The Hundred Family Banquet is an event held by the Empire to celebrate the Spring Festival, and it is a festive event in itself.

Tianxuanmen Square is filled with fragrance, laughter and joy, the scene is very harmonious, the fragrance of food and the smiles of diners are intertwined, forming an unforgettable picture.

Diners were happy to eat, and chefs cooked very carefully, bringing a different kind of warmth in this cold winter day.

But... when the warmth comes, a cruel competition begins, and the people must select the chef who ranked first in this 100-family banquet.

For diners, eating is happy and happy, but the choice is painful, because the dishes at this Baijia Banquet are so delicious, whether it is Sixi meatballs, roasted spirit beasts, or the spirit beast barbecue in the vegetables, and colorful crescent dumplings... These are delicacies they have never heard of before.

Many people are confused, but there is no way. Each of them has the right to vote, so they can't waste it, otherwise they will come to this Baijia Banquet in vain.

After Bu Fang finished wrapping all the dumplings, he took a breath, wiped off the water stains in his hands, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and made hundreds of dumplings in one breath, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

The other chefs also completed the dishes, and they were rarely relaxed by the stove. Although there were still a lot of ingredients left, they were no longer cooking, which meant that the Hundred Family Banquet was about to end.

Chef Jin's eyes were a little sharp, and he felt a little powerless. The strength of this competition chef was really terrible. Whether it was Boss Bu or the two brothers in Qingyang Town, there was a great possibility that they would threaten his status, which made him feel a little nervous.

Ji Chengxue stood up, wearing a cloak made of spiritual beast fur, walked slowly, standing on the platform, watching the audience.

"I wonder if everyone can eat this year's Hundred Family Banquet?" Ji Chengxue's voice was very dull, lingering in the entire Tianxuanmen Square, and the heat was still rising in the surrounding stove.

Bu Fang listened to Ji Chengxue's long speech, and he had put in a few dumplings. After cooking for so long, he was a little greedy.

The white dumplings were fished out, white and crystal clear, and chubby and cute. After taking a bite, the colorful fragrance gushed out instantly, covering his face, making him slightly intoxicated.

This colorful aroma was only introduced after special treatment. The focus was on his soft dough. The dough was carefully patted and kneaded with true energy. It was filled with true energy, wrapped layer by layer, wrapping the fillings. After cooking the hot soup, it produced some catalytic effect, which was to reflect the colorful filling colors. In fact, the spreading fragrance was not substantial. To put it simply, it was actually a scene like a mirage.

But the fragrance is real.

After taking a sip of the warm and warm soup, Bu Fang breathed lightly and ate another bite of the dumplings. The delicious food lingers his taste buds, satisfying him.

Sometimes, just a bowl of small dumplings can make you very satisfied.

After Bu Fang finished eating a bowl of dumplings, Ji Chengxue finally ended the long discussion. It seemed that those high-ranking officials needed to say a lot of irrelevant things before the event began.

Bu Fang has long been accustomed to this.

"Next, each of you has a special copper coin in your hand. This copper coin represents your vote. There are so many chefs present today. Which dish do you like the most? If you like it, put your copper coin in the porcelain plate in front of the chef's stove. The one with the most votes will receive the prize prepared by the court." Ji Chengxue did not speak anymore, but returned and sat on a chair. An eunuch stepped forward, swung the whisk, and announced the rules sharply.

The civilians below suddenly whispered to each other and chattered at the special copper coin in their hands.

When the eunuch announced the beginning of an orderly vote, the civilians immediately lined up and left their seats and walked towards the chef's stove next to them.

"Chef Jin, the Sixi Meatballs you cooked are really delicious. I support you!" A big man excitedly placed a copper coin on a ding-dong sound and placed it on the bald chef Jin's porcelain plate.

Chef Jin's face suddenly seemed to have flowers blooming, and he voted for him first? It seems that his Sixi Meatballs should have received a good response.

Chef Jin touched his bald head and suddenly felt brighter again. He looked at Bu Fang in the distance like a provocatively, and then hummed at the fat man who was chubby and constantly squeaking chicken legs, his nostrils slightly opened.

With the first vote, is the second vote still far?

"Big fat man, your barbecue is very delicious! Sister supports you!" This is what supports Alu.

"Big Black Pot, your spirit beast barbecue is simply unstoppable. It's so delicious! It's worthy of being a chef! It's amazing!" This is what supports Awei.

"Boss Bu! You are so handsome, your knife skills are so dazzling to me! Your dumplings... make me cry with food! So delicious!"

"Boss Bu, I want to give birth to a monkey for you! I will always support you!"

"Boss Bu, my old couple really like your dishes. I hope you can cook more delicious dishes and support you." The old couple walked over step by step, put the copper coins into the porcelain plate in front of Bu Fang, and encouraged with a smile.

Bu Fangsei Yizheng, bowed slightly to the two old men, and whispered: "I will work hard."

The situation showed a one-sided trend in an instant...

Chef Jin looked at the lonely copper coin in his porcelain plate with no hope. What was the second one that promised... What was the peak of life that promised?

His bald head gradually dimmed and almost lost any luster.

Alu Kaji grabbed the chicken legs from his apron bag and bit it hard, his face full of enjoyment.

Awei looked at the porcelain plate in front of him with a gloomy face. It was obvious that his votes were much less than those in the starting lineup.

Are you going to lose? How could it be... I have worked so hard to make this delicious food! Even the technique of Chinese dishes is used, why would I lose? And it was lost to a guy who doesn’t use spiritual ingredients!

Awei clenched his fist and bit his mouth hard, very unwilling to accept it.

"Stinky boss! These dumplings are super delicious! Will they be sold in a small shop?" Ouyang Xiaoyi jumped to Bu Fang and said with a smile. Her vote must be voted for Bu Fang.

Xiao Yanyu, Xiao Xiaolong and others also came over, put the copper coins into the porcelain plate in front of Bu Fang, smiled gently, and nodded to Bu Fang.

The ministers also came over. Many of the ministers chose Awei's roasted spirit beast, but more of them chose Bufang's colorful crescent dumplings.

In their opinion, although Awei's skills in roasting spirit beasts have reached a very perfect level, they are not comparable to Boss Bu's dumplings in emotional investment.

The kind of food that makes people feel happy and can make people feel happy in winter makes them feel endless aftertaste.

Boss Bu’s food... has magic! There is a magic that makes them sink!

"I don't agree! How could I lose!" Awei was dissatisfied. Looking at the few votes in his porcelain plate, the expression on his face was very ugly. Of course, there were only a few in his porcelain plate, which was already good compared to the extremely smooth porcelain plates of others.

Even his younger brother Alu only has a few copper coins, but Alu didn't care. He happily grabbed the chicken legs and stuffed them into his mouth, and he ate very happily.

"Don't accept it?" Ji Chengxue glanced at Awei lightly and said, "This is the vote of the people, and it was selected by the public. Why are you not convinced?"

Awei was suddenly stunned and speechless. Indeed, Ji Chengxue was right. This vote is not a person, but a fair competition. Public voting, what reason does he have to accept?

But he just didn't agree... Why did the dishes he carefully cooked cannot compare to Bu Fang's colorful crescent dumplings that were useless for even spiritual ingredients?

Chef Jin stood aside with no desire. When he heard Ah Wei’s doubts, he straightened his body and nodded slightly.

The taste of spiritual ingredients is by no means comparable to ordinary ingredients. This has always been common sense in the culinary industry, but Bu Fang broke this truth today.

Bu Fang touched his stomach, glanced at Awei and the bald chef Jin with an expressionless face, and let out a sip of heat.
Chapter completed!