Life is a Game

The next day, which was the first day of the new semester's opening for the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant, Jiang Feng almost died suddenly in the back kitchen.

Even though the term has not officially started yet, most of the new students have not come to register (the registration of new students is two days later than that of the old students), but the business of the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant is surprisingly booming.

Not just meals, from morning to night, every moment, the store is full of eagerly awaited customers, as if everyone has been hungry for a month instead of eating and drinking after returning home during the winter vacation.

There were only Wang Hao and Liu Zixuan in the store, and the others hadn't returned to school, so they couldn't be too busy at all. Jiang Feng closed the takeaway on the WeChat platform, and the students from University A who originally wanted a fat house came to the store to pack them.

Later, the students who were waiting for the meal couldn't stand it any longer, and offered to help collect the bowls and clean the table, and provide self-service meal service.

Jiang Feng was more tired this day than the ten days of learning how to cook.

Jiang Jiankang was also exhausted, so he made dinner casually and ate whatever he could. The two old men were dragged by Jiang Jianshe to go shopping and buy clothes. The weather is going to get warmer soon, so they have to buy some new seasonal spring clothes.

"Brother Feng, I didn't think your dad's tofu was so delicious last semester, but today I suddenly found that the tofu made by your dad is really delicious!" Wang Hao had tears in his eyes after eating a meal, as if this Ton is his New Year's Eve dinner.

"That's right, that's right, I also think today's tofu is very delicious!" Liu Zixuan echoed, "This eight-treasure tofu is better than the one I ate in my 30th year."

"Is your mother still burning this?" Wang Hao was startled.

"My mother doesn't know how to cook. My family went to the hotel to eat on New Year's Eve." Liu Zixuan said, "But I didn't say that, Yipinxuan's New Year's Eve dinner is too perfunctory, and I don't feel as good as before."

"I made this tofu, not my father." Jiang Feng said leisurely.

Wang Hao was startled immediately, stunned for a moment, and still didn't forget to pick up the braised pork, and said: "Brother Feng, your cooking skills are completely transformed!"

"It's like two different people!" Liu Zixuan sighed.

Obviously the two were praising him, but Jiang Feng couldn't be happy: "I used to cook, was it so unpalatable?"

"It's definitely not bad, but it's not particularly delicious, it's better than the cafeteria." Liu Zixuan was very honest, "Brother Feng, your cooking is mainly good-looking, and the pork rib rice is very delicious, post it on Moments It’s a great time.”

Jiang Feng: ...

But Liu Zixuan was right. Jiang Feng is the Jiang family's favorite cook. When he was a freshman, he cooked tomato and egg noodles in the dormitory. He had to arrange them beautifully. Both tomatoes and eggs There must be a good-looking shape in between.

"Brother Feng, that's not right." Wang Hao suddenly put on a thoughtful look, and pretended to scratch his chin with his hands, "I still feel like you are someone who took the template of the protagonist in a novel."

"Look, there is a change in your family, you owe a huge amount of money, suddenly you are a top student, you have excellent grades, you go back to your hometown, your cooking skills improve, you are about to participate in the competition, and you will win the championship immediately. You are only missing a grandfather in the ring or a system that fell from the sky. There are a few unborn masters passing on your skills, and then the beauties of Xiangche threw themselves into their arms, the consortium and aristocratic families played and applauded, the hidden sects had accidents one after another, the global abnormal aura revived, the earth was in crisis and aliens invaded... "

What Wang Hao said in the first few sentences was that Jiang Feng was a little guilty, but the last few sentences became more and more strange. Why did this not sound like a plot of a gourmet show, but it looked like he had merged all the novels he had read into one.

"Okay, okay, brother Hao, stop talking, why don't you say that Brother Feng was bitten by a spider and gained superpowers, met Thunder Man and the captain of the Flower Planting Country, and then aliens invaded their groups formed a combination to defend the world." Liu Zixuan also started talking nonsense.

"Why is Thunder Man and not Maoshan Taoist priest?" Jiang Jiankang, who was cleaning the table now, asked suddenly.

Jiang Feng: ...

Dad, be normal, I'm scared.

But it's good that Wang Hao didn't mention the system that fell from the sky. As soon as Jiang Feng mentioned this, he thought of his damn game. Some time ago, I finally updated the progress bar to 60%, but I don't know what kind of trouble the game has caused, Jiang Feng actually dropped it back to 20% the next day.

What, the network connection failed, please update again?

Then the game continued to update from 20%, the update speed was slower than before, and it was even a bit arbitrary, so Jiang Feng couldn't find a pattern at all. Sometimes it goes up by 6% a day, sometimes it goes up by 0.3% a day, and now it can barely break through 70%.

Today, there are many customers in the shop, and there is also a lot of rubbish, so it is even more troublesome to clean up. Wang Hao and Liu Zixuan stayed to help clean up. A group of people worked until ten o'clock before going back to the dormitory to rest exhausted.

Jiang Feng still had to go to class two days before the start of school, so why did he have to go through a scene, although at present his name is already known to everyone in the physics department.

Last semester, Professor Li made the signal and system final exam papers extremely difficult. Everyone's test scores were terrible, and the failure rate was as high as 40%. Jiang Feng didn't feel much about the difficulty when he cheated because of the game opening and cheating in the exam. He accidentally scored more than 90 points in the exam, and the second place was only 82 points, which made him a big hit. Jiang Feng was frightened, thinking that he had to keep a low profile this year, and leave at least two big questions on each paper to ensure that he would not pass the 80.

In the next few days, the business of the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant was surprisingly booming, and it was better to have Wu Minqi's help in the back kitchen. Poor Ji Yue is the only one who hires a handyman for his wages. He is so tired every day that he doesn't even want to draw a manuscript.

By the way, Comrade Wang Xiulian finally realized that Ji Yue's wages were raised. It was no longer 1500 a month to squeeze cheap labor from student workers, but it was raised to 2000 a month.

With an extra 500 a month, Ji Yue would be able to draw a few fewer drafts and goo twice more.

This hot craze lasted until the 9th. A student who failed to eat the food at the healthy stir-fry restaurant during the winter vacation finally regained his senses, recognized his wallet, and returned to the cafeteria.

Strangely, also from the 9th, Liu Qian never came to the restaurant to eat again.