Lin Xiao's lips moved. She wanted to say something about Jiujiu's stir-fried bean sprouts that made her feel ashamed, but when she saw Lin Guangye's excited face, as if he had caught the other party's weakness, she knew that no matter what she said, it would be useless. In the end, she swallowed her words back into her stomach.
Because Lin Guangye was certain that Wang Cuilian had used improper means to make the ten gluttons choose Jiujiu's dishes, not only was he not sad, he was even preparing to buy the shop across from the Drunken Spring House and open a restaurant across from it, taking away all of the Drunken Spring House's business.
Lin Xiao didn't particularly support Lin Guangye's actions, but Lin Guangye was her father. Her small arm couldn't twist the thick thigh of Lin Guangye, so in the end, this was the only thing she could do.
However, after eating Jiujiu's stir-fried bean sprouts, Lin Xiao didn't feel that her restaurant could compete with the Drunken Spring House's business.
When the judge announced that the winner of today's competition was Jiujiu, the golden kitchen knife and recipe were handed over to Jiujiu, and Jiujiu handed them over to Wang Cuilian.
After receiving the golden kitchen knife and recipe, Wang Cuilian felt her heart pounding non-stop. Her feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, extremely soft.
Even though Jiujiu told her that her culinary skills were amazing, in Wang Cuilian's impression, Jiujiu's culinary skills weren't very good. Therefore, when those gluttons collectively acknowledged Jiujiu's culinary skills, Wang Cuilian recognized how good Jiujiu's culinary skills were.
Holding the golden kitchen knife and recipe in her hands, Wang Cuilian's eyes overflowed with tears little by little.
Because not only did this mean that she had protected Li Fugui's belongings, but it also meant that Jiujiu's culinary skills had been acknowledged by those gluttons. The time for them to reopen the Drunken Spring House was just around the corner.
Before Li Fugui died, he was most worried about her and Jiujiu.
But now, she was fine, Jiujiu was also fine, and Jiujiu had good cooking skills. She had inherited Li Fugui's mantle, and in time, Jiujiu would definitely become a better cook than Li Fugui.
Thinking of that day, Wang Cuilian really wanted to fall asleep and wake up laughing.
When she got home, Wang Cuilian gently closed the door. She carefully wrapped the golden kitchen knife with a cloth and put it in the secret compartment. Only then did she open the menu under the candlelight.
In the menu, in addition to the original dishes, there were also some dishes that Li Fugui had created over the years. At the end of the menu, there was an additional dish, Jiujiu's fried bean sprouts.
Stir-fried bean sprouts. Choose fresh bean sprouts, cut off the head and tail, stuff the pickled meat into a fibrous shape inside, and stir-fry it over high heat. The deliciousness will be ready in an instant.
The bean sprouts were ordinary and mediocre, but there was a world in their stomach.
The pickled meat gave the bean sprouts a saltiness that they didn't have on their own, and the bean sprouts absorbed the greasy smell of the pickled meat. The two complemented each other, creating an amazing dish.
Looking at the dish that Jiujiu had created at the end of the menu, Wang Cuilian's eyes instantly overflowed with tears.
It wasn't happiness, but bitterness.
Her daughter was still a carefree and naive little girl half a year ago, but now, life had forced her to become so mature.
Even if she knew that this was the price of growing up.
But if she really had a choice, she would rather her daughter never grow up than to see her become like this.
Wang Cuilian was happy and sad as she wiped the tears on her cheeks. After a long time, she closed the menu, turned around, and walked out.
Clang clang clang ~
Hearing the knock on the door, Jiujiu quickly made Little White Bun, Little Cutie, and Little White Bun, who were playing with her, return to the space. Then, she pretended to be asleep on the bed and said sleepily, "Mother, what's wrong?"
Because she had to pretend that she had just woken up, Jiujiu's voice had a thick and childish tone. When Wang Cuilian heard it, she felt as if Jiujiu was still her baby, and this comforted Wang Cuilian's melancholy.
Wang Cuilian gently pushed the door open and looked at Jiujiu, who was lying on the bed with her cheeks flushed red because she had just woken up. Her expression softened a lot.
Wang Cuilian walked over to the bedside with light steps and reached out to touch Jiujiu's cheek. With a gentle expression, she looked at Jiujiu, who was starting to shed her baby fat and slowly opening her little face. She said softly, "I came to tell you something."
Hearing that Wang Cuilian wanted to tell her something, Jiujiu rubbed her eyes and sat up on the bed with her hands supporting her body. She looked at Wang Cuilian and said, "Mother, tell me."
Wang Cuilian took out the menu that she had been keeping in her arms and said softly, "I'll leave this to you in the future."
Jiujiu took the menu and flipped it open. Looking at the recorded dishes, she said softly, "Mother, I want to reopen Drunken Spring Brothel."
If it was before, Wang Cuilian would have been gratified to hear Jiujiu say that she wanted to reopen Drunken Spring Brothel. Her child had grown up and knew how to be considerate of her parents.
But at this moment, Wang Cuilian finally realized that her child had suffered a lot in places that she couldn't see. That was why she could grow up so quickly. Her heart was filled with sorrow.
It was all her fault. If she hadn't urged Jiujiu like that before, Jiujiu wouldn't have grown to this extent in such a short time.
Wang Cuilian's palm gently rubbed Jiujiu's hair and she said in a choked voice, "Okay."
Since Jiujiu's culinary skills had already been recognized by the ten gluttons, how could she, as her mother, not support her if she wanted to reopen Drunken Spring Brothel?
But when she thought that reopening Drunken Spring Brothel would affect Jiujiu's chances of finding a husband, Wang Cuilian's heart felt as bitter as if she had eaten Chinese goldthread.
Other girls at this age were still unmarried and their parents were carefully selecting a son-in-law for them. But her daughter had to shoulder the responsibility of bringing Drunken Spring Brothel to greater heights with her tender shoulders.
This burden was too heavy. It was so heavy that she might miss her prime and become an old lady.
Wang Cuilian's heart was bitter, but she knew that she had no reason to stop Jiujiu. She could only smile and nod in agreement.
On the second day of the competition, the news of Jiujiu's overwhelming victory over Lin Xiao spread throughout the capital. This wasn't just a victory, but also the ten gluttons' recognition of Jiujiu's culinary skills.
It had to be known that these ten gluttons were famous for their crafty tongues. In the past, other than Li Fugui, there weren't many chefs in the capital that could catch their eye. But Jiujiu had caught their eye at such a young age. It was clear how amazing Jiujiu's culinary skills were.
The gluttons' recognition was like a free advertisement, arousing the interest of countless diners. They wanted to see just how outstanding Jiujiu's culinary skills were to be able to make the ten gluttons praise her.
The diners formed groups and walked towards Drunken Spring Brothel, but they only saw the tightly shut door.
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