Feng Yifan's idea made Feng Jiandong and Lu Cuiling feel very good, but it was not so easy to implement the specific requirements. So the old couple did not agree immediately, but just said that they would study it carefully and finally determine a very practical plan to implement it.

Of course, Feng Yifan would not say much, and he also understood that this was not something that happened overnight.

But he also felt that if this matter was successful, the entire township would be driven to form a sufficient scale so that everyone in the town could get rich.

When Feng Yifan was at home, he helped his parents think of some new business strategies for vegetable bases.

Lin Ruifeng, who set up a stall in the city, is still working hard.

Taking advantage of the opinions put forward by Shi Bo Shi Jiahui, Lin Ruifeng made some improvements to fried rice and designed a method to cook lemon juice with a watering can. This solves the problem of adding more lemon juice, which causes the fried rice to become too moisture.

In addition, Lin Ruifeng also learned his lesson and made some adjustments to the taste.

It not only ensures the original taste of iron plate fried rice, but also adds some innovations to make the fried rice taste better.

When Lin Ruifeng tried to adjust and his business began to get better, his stall ushered in the second round of judges.

It was around eight o'clock that night, and the first peak of supper passed, and three big and one small and four figures came to the small market.

One of them arranged for two old men to sit down, but instead went to Ma Xiaolong's side first. Ma Xiaolong's business is still very good these days, so even though the first round of supper had passed, there were still people queuing up in front of his stall.

The people who came were queuing in front of Ma Xiaolong's stall, but they were not in a hurry and were very patient.

After about half an hour, the man came to Ma Xiaolong's stall and ordered four servings of barbecue fried rice.

Ma Xiaolong didn't care, and quickly made four fried rice for the other party.

However, when the man was about to cook, the man suddenly said, "There is one for the child, please don't add chili peppers?"

Because the other party ordered four portions at once, Ma Xiaolong mixed them together and fryed them, and then put them in boxes one by one.

So when the other party didn't say it, Ma Xiaolong had actually added chili and fryed it.

But since the other party spoke, he finally agreed.

"Okay, then please wait a moment, I'll cook it again for you."

As he said that, Ma Xiaolong packed all four portions first and said to the person behind this person: "Is there one more portion here, can I give it to you?"

The people in the queue didn't mind: "Okay."

Ma Xiaolong handed the fried rice to the person behind him, and then quickly fryed it again. This time, instead of adding chili, he used another piece of fried rice sauce.

After frying and putting it in the box, Ma Xiaolong handed the four portions to the buyer.

The other party took over and responded: "Thank you."

Ma Xiaolong responded calmly: "You're welcome."

Then Ma Xiaolong looked at the woman carrying four portions of fried rice and turned away, and then saw the other party taking it to the two old men and a child. After putting it down, the woman walked towards Lin Ruifeng's stall again.

For some reason, Ma Xiaolong felt that these people were arranged to judge him and Lin Ruifeng.

"Boss, are you still doing business?"

The urging voice pulled Ma Xiaolong back to his thoughts, and he quickly responded with a smile: "Make it, what do you want to order? Barbecue fried rice, right? Added ingredients? OK, do you want chili?"

The person standing in front of the stall was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Well, let it go a little."

Ma Xiaolong quickly started to stir-fry: "Okay, wait."

The woman who bought four boxes of fried rice in front of Ma Xiaolong’s stall stood in front of Lin Ruifeng’s stall and said with a smile: “Boss, let’s have four portions of fried rice, and there are four bowls of small wontons. There is a bowl for the children to eat, so don’t add chopped green onions and pepper.”

Hearing the sound in front of the stall, Lin Ruifeng instantly showed a look of surprise on his face, and then raised his head to look at the other person.

"Sister? Why did you come?"

Lin Yanmei, who was standing in front of the stall, smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Can't I come? Could it be that there is something special about my brother's fried rice? Can't I eat it with my parents?"

Lin Ruifeng quickly said, "No, sister, are you the only one?"

As soon as he finished speaking, another voice rang out beside Lin Yanmei: "Mom, why do you still have to buy it?"

Lin Ruifeng lowered his head and saw a boy standing beside his sister, who was about the same age as Feng Ruoruo standing there. The boy's eyebrows were very similar to his sister. He instantly knew that the boy should be his sister's child, and he also greeted the boy with a smile.

"hello."

Being suddenly greeted the boy was also startled and subconsciously hid behind his mother.

Lin Yanmei reached out and pulled her son from behind and said, "Don't be afraid, this is my uncle. Before you came, didn't you keep yelling to your mother and grandparents, do you want to see your uncle?"

The boy listened to his mother's words, poked his little head out from behind his mother and looked at Lin Ruifeng quietly and carefully.

Lin Yanmei once again encouraged her son: "Don't be afraid, be bold, come out and call her uncle."

With the encouragement of his mother, the boy finally stood up and called Lin Ruifeng seriously: "Uncle."

Lin Ruifeng responded happily with a smile: "Hello."

Lin Yanmei pointed behind her again and said, "I'm here with my parents. You have to perform well and don't let your parents, sister and your nephew down."

Lin Ruifeng immediately understood that among the judges that the master said, there were his parents and sisters.

He was stunned for a moment, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, sister, don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you."

Lin Yanmei pulled her son and said, "Chenchen, then let's go back to grandpa and grandma first and wait for my uncle to do it for us, okay?"

The boy nodded and agreed, "Okay, uncle, don't put chili for me."

Lin Ruifeng agreed: "Well, my uncle promised not to add chili peppers."

When his sister led his nephew back, Lin Ruifeng looked at his parents sitting there again. He also waved to his parents, and then began to prepare four portions of fried rice and wontons carefully.

Because I knew that my parents, sister and nephew came to judge and might have bought fried rice from Ma Xiaolong's house, Lin Ruifeng's fried rice this time was relatively small.

On the other side, Ma Xiaolong accidentally saw that the woman who bought fried rice from him had a lot of chatting with Lin Ruifeng at the stall next door. He realized that it was the same as last time, and the judge met Lin Ruifeng. He couldn't help but think to himself: Will he favor Lin Ruifeng?

However, Ma Xiaolong is not a casual person to admit defeat. Thinking that the judge might favor him, he decided to work harder.

He wanted to use his strength to gain recognition from all judges including Feng Yifan, so that Lin Ruifeng could lose with confidence.

Although Lin Ruifeng was very attentive, for his nephew, the barbecue fried rice that Ma Xiaolong put in the box was more attractive to him. The little guy was very happy to eat, and he looked really interesting, and he was not very interested in his uncle's fried rice.

Because in the eyes of the boy, the fried rice my uncle gave him was the same as the ones my father usually cooked.

The mother bought it from another uncle and put it in a small box. After opening it, it looked like rice dumplings. The tempting meat smell made the little boy think it was very delicious.

Lin Yanmei did not force her son to eat her uncle's fried rice, but chose it with her son.

However, after her son finished the fried rice, she asked her son to taste his uncle's little wontons.

The little boy was not very happy at first: "Mom, we have small wontons, and the uncle made them nothing special."

Grandpa said at this time: "Then Chenchen must try my uncle's, because my uncle's little wontons are different."

The little boy was also very curious when he heard this. He looked at the small wontons in the bowl carefully, and then scooped up a small wonton with a small spoon.

After scooping it up, the boy discovered that his uncle's little wontons were different.

"Grandpa, grandma, mom, and uncle's little wontons are so beautiful. This one looks like meatballs. Can Chenchen eat it?"

Lin Yanmei said: "Then you eat it and try your uncle's craftsmanship."

The little boy blew the wontons on the spoon by himself, and then carefully put them in his mouth and took a bite.

After taking a bite, the little boy looked at the wonton and said, "It's great, there are shrimps in the wonton. Chenchen likes this, grandpa, grandma, mom, this wonton is delicious."

Lin Yanmei smiled and said, "You just like to eat meat."

Then, Lin Yanmei pointed at the fried rice and said, "Then are you still eating fried rice?"

The little boy shook his head and said, "I won't eat it, I want to eat wontons."

Lin Yanmei didn't waste it, and put it aside and said, "Then wait for your dad to come and ask dad to help you eat all the remaining fried rice."

Not long after Lin Yanmei said this, a man in a suit and tie walked into a small market.

When the little boy saw the man, he immediately stood up and waved and shouted: "Dad, come quickly, we are here."

The man quickly came here, sat down with a smile and asked, "How is it? Did Chenchen eat my uncle's fried rice? Is my uncle's fried rice delicious?"

The little boy said, "Dad, I like the fried rice from the uncle over there. There are a lot of sauce and meat. My uncle's fried rice looks the same as yours. Dad, I will leave my uncle's fried rice for you."

The man was a little amused when he heard this: "You kid, leave the bad food for dad?"

Lin Yanmei immediately said, "What are you talking about? How could the fried rice that my brother stir-fried is not delicious?"

The man immediately smiled and said, "Yes, I said the wrong thing, so I have to try it quickly. My wife has praised it for a long time. My brother-in-law's skills."

The man took his son's fried rice, looked at it carefully and said, "It's not bad, this fried rice is very beautiful."

Lin Yanmei urged: "You try it before talking about it."

The man then scooped up a spoonful and tasted it.

After eating it, the man was also a little surprised: "Wow, this fried rice is so delicious. It tastes very special. It has no excess greasy feeling and tastes refreshing. But the fried rice tastes very strong. Wife, your brother is really good at this fried rice."

After hearing her husband's praise, Lin Yanmei's waist was straightened a lot in an instant, and her pride was beyond words.

However, Lao Lin smiled and said, "Wang Dong, you don't have to praise you for your face. If you think the taste is not good, you can put it aside and not eat it. We are here to be judges, of course we should be more fair."

When his son-in-law Wang Dong heard his father-in-law, he quickly said, "No, dad, I really think it's delicious."

Wang Dong didn't say anything and ate a plate of fried rice.
To be continued...