Life is a Game

Jiang Feng finished cutting a plate of thin radish slices contentedly, put down the knife to stretch his muscles, turned around, and saw Jiang Weiming standing at the door.

"Hey, third grandpa, you're here. Where's my grandpa?" Jiang Feng asked.

"He's calling outside." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, "What are you doing?"

"Process the ingredients for lunch and dinner. By the way, third grandpa, the theme of the 16-to-8 competition the day after tomorrow is chicken. If I want to make Babao chicken, I will use the method of Babao chestnut pigeon. Do you think it will work?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I think it's pretty good." Jiang Weiming had a smile on his face.

Within two minutes, Jiang Weiguo also came in, and Jiang Feng repeated the question just now.

Jiang Weiguo was silent for a while, with a fake smile on his face, and said: "Your idea is very good, go try it out."

When Jiang Feng went to get the tender hen that had been deboned, he couldn't help but look back at the two old men. He felt that something was wrong with them.

According to the stuffing method of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, Jiang Feng made a "Eight Treasure Chestnut Chicken". Change.

After tasting the finished product, Jiang Feng said that he was a bit speechless.

How to put it, it is not unpalatable, but very discordant.

Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming were silent after tasting.

The first time Jiang Feng cooked a dish, there was basically no failure to overturn it. This was the consensus of everyone. Every time he was scolded bloody by the old man in the kitchen, it greatly expanded the vocabulary, methods and metaphors of the old man's swearing. Jiang Feng held his breath and looked at the old man's slightly unkind expression, knowing that he was going to be scolded.

The expression on Jiang Weiguo's face changed.

She put away her unkindness and dissatisfaction, and turned into a false and reluctant smile, and said with a pleasant face: "This dish still has some ideas."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"The production method is very mature, which is worthy of recognition. However, chicken is different from pigeon meat, the meat is thicker, and there is no need for pine needles at all. Tender hen can be stuffed with vegetables, but your stuffing is not fresh enough, you need a little more bamboo shoots and Dried scallops, you need to add Shaoxing wine to taste when steaming, and this..."

Jiang Feng was shocked.

This is not the old man he knew!

If it was the past, the old man would not be joking, it would be considered polite to keep a straight face. He is a complete tyrant in the kitchen, he can't see anything that he thinks is wrong, how can he think that he is so calm today, what he said must be:

"Keep your eyes open to see what the hell you're making. Are you eating it for people? Are you willing to sell this kind of thing to customers? Can't you tell the difference between a chicken and a pigeon? What kind of chicken is it?" You don’t know what kind of pigeon meat is. You know how to cut vegetables every day. What else can you do besides cutting vegetables? Is it useful to cook them well? What is it, you won’t be able to use your brain even a little bit, I’ve taught you for so many years, it’s gone into a pig’s brain, you..."

"I think we need to add some ham." Jiang Weiming's words brought Jiang Feng back to reality.

The two old men discussed for a long time, and finally discussed the prototype of the chestnut-flavor filling, and asked Jiang Feng to estimate the ratio and make it again.

The second eight-treasure chicken was put on the steamer, and Wu Minqi also came to help out in the back kitchen. The meal time was approaching, and there were more take-out orders.

"You're on the trending list." Wu Minqi put on her apron.

Jiang Feng almost choked to death with a mouthful of saliva, and said in surprise, "How do you know that?"

"I just checked Weibo and saw it." Wu Minqi began to look at the takeout list, "What are you going to do for the next game?"

"Use the recipe of Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon to make Eight Treasure Chicken." Jiang Feng poured the eggplant from the plate into the pot, "What are you going to do?"

"Kung Pao Chicken, Zhang Guanghang cooks French red wine chicken stew." Wu Minqi said.

"How did you know?"

"I added him as a WeChat friend last night."

Jiang Feng was suddenly wronged.

I feel like you are isolating me!

"You left too early yesterday. He also wanted to add you. Do you want to add him? I'll share his business card with you." Wu Minqi saw that the oil in the pot was hot and began to pour the ingredients.

"Zi."

"want."

There weren't too many guests at noon today, but many people from the physics department who knew Jiang Feng came here admiringly to watch this physicist who had advanced to the top 16 in the country in terms of culinary skills.

During the lunch break, Ji Yue switched to another sand sculpture drama, she had already abandoned the previous one, and now she was having a lot of fun facing the new male god nympho.

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi followed her to watch. Jiang Feng felt bored after watching it for a few minutes, so he went to the kitchen to practice Babao Chicken. Wu Minqi watched it for another two minutes, and was about to get up and leave.

"You don't want to watch?" Ji Yue pressed the pause button and turned to ask.

"No, I don't like watching this kind of drama." Wu Minqi said.

"I thought you were serious about Mr. Zou's movie before, and you even asked me about the plot." Ji Yue felt strange, and glanced at the phone screen, "Are the two dramas similar?"

"That drama is different, I'll go first." Wu Minqi left after speaking.

Ji Yue looked at the screen with some doubts, continued to play, and muttered: "The filters are all the same, what's different?"

...

After nine o'clock in the evening, the back kitchen was completely closed, and the relatively successful eight-treasure chicken that Jiang Feng made last had all entered the stomach of Jiang Jiankang, who had only eaten two bowls of rice for dinner.

Jiang Jiankang hiccupped and praised: "Son, yes, this one is well-done and tasty, but the chicken is a little fat and the fat is a little thick."

"Hi, add less ham, it's fine."

The two old men left at eight o'clock, and Jiang Feng helped clean up the tables and chairs before returning to the dormitory.

Wang Hao was sitting on his seat and typing away the wps document. When he heard a change at the door, he immediately saved and exited and switched to the teaching video of information optics theory, pretending to watch it.

Jiang Feng pushed the door open.

"Hey, Brother Feng is back!" Wang Hao said, getting up, "Oh, it's past nine o'clock, I'm taking a shower, I'm exhausted after studying all day."

Jiang Feng was startled when he saw the lecture video on Wang Hao's computer and the draft paper on the table. Could it be that he really started to study hard again?

Could it be that "Did you Fourier transform today" is not actually his trumpet?

"Do you still play Weibo recently?" Jiang Feng asked calmly, "Ji Yue told me today that I was on the hot search."

"Brother Feng, you are actually on the hot search, awesome!" Wang Hao looked surprised, and the expression on his face didn't seem to be deliberately pretending at all, "I get angry when I talk about Weibo, don't I have two Weibo? Bo trumpet? They were all blocked, I really don’t know which goddamn person reported me, I’m so mad! That’s the trumpet I used to rank my goddess!”

Jiang Feng felt that he had misunderstood Wang Hao, and felt a little guilty in his heart: "Don't be angry, don't you still have a big account? I lent you my Weibo to make the list. It seems that my account has not been listed for more than a year."

"Okay!" Wang Hao took the clothes and the basin into the toilet.

Turning on the phone and looking at the likes and private messages received on Weibo, Wang Hao silently changed the number from "Did you Fourier Transform today" to "Have you studied today?"

It's just too easy to rave about it!