Life is a Game

The atmosphere between Jiang Weiguo and Sun Guanyun was delicate and full of gunpowder.

With a smile on his face, Jiang Weiming sat on the Diaoyutai.

Jiang Feng looked blank, and would soon become a fish in a pond.

"Have you figured it out?" Sun Guanyun said in a deep voice.

"Thought it out." Jiang Feng said with a straight face, "The shrimps are also washed."

Sun Guanyun nodded: "You start matching."

Jiang Feng had been thinking about these three sauces last night at two or three o'clock in the morning.

In his opinion, sauces mainly have 4 flavors, sweet, salty, sour and spicy. Among them, the sour is special, and can be mixed with salty or spicy. Most of the sauces of boiled chicken and boiled shrimp will add some vinegar.

Vinegar can whet the appetite and increase people's appetite. It is one of the simplest methods of seasoning, so vinegar was added to the three sauces Jiang Feng chose.

After trying so many complicated sauces in his mind, the three that Jiang Feng finally chose were surprisingly simple.

Salty, spicy with a little sour, sour and salty.

The prawn itself has a slight sweetness, if you use a sweet sauce, it will be the opposite.

The sauce is to set off the original taste of the shrimp, not to cover it up.

Jiang Feng finished mixing the sauce under the watchful eyes of the three old men. A little nervous, mainly because the old man's gaze is too oppressive, especially Jiang Weiguo's eyes, basically no different from the head teacher who always watched you at the back door in high school.

"Okay... okay." Jiang Feng tried in vain to see something from Jiang Weiguo's face.

As a result, nothing was seen.

"Is the sign ready?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"Put it away." Just as Jiang Feng finished speaking, Ji Yue shouted outside.

"Jiang Feng, the tasting guest is here, are you alright?"

The healthy stir-fry restaurant does not serve breakfast. The three girls in the restaurant are probably from the same dormitory. They just saw the sign coming in after breakfast at the ramen restaurant opposite. I didn’t see the sign at the entrance yesterday. This is the first time I participated in the trial at the restaurant next to the school. Eat, a little cramped.

"What does custom mean on the sign outside?" the short-haired black-haired girl asked.

"Is it necessary to give an opinion during the tasting?" the short-haired yellow-haired girl asked.

"You tell me your tastes, what you like and what you avoid. I'll make you sauces." Jiang Feng said, holding a post-it note and starting to write down.

"Well, no ginger and garlic, no coriander, not too salty, not too spicy, not too sweet and not too sour." The short-haired yellow-haired girl said.

Jiang Feng: "..."

"It's a bit stronger, don't need sesame oil, you can add a little spicy, not too salty." The only long-haired girl said.

"I'm not picky, as long as it's not too spicy." The short-haired black-haired girl said.

Tear off the post-it note, he had to cook the shrimp before they were cooked, Jiang Feng reminded Ji Yue that someone would come and write it down for him before going into the kitchen.

Jiang Feng was a skilled worker who used a toothpick to remove the shrimp thread, and he could remove the shrimp very clean without twisting the head and pulling out the tail.

Shrimp thread is the digestive tract of shrimp, which will affect the taste of shrimp, especially when it is boiled. Putting more than twenty shrimps into the pot together, Jiang Feng began to judge the dipping ingredients according to the tastes of the three of them.

Garlic was more or less added to the three dipping sauces. The girls with short hair and yellow hair talked the most, but the second half was worthless. Jiang Feng thought about it and chose the third and most traditional sour with a little garlic for her. Salty, long-haired girls are naturally given the second type of spicy and sour, and the last girl is also the third type.

Two minutes later, the shrimp in the pot had turned red, the heat was just right, and the meat was tender. Turn off the heat, use the colander to remove the shrimps from the pot, put the three shrimps in the plate with the chopsticks, put four plates in a tray, and Jiang Feng took them out with both hands.

After the three girls finished eating, they all agreed very much.

"It's okay, it's delicious."

"tasty."

"not bad."

The short-haired yellow-haired girl said that she would not eat onions, ginger, and garlic, but she was not dissatisfied even though there was garlic in the sauce dish.

"Are there any dissatisfaction?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's just a little garlic, but the taste is not strong. I can't taste it anyway. It's okay, it's a little salty." The short-haired yellow-haired girl said.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with it. I think it's pretty good. Would it be more fragrant if you add some sesame oil?" The short-haired black-haired girl was a little confused.

"It's pretty good, it would be better if it was more spicy." The long-haired woman said.

"It's gone?" The three said in unison.

Jiang Feng nodded: "No more."

The three left together and couldn't help but start discussing.

"Hey, speaking of it, I haven't eaten shrimp during Chinese New Year."

"Yeah, I want to eat shrimp too, does their store sell it at noon?"

"It shouldn't be for sale. Didn't you see that the sign at the door is for tasting? It's definitely not for sale. It will be sold after the tasting is over."

"Hey, I guess I won't want to eat in two days."

"Doesn't the canteen sell prawns? It's just a bit unpalatable and not too fresh. If you want to eat it at noon, go to the canteen."

"The cafeteria is too..."

Jiang Feng was collecting the dishes and wiping the table when he heard Ji Yue who was holding the tablet suddenly say something.

"Why do I feel that the sauce you gave to those two girls with short hair is the same?"

Jiang Feng was startled, the two eating girls didn't notice it, but Ji Yue, who was drawing beside him, did notice it instead.

"You see it?"

"I smell it. I still have the level of dealing with food in your restaurant every day." Ji Yue focused on the digital board without raising her head, "What are you doing today? Since they are all the same you And ask them what their taste is."

"Just take it as an exam question, but don't tell the guests!" Jiang Feng reminded.

"oh."

...

The tasting activity lasted until 10:30, and after 10:30, people began to come to have lunch. The flow of people this morning is not as much as yesterday afternoon, and there are too few students who can get up and go out for breakfast early in the morning without class. There were about 30 people who came to taste the food, which was similar to the feedback from yesterday afternoon.

All the praises, the most amazing thing is that the comments are almost the same as yesterday afternoon.

It's nothing more than, a little salty, not spicy enough, just add more vinegar.

Jiang Weiguo was in a good mood and helped cook a lot of dishes at noon. Jiang Weiming and Sun Guanyun became interested when they saw Jiang Weiguo doing the work. The two snatched Jiang Feng's work for a while, and rushed him to the front to help pass the dishes and wipe the table. Jiang Wei was the oldest next year, and he rested after frying two dishes. Instead, Sun Guanyun regained the feeling of being a chef in Jubaolou, and worked with Jiang Weiguo from start to finish.

The students who heard the news from outside were going crazy, especially those from Guangdong Province. They almost cried with joy when they heard that they could order Cantonese cuisine.

Before arriving at the restaurant, it was just half past eleven, and the group of students who got out of class at twelve o'clock hadn't started to occupy the canteens and restaurants, and the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant was already full of guests.

It’s not a big deal for six people to sit at a four-person table and eat together without knowing each other. They eat food standing in the store, eating outside the store, and even standing in front of the stewed vegetable store next door. The food is a bit cold when you take it home, and it doesn’t taste the best. Many people would rather stand on the side of the road with a plate and eat it than pack it and eat it later in the dormitory.

What Ji Yue shouted has become: "Everyone, please hurry up and eat quickly. Those who eat rice bowls should overcome standing and eat, and give up their seats to those who order food!"

"Hey, let me out, let me out, the students who are squatting here let me out, let me bring the food over."

"I'm sorry, it's too late to clean the table, can I trouble you, hey, okay, thank you!"

Jiang Feng even suspected that if there were not enough dishes in the back kitchen, there would not be enough dishes for lunch today.

"Jiang Feng, what are you doing here? Didn't you see that the table in front of you is finished eating? Go and collect the table!"

"Hey!" Jiang Feng walked over with a rag, "Let's go, let's go, be careful if the dishes are spilled, empty plate, see the table by the window, put it there!"

The takeaway orders in the wechat applet were about to explode, and Jiang Feng called Liu Zixuan and Wang Hao to deliver takeaways when they wanted pigeons today. Liu Zixuan had no class in the morning, and was originally happy in the dormitory, but when he came to see so many people in the store, he was shocked.

"Brother Feng, what day is it today? Is there an event? Is it 50% off?" Liu Zixuan felt that only the train station during the Spring Festival travel season could match it.

"My grandfather, my third grandfather, and the former chef of Jubaolou are all in the back kitchen," Jiang Feng said.

"The Treasure House in fj?" Liu Zixuan lost his voice, he had seen the world before.

Jiang Feng nodded.

"Nice, awesome, wait for me for lunch!" Liu Zixuan didn't know what to say for a while, so he went to deliver food without saying much.

"Jiang Feng, what are you doing in a daze? The table by the window is finished, go and collect the table!" Commander-in-Chief Ji Yue began to give orders again, shouting upstairs, "Aunt Wang, can there be more seats on the second floor? "

The crowding of the healthy stir-fry restaurant ends with the stewed vegetables next door, S county snacks and the generosity of the owner of the ramen shop opposite.

There are only so many customers, the business of the healthy stir-fry restaurant is booming, but the business of other restaurants is relatively deserted.

Everyone has a good relationship on weekdays. Comrade Wang Xiulian, a business genius, has successively negotiated a great project of cooperating with braised vegetables to sell braised vegetables, cooperating with county snacks to sell crock pot soup, and cooperating with the opposite ramen restaurant to sell sauced beef. When the business of their own stores was deserted, the owners of the three stores generously gave up the unused tables and chairs, and let the students of University A who had no seats bring in the meals from the healthy stir-fry restaurant.

The crowding in the store was over, but Jiang Feng's heart was still hanging.

Because this ordinary-looking boy in front of him has already eaten 3 plates of dry fried beef, 3 large plates!

Now eating plate 4.

"Zhang Zhiyun, are you okay?" The roommates who came with him were a little scared.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Zhang Zhiyun said, "This dry fried beef river is really delicious. It tastes like this at my house, and it feels like this. My grandma used to make it for me. Oh, that's it. This taste."

As he spoke, Zhang Zhiyun burst into tears with Ganchao Niuhe.

"It turns out that when my grandma was still there, it tasted like this. I haven't tasted it for many years, and it tastes like this." Zhang Zhiyun sobbed again and again, while picking up a plate and putting fried beef river into his mouth.

Big and big tears fell from the eye sockets on the table in a daze.

After eating the fourth plate, Zhang Zhiyun was useless to eat again, wiped his tears to check out, and asked: "Student, will you always buy this in the store?"

"Maybe only at noon today," Jiang Feng said.

"Then pack a copy." Zhang Zhiyun took out his phone again to scan the QR code to pay.

"You're crazy, you want to die!" His classmate stopped him.

"I'll pack it up and eat it at night!"

Jiang Feng put away the plate, and when he was wiping the table, his palm touched the wet tears on the table.

"drop."

Jiang Feng:?

The spicy chicken game is cheating again?