Interstellar Farming: The sick and weak male protagonist is struggling to survive on money

Chapter 653

Give me some to try.

"Okay, wait a minute."

Master Fan didn't reject this person just because he was a judge, but he really only served him a little.

The judges looked at the small half bowl of rice handed over by Master Fan, and said with some rejection: "It's too much."

He is a judge, and there are still many things waiting for him to taste, so he can only take a small bite of each one.

Master Fan just took the bowl calmly, and asked, "A small sip?"

"Yes, a small sip."

The judges affirmed that Master Fan poured out some of the rice in the bowl, leaving only a small amount of rice.

The judge took the small bowl, nodded and said, "Okay, that's enough. I'm a judge, and I don't want to eat too much of delicious food. It's not fair to other contestants."

The judges murmured and explained their actions, but Master Fan didn't care.

When the judge brought a small mouthful of rice to his mouth, he smelled a strong aroma. The little bit of fishy smell in his own eggs did not exist here at all. Instead, it was fragrant, so fragrant that he couldn't bear it. Live the fragrance you want to eat.

You know, as a judge, and the oldest judge in years, he really ate too much good food.

But this mouthful of rice is just a scent, and it has not been eaten by myself.

The rice was brought into the mouth and chewed.

It was over, he regretted it.

He wanted to eat a bowl, one bite was not enough, not only was it not enough, this one bite of rice simply opened a new door for him to taste food, it turned out that what he ate before could not be considered gourmet food.

Only in this way can it be counted as a beautiful word, because it makes you have the idea of ​​eating, and you don’t want to stop, you want to keep eating, keep eating.

The judge who finished eating this small bite looked at the rice left in the pot anxiously, and wanted to say something, but felt that he was not qualified to judge. Most importantly, he didn't want to comment, he just wanted to take a bite, no!a bowl of rice!

"Why don't you have some more?"

Master Fan naturally understood, and immediately got the old judge's nod of approval when he asked.

"Well, well, well, just one bowl, just one bowl."

Master Fan was serving the rice with a spoon, and he heard the old judge on the opposite side keep saying: "More, press down, and more."

A normal small bowl, if it wasn't limited by Master Fan's skills, the judge would have liked to pile it as high as ice cream, the higher the better,

"Hey, isn't that the old tongue?"

"Who?"

"It's the most famous Golden Tongue in the jury, and the oldest judge."

"I know him. He is famous for his poisonous tongue. Several restaurants have been criticized by him before, so they can't continue to operate."

"But why did he serve such a high bowl of rice?"

A question, the answer was instantly guessed by everyone.

A golden tongue who is not fooled by money, is eating a bowl of fried rice with eggs, that expression, even a little bit of a feeling of ascending to immortality.

What are you waiting for?go quickly!
A group of people rushed towards Master Fan's fried rice pot, but there was no rice left in the pot.

"What about egg fried rice?"

"Is there any more?"

"I want one!"

"I want one too!"

Everyone shouted in unison, and the group of judges headed by Master Sun were all dispersed by these people.

What are you doing?A fried rice with eggs, as for?

Master Fan in front of the cauldron quickly opened his hands and shouted to everyone: "Don't worry, you can still do it. Everyone line up, and each person is limited to one piece."

The three people on the other side who finished eating the second small bowl of fried rice with eggs finally put down the bowl in their hands and started to help.

Lian Qing took care of the previous Buddha jumping the wall and rice by himself, Nian Shutong helped cook outside to maintain order, and Lin Mu went back to the kitchen to help prepare the rice.

Today's main course has changed, it is no longer the complicated Buddha jumping over the wall, but fried rice with eggs.

It's not that this Buddha Jumping Wall is not delicious, it's just that it's still a bit worse than the suddenly enlightened Master Fan.

Lin Mu couldn't hold back his emotion, he really lived a better life, before they couldn't even eat a nutrient solution, let alone such a meal.

However, she began to look forward to Master Fan, whose culinary skills have soared, making a taste of Buddha jumping over the wall. She couldn't even imagine it, otherwise she would drown herself in saliva.

Master Fan's egg fried rice was cooked very quickly, and the people in line got their egg fried rice very quickly. After taking the first bite, he felt that his whole life had been turned upside down.

"Damn it! This is egg fried rice!"

The man's shout made many people behind him look at him, but when they saw him, they shouted intoxicated: "It's so fucking delicious!"
Immediately afterwards, I saw the man alone, wishing he could grow eight mouths, eating rice in big mouthfuls, and had no time to talk anymore.

That state, that appearance, made the people in the back itch to think, what is the smell?
What followed was comparable to a large-scale famine scene. As long as people got the food and took a bite, they all looked like they hadn't eaten for several days. There was only the sound of swallowing and no speaking.

Under such an environment, there is only one possibility, and that is that the egg fried rice is so delicious that no one is willing to talk about it.

Several judges who have been standing in the outer circle, headed by Master Sun, have nothing to do about Master Fan disturbing the chef competition, because he did not violate any rules and only operates outside the shop.

But what should we do now?
"Or, let's try it too. Where is it delicious? They are all people who have never eaten anything, but we are all chefs."

"Know what's wrong with him, so we can have something to talk about."

The chef's suggestion was agreed by everyone. Obviously, they didn't see the old judge with Golden Tongue. If they had seen it, they wouldn't be so confident.

Because the entire judges are divided into two groups, one group is led by Master Sun, and the other group is Golden Tongue himself.

But the status of Golden Tongue is no less than that of Master Sun, even far surpassing him, the two are not on the same level.

At this time, these judges are also queuing up at the back. As for jumping in line, don't do it. Isn't that humiliating yourself?

When the team finally arrived at them, Master Fan's expression did not change at all, and he continued to serve a few people with meals as usual.

When the first judge got the meal, he took a bite with the mentality of judging, and then he was dumbfounded.

"Hey, how is it?"

The second judge who got the meal first asked a question, then took a bite by himself, and was stupid again.

Then, the third, the fourth, the fifth...

Out of the ten judges, only one Master Sun was left. After he took a bite, his teeth clenched and his veins were exposed, he put a bowl of rice on the counter.

"Not to my taste."

(End of this chapter)