Life is a Game

After the back kitchen was done, Zhang Luyu and his party had already left. Before leaving, Guo Mengting packed a portion of corn with pine nuts and said that she would take it home for her daughter to eat. Jiang Feng came out of the back kitchen to exercise his muscles and bones, and heard that Comrade Wang Xiulian was calling the poultry supplier to ask them to prepare a few more live chickens.

Ji Yue was sitting on a chair playing with her mobile phone, saw Jiang Feng coming out and asked, "When is dinner?"

"The prawns are just out of the pot, there are still ten minutes left." Jiang Feng went to the counter to get his mobile phone and called Wang Hao to tell him not to fish for food by delivering food and come back to eat quickly.

This semester is generally heavy with schoolwork, and except for Wang Hao and Liu Zixuan, everyone else generally doesn't come to the store to help. Wang Xiulian originally wanted to find another cheap student handyman, and the part-time job news was sent to the part-time job group of University A, but it turned out that there was no one at all. need.

Ji Yue deserves two!

After experiencing the Battle of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, Ji Yue seemed to have evolved. Not only did she draw faster, but she also picked up the table and served food faster, which even made people doubt her professionalism. It doesn't feel like a graphic design major, but a hotel service management major.

"Oh, by the way, did you eliminate a lot of people in this afternoon's game?" Ji Yue asked.

"The elimination rate is 96%, what's wrong?" Jiang Feng replied, he knew that Ji Yue didn't really care much about the culinary competition.

"Before five o'clock this afternoon, An Ling, the girl who can drink, seemed to be eliminated. She bought some kelp shreds next door and drank 3 bottles of Erguotou in the store." Ji Yue said.

"drunk?"

"Drunk, crying while drinking, I almost thought she was broken in love, I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to go back, and I accompanied her to the bottom of the dormitory before coming back." Ji Yue shook her head, "It's not professional. Is it just a game?"

Jiang Feng was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that he had said this to Chen Xiuxiu.

Chen Xiuxiu had studied piano for seven years, and her father had basically pressured her to learn it. It was similar to Jiang Feng's learning to cook when he was a child.

She has no interest in the piano. She has been learning the piano for seven years and five years, and she has been a half-baked. When she was in the third year of junior high school, there was a private piano competition in City Z. She signed up on a whim, and made it all the way to the top 30 before being eliminated.

On the day of being eliminated, Chen Xiuxiu went home and cried all afternoon. Jiang Feng said the same thing at that time: "You are an amateur, so it's just a game?"

How did Chen Xiuxiu answer?

"You have been learning cooking for almost ten years, and you are also an amateur. Are you sad that you were eliminated in a cooking competition now? You say you don't like it. Who would learn it for so many years if you don't like it?"

At that time, Jiang Feng swore that he would not be sad. At that time, he felt that he would never be involved with cooking again in his life, and he didn't like learning to cook much.

Wu Minqi came out of the kitchen with the dishes: "Uncle Jiang said there are five minutes left for dinner."

"Min Qi, do you like cooking?" Jiang Feng asked for no reason.

"I like it." Wu Minqi said.

"Have you liked it since you were a child?"

"That's not true. I was forced to learn by my dad and grandpa when I was young. Who liked being locked up in the kitchen to practice knife skills when you were young? You liked it when you were young?" Wu Minqi smiled, with a look of nostalgia on her face, "I must have liked to play when I was young. At that time, I was very envious that my classmates didn’t have to be locked in the kitchen to learn how to cook. I remember that my little cousin and I pretended to be sick and made up the same reason. My grandpa found out and beat me hard, and then I never dared to Now, honestly, I learned how to cook in the kitchen."

"And then?" Ji Yue became interested, "Is your little cousin as good at cooking as you?"

"He studied for a few years and then stopped studying in junior high school. In fact, he has no talent. In my family, my third cousin and I are the only ones who are talented. My third cousin didn't go to college. Now he is helping my dad in the shop." Wu Minqi said.

"I fell in love with cooking after my dad asked me to help out in the store when I was in junior high school."

"Ah?" Ji Yue didn't understand.

"I don't like to learn to cook, but I like to hear guests praise my cooking for delicious food." Wu Minqi said, "My grandfather told me when I first learned to cook that it is the greatest honor for a chef to be praised by guests. At that time, when I made cold dishes, I just put them on the plate. I felt that I made them myself. I went to the customers and asked them if the cold dishes I made were good. It’s funny now that I think about it. I have to ask them one by one. They must all say it’s delicious, and my grandpa scolded them afterward.”

"Were you so narcissistic in junior high?" Ji Yue couldn't help laughing.

"Maybe it's because my dad and grandpa seldom praised me when I was learning how to cook. I wanted to be praised at that time." Wu Minqi was a little embarrassed. The greatest honor, I like to cook, in fact, I like others to praise me, whether I can hear it or not, I am happy."

"Then I'll praise you every day from now on." Ji Yue smiled, "Jiang Feng, what about you? You must have been cooking since elementary school."

"Basically, I was also forced to study by my grandfather, but I didn't study after the senior high school entrance examination," Jiang Feng said.

If he hadn't gotten the game, he would have only helped clean the store and collected money to set the table instead of helping in the back kitchen like he is now.

"Could it be that you like being praised by others like Min Qi?" Ji Yue asked.

"I..." Jiang Feng just wanted to say that he didn't know how to say it, but his mouth stopped.

"Xiaofeng, dinner is ready, go help your mother with the meal!" Jiang Jiankang came out of the kitchen with braised prawns in oil.

Wang Hao just came back just like stepping on a spot to eat, with a look of rejoicing: "Oh, I caught up with it!"

As he spoke, he took the takeaway box to the back kitchen.

Jiang Feng was a little lost in thought when he was pretending to be eating. He just realized that he likes to be praised by others.

Whether it was cooking cucumbers for Chen Xiuxiu, or making claypot pork ribs rice in the dormitory during his freshman and sophomore years, he always wanted to be praised by others.

It is so troublesome to make a claypot pork ribs rice in the dormitory, and it takes a long time to buy vegetables, wash vegetables and process the meat, especially in most cases it is not what he wants to eat but Wang Hao wants to eat.

Isn't what he likes the satisfaction of being praised by others and the satisfaction of making food recognized by others?

Jiang Feng suddenly realized that he liked being a chef.

He hates the process of hard cooking, but he enjoys the results of hard cooking.

He has studied cooking for ten years for the praise of diners, not for the satisfaction of the old man.

Jiang Feng walked to the table with three bowls of rice and sat down to eat in peace.

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?" Wu Minqi asked, sitting next to him.

"It's nothing, I just discovered that I actually like cooking," Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi glanced at him: "Of course you like it."

"If you don't like it, you can't learn it so well."