Life is a Game

For the next few days, Jiang Feng was practicing the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

A squab and a duck practiced repeatedly. Jiang Feng didn't feel the passage of time, and seven days passed in a flash. Sun Guanyun preached for seven days and taught for seven days, and did not teach a day. When the time was up, he disappeared without a trace.

Now that Jiang Feng's whole pigeon bone removal has been practiced at a high level, the two old men Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming have also seen it very closely these days, and they can give advice except for the Gorgon juice.

Countless pigeons and ducks died in Jiang Feng's hands these days. The ducks were not as tasty as the pigeons, and they were all sold by Wang Xiulian as special dishes. They were very popular, while the pigeons were digested internally. Now the staff of the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant can eat an average of two to three pigeons per day. Wang Hao eats every mouthful and smells like pigeons. Everyone jokingly calls him that the smell of pigeons has not dissipated.

At 3:37 pm on March 30, Jiang Feng perfectly deboned another pigeon.

Now that he has truly become a pigeon killer, he has neither feelings nor money. Just as he was about to put the shaved bones into the pot to cook soup, Ji Yue came in with his mobile phone.

"Jiang Feng, your phone." Ji Yue handed him the phone.

"Hello." Jiang Feng wiped his hands.

"Hello, is this Mr. Jiang Feng? I am a staff member of the Good Taste Cooking Competition. Do you have time tomorrow morning?"

"some."

"It's like this, since our games have been broadcast live on TV since the top 32, and will be edited and broadcast exclusively on a certain point as a web series, so we need your cooperation to record a few minutes of VCR As pre-match publicity."

"vcr?"

"Yes, it only takes about a minute. You can say whatever you want, such as the pre-match declaration, a brief cooking experience, etc., as long as you don't advertise, it won't take too much of your time. Tomorrow morning At nine o'clock, on the seventh floor of Provincial Taiwan, our staff will wait for you at the elevator entrance."

Jiang Feng thought about it, it was just a one-minute short video, it shouldn't be difficult, so he agreed.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Feng became a little absent-minded.

Do you want to put on a mask tonight?

Fill the squab on hand, soak it in water, pine needles, and then put it in the steamer to steam. Jiang Feng can't see any mistakes at the moment, and he will only be able to see it after the squab comes out of the pot an hour later.

After washing his hands, Jiang Feng went to Comrade Wang Xiulian to ask for a mask.

Wang Xiulian is settling accounts at the counter. Since the start of multiple businesses, the accounts of the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant have been difficult to calculate. Comrade Wang Xiulian is either settling accounts or on the way of settling accounts every day.

"Mom, do you have a mask for me!" Jiang Feng said.

Wang Xiulian didn't even give him a look, she didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, she lowered her head and concentrated on pressing the calculator, and said perfunctorily, "You boy, what kind of mask do you put on? Go back and be your duck!"

"Oh, by the way, the price of pigeons has increased recently. You should practice less pigeons and cook more ducks. Eating pigeons every day is too nourishing. I have a pimple on my face at such an age." Wang Xiulian couldn't help touching it with her left hand. Touching the big shiny new pimple on his forehead, he kept pressing the calculator with his right hand.

"It's fine if you sell the pigeons too, and they don't know the original price if you put a special price on it." Jiang Feng said, the effect of practicing with ducks is far inferior to that of pigeons.

"A small pigeon sells for dozens of dollars, do you think our house is a big restaurant?" Wang Xiulian finally raised her head and gave Jiang Feng a look that you don't know if you are not in charge of the family, "If you can't sell it, it's fine. Baby, go back to the kitchen, I'll settle the score and don't bother me. Did you see your dad, and where did he die?"

"He went to pay for Sha County's snacks." Jiang Feng said, just as he was about to go back to the kitchen, he realized that Comrade Wang Xiulian led him away. He came to ask for a mask.

"No, Mom, just now the organizer's staff called and asked me to go to the provincial station to record a VCR video for pre-match promotion tomorrow." Jiang Feng said, "Didn't you say before, put on a mask before going on TV cease."

Only then did Wang Xiulian pay attention to it, stopped her hands, and asked seriously: "Then what kind of VR short video will be broadcast on TV?"

"Should be," Jiang Feng said.

"Don't tell me earlier, why don't you put on a facial mask? Mom will support you and ask your dad to bring you a piece from upstairs at night. I thought you and Ji Yue watched Mr. Zou's broken TV series every day and wanted to learn from those little freshmen." Meat maintenance mask, son, I tell you that it is not necessary, this kind of thing is useless, it is a waste of money!" Wang Xiulian said, "Mom told you, the moisturizing mask sent by the beauty salon is particularly effective, better than those outside The facial mask that cost tens of dollars is much better!"

Jiang Feng: "...Okay, I got it, Mom."

"By the way, you have to take care of your skin after applying it. Really, your dad has been making money for so long, so he must be hiding somewhere and being lazy. This day, I am diligent in hiding money from my house. I found out three times yesterday. If you are not sad at all, you must still have a big head." Wang Xiulian said angrily.

Jiang Feng: ...

Let's not talk, let's give Jiang Jiankang some wax first, Xiao Jinku must be cold with such poor acting skills.

Jiang Jiankang, who had no idea that he was about to face disaster, happily walked in while eating the tea eggs sent by the Sha County snack owner, and saw that Jiang Feng was not in the kitchen, and said, "Son, come out and rest!"

"Your cub is going to the province to record some vr or something tomorrow, you go upstairs to get him a mask at night, and then bring him the skin care product on my bedside, the mask is from the beauty salon, don't take it from me I went to Hong Kong City to buy it last year." Wang Xiulian reminded.

"Okay!"

...

In the evening, Jiang Feng returned to the dormitory with a bag of Comrade Wang Xiulian's skin care products that Jiang Jiankang had packed for him.

Wang Xiulian's skin care products are almost all from the same brand, and they are probably all sent by beauty salons. What is on the bottle is radical new age, facial treatment repair c, English Jiang Feng can understand, essence, water, face cream, eye cream, etc., but the descriptions behind are all in Japanese, Jiang Feng can't read it with half-guessing Understand.

As a straight man with a single mother and child, the limit of his skin care is Dabao.

"Brother Feng, what are you looking at?" Wang Hao asked when he saw Jiang Feng playing with those bottles.

"My mother lent me her skin care products for one night, but I don't know how to use them!" Jiang Feng said, "Don't say that her beauty salon is quite foreign, it's all in English and Japanese."

"It's all like this, as long as it's not sold in Chinese, it's expensive." Wang Hao picked up a can of big red bottle and looked at it for a long time without seeing anything. He gave up and took out his mobile phone, "Ask Du Niang, Brother Feng, can you understand the above?" English not?"

"The jar in your hand is cream," Jiang Feng said.

"Let me take a look. Before applying the mask, you should pat water first. No, this one says you don't need to pat water. No, this one says you need to pat water. Forget it. Brother Feng, you should pat water first." Wang Hao looked at the phone. For example, see "Signal and System", "Water, essence, eye cream, milk, face cream, no, this is water, essence, milk, eye cream, face cream, wrong..."

Jiang Feng felt that Wang Hao was talking about a tongue twister, so he took the phone and looked at it for himself, but he couldn't understand it.

"Let's pat the water first and then apply the mask, Brother Feng, is this bottle water?" Wang Hao picked up a bottle of water.

"I think, shouldn't we wash our face with facial cleanser first?" Jiang Feng suggested with his little skin care experience left.

...

Finally, after a rough operation, Jiang Feng finished the skin care work with difficulty and lamented how troublesome the girl's daily life was, and began to clean up the bottles and cans on the table.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Jiang Feng felt that his skin was indeed much brighter.

I saw that Comrade Wang Xiulian is not stingy, and the facial masks and skin care products sent by the beauty salon are really effective.

Holding the bottle of water that was wasted by Jiang Feng because of a misoperation just now, Wang Hao sighed: "Brother Feng, don't tell me, the name of the beauty salon where your mother does beauty is quite foreign, it's actually called sk-2 .”

"Yeah, the effect is quite good." Jiang Feng sighed, "Shop of conscience!"