so drastically. It turns out he's been possessed by a wandering ghost."
Everyone heard what was said. They raised their heads and looked at Yan Xiaoman with strange eyes.
The same goes for Ji Shen. As her husband, he knows Yan Xiaoman best.
The strict parents in the past were extremely lazy and gluttonous, and their two children were also the same, making the house a mess every day.
Yan Xiaoman knew nothing for the first sixteen years, but after he suddenly fell, his personality changed drastically.
She instigated a family split-up, then started making tofu, growing bean sprouts, selling novel recipes, and suddenly learned how to make braised pork, a recipe that even the city's chefs couldn't decipher.
Ji Shen wondered why Yan Xiaoman knew these things. There was no sign of it in the past ten years, as if he had learned it suddenly. He had never doubted it before.
Yan Xiaoman didn't expect Yun Yuan to say it out loud. It was too late to cover her mouth. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she couldn't help but take a step back and said angrily:
"You're talking nonsense. What ghosts? I don't talk about strange things. There are no ghosts in this world!"
Yun Yuan raised an eyebrow: "If you don't go outside and swear, you will be struck by lightning the last time you swore."
How could Yan Xiaoman dare to do that? She snorted coldly and said nothing. She just felt that everything was going wrong recently, which was obviously not the case before.
Everyone looked at her with even weirder expressions.
Mu Xingzhi's eyes were deep. Perhaps he should report this abnormality to His Majesty. The country does not allow the existence of unstable factors. This can be regarded as indirectly helping Yun Yuan.
Everyone withdrew their gaze and focused on the two servings of braised meat. They picked up their chopsticks to taste them. Some squinted their eyes and shook their heads, while others discussed in a low voice.
"I've never eaten such delicious meat."
"Brother Huang, what do you think of these two portions of braised meat?"
"Hmm... I think the ones in the white porcelain plate are better. They taste better, and they're neither too hard nor too soft. They're so chewy."
"Indeed, compared to the one in the white porcelain bowl, the pork belly in the celadon bowl is hard and crumbly. And the pig's trotter is so soft it almost melts. It tastes greasy and my mouth is full of oil. It's really not to my taste."
"Brother Yi is absolutely right. That's exactly what I wanted to say."
Someone else said, "I used to think it tasted novel, but now it's just so-so. It's not as good as Madam Yun's in terms of taste or texture."
"Perhaps the braised pork originally tasted like this, made by Madam Yun, and Madam Ji got the recipe from somewhere but couldn't make it right. Do you think it's possible?"
Mu Xingzhi also put the meat into his mouth. He took a bite of the one on the white porcelain plate first, and his brows relaxed. Then he took another bite of the one on the celadon plate. It had a familiar taste, but it was not as delicious as the one on the white porcelain plate.
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