Life is a Game

The staff lady walked up to Jiang Feng, the same one from last time, wearing high heels, showing her arms that had been training hard in the gym for two weeks but didn't seem to have any effect, her smile was full of murderous intent.

Today, she was going to avenge her shame in front of Jiang Feng, and let him see that her fitness training in the past two weeks was not for nothing!

The air sinks to the dantian, and the arms exert strength.

A large casserole of preserved egg and lean meat porridge was brought up steadily by the staff lady.

Five seconds later, break the power.

The staff lady looked at the casserole full of preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of her, with unwillingness and anger written all over her face.

Why I couldn't handle your brother's eight-treasure porridge two weeks ago, but I still can't handle your damn preserved egg and lean meat porridge two weeks later.

The staff member feels that the personal training lessons in the gym for the past two weeks have been wasted. The trainer is neither tall nor handsome nor strong. He is not 1.92 meters long and has no long legs. /10 is not as good.

Jiang Feng wanted to help her very much, but he had more energy than he could. After all, he was also a half-disabled person now. The gauze on his left hand hadn't been removed, and the wound on the tiger's mouth hadn't healed completely. If he had served the pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of him today, his left hand might have to explain it here.

The atmosphere gradually became awkward.

Wu Minqi, who had been following Jiang Feng's movements all the time, came over and said to the staff member who was doubting her life: "This pot of porridge is a bit heavy, let me serve it for you."

At that moment, the staff member felt that Wu Minqi was an angel, exuding holy light.

Such a holy and beautiful woman, how could Jiang Feng and He De be her boyfriend!

"Thank you." The staff member said sweetly, glancing back at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng: ...

Why do I feel that her eyes just now looked a bit like looking at a rival in love.

Wu Minqi walked up to the jury with a heavy casserole of preserved egg porridge, put it down, and the table trembled.

Han Guishan's eyes lit up, this portion is definitely more than the eight-treasure porridge last time!

Smelling the tangy aroma of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, Pei Shenghua committed his old habit of chattering again: "This Jiang Feng contestant is really good at making porridge. The sweet porridge is so good, and the salty porridge is not bad."

"Maybe it's talent." Zhu Chang couldn't explain why a 20-year-old young man is so proficient in cooking porridge, and his level is higher than those of the masters who have been cooking porridge for 20 or 30 years.

"It's a pity that he doesn't become a white case chef." Xu Cheng sighed.

"It's no pity, his red case is actually not bad." Tong Deyan began to ladle the porridge.

Han Guishan had already drunk it.

Compared with eight-treasure porridge, he naturally prefers preserved egg and lean meat porridge, which is less sweet and thicker, salty and delicious, and the most important thing is that the fusion of lean meat and preserved eggs in the mouth has always been his favorite.

Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrurr

Bowl after bowl, can't stop at all.

This is the feeling, this is the smell, it is the smell that he dreams of! Although I have never drunk it at all, it seems that I have met in a dream.

"Not as good as his eight-treasure porridge last time." Xu Cheng was a little disappointed.

"That's because you are too demanding. How can every dish be cooked equally well." Han Guishan took the time to defend his idol, and then buried himself in the porridge.

"Actually, it's really good, at the top level." Pei Shenghua said, scooping up another small bowl, "At his age, there is nothing to be picky about being able to cook such porridge."

Cooking porridge takes time and experience. Generally speaking, the more experienced the porridge cooker is, the better the porridge will be.

Jiang Feng was an exception.

Because he's a jerk.

"How long will it take for Guli's Jinsi Shaomai?" Han Guishan asked.

They chatted while drinking porridge, looking comfortable and at ease. They didn't seem to be the judges of the food show at all, but rather came to have a tea party.

"Twenty minutes, steaming is very fast." Pei Shenghua said, seeing that there was still a lot of porridge in the casserole, he asked, "Mr. Han, do you want to share the porridge with the audience?"

"Okay." Han Guishan gave the assistant a look. The assistant knew the elegance after hearing Xiange, and asked people to get bowls and spoons to share the porridge.

The assistant personally divides the porridge, ensuring that every audience at the scene can taste it under the premise that Han Guishan has enough to eat and drink for his wife and children.

Experienced viewers knew what was going to happen when they saw the staff holding the bowls and chopsticks.

Everyone craned their necks, staring expectantly at the pot of porridge on the judging table.

"Honey, do you love me?"

"Ah, what did you just say? I was looking at my phone and I didn't listen. What did you say?"

"Junjun, I remember you don't like porridge!"

"Who said I don't like porridge anymore? Who is spreading rumors about me? I really like porridge, I especially like porridge, especially porridge with preserved egg and lean meat!"

"you……"

"Hey, look, they took the bowls and chopsticks!"

"..."

The little brother on Ji Yue's left is obviously interested in her. Seeing that Ji Yue came alone without anyone accompanying him, he thinks this is a good opportunity.

"Hey, beauty, I don't like porridge, or you can help me drink my share!" The little brother decided to give up his appetite for the sudden love.

Ji Yue took a look at him, there was no Zhang Guanghang as handsome, Zhang Guanghang as tall, nor Zhang Guanghang as Zhang Guanghang.

It seemed that he was not as good as Jiang Feng.

"No need, I don't like porridge either." Ji Yue said.

The little brother on Ji Yue's right couldn't help but look at her, and the girlfriend of the little brother on the right glanced at Ji Yue's face, and immediately the alarm went off, thinking that this was a wall that was not easy to mess with.

"Hey, don't you like porridge? How about I help you drink it!" The little brother's girlfriend had bad intentions.

Ji Yue glanced at her, she was not as white as her, her nose bridge was not as high as her, she was not as good-looking as her, and her makeup was not as good as her own.

Even her delicate and contrived appearance can't compare to her own.

Not worth mentioning.

"Okay, I happen to be losing weight." Ji Yue said with a smile.

Brother and girlfriend are dumbfounded.

Ji Yue propped her head up in the stands, but what she really wanted to eat was the dishes made by her male god Zhang Guanghang himself.

Jiang Feng, who didn't live up to expectations, was only interested in falling in love, and didn't care about whether he was a passing old school girl or not. It's been a week since I asked him for Zhang Guanghang's Wechat, and he knew he was in a relationship, and he even forgot to give him a Wechat.

Han Guishan's all-purpose assistant is serving the porridge dutifully. Han Guishan is drinking the porridge, but his eyes are fixed on the steamer in front of Gu Li on the stage, thinking how fast he should drink the porridge so as to leave enough stomach Support him while eating siu mai and drinking porridge.

The assistants and staff were very fast, and within a few minutes, the entire audience tasted the preserved egg and lean meat porridge that Jiang Feng cooked today.

"It's delicious!"

"My God, how can there be such delicious porridge!"

"Honey, you should also learn how to cook porridge!"

"Stop making trouble, my dear, you should go and learn!"

"Oh my god……"

"..."

The same scenario is repeated over and over again.

Tong Deyan looked at the question from a very strange angle. He turned his head and looked at the auditorium for a long time, and asked, "Is the third row all the family members of Jiang Feng?"

The figures of the Jiang family were indeed the most dazzling and shining among the audience.

"It seems to be." Han Guishan took a look, "His family has a lot of relatives."

Pei Shenghua also took a curious look: "Their family... is very blessed!"

"Hey, is that Wu Hanxue in the fourth row? He's sitting right behind Jiang Feng and his family, and the one next to him seems to be his lover!" Pei Shenghua spotted Wu Hanxue sharply, "It seems that their parents have met!"

The atmosphere gradually became gossip.

Under the leadership of Pei Shenghua's Coal Girl Group, the judges' style of painting gradually shifted. Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang were all watching Gu Li on the stage. It's almost out.

Sure enough, after two minutes, Coulee turned off the fire, and the golden shredded roast was out of the pot.

The yellow egg skin is knotted on the shoulders of the siu mai, which is particularly conspicuous. The small and bulging siu mai looks like a lucky bag from afar, delicate and lovely.

The characteristic of Jinsi Shaomai is that it has a lot of stuffing and a thin skin, and it has a delicious fragrance. It looks like ordinary siu mai with more egg skin, but it is a dim sum in the Manchu banquet after all, and its taste is far better than the ordinary siu mai sold in the market.

It took Gu Li nearly 20 minutes to make the filling. How could this siu mai be ordinary.

A cage of 10 is perfect.

Each of the 5 judges has one, and Han Guishan has 5 each. After eating 5 siu mai, with the last bowl of preserved egg and lean pork porridge, it is 90% full, which is just right.

"Hic." Han Guishan burped contentedly.

The scores of the 5 judges have been scored, and the staff members are calculating the average scores, and the champion will be announced in less than two minutes.

"Who do you think is the champion in this competition?" Pei Shenghua asked.

"Gu Li." Zang Mu said.

"Gu Li." Tong Deyan said.

"Gu Li." Zhu Chang said.

"Gu Li." Xu Cheng said.

"Gu Li?" Han Guishan was a little surprised, but he soon felt relieved. Looking back at the porridge and siu mai he had just eaten, it seemed that the siu mai tasted better.

Han Guishan expressed some regret that his idol could not win the championship.

"Dear audience, our staff has already counted the scores of the four contestants and calculated the average score. Next, I will announce the champion, runner-up and third-runners of the 2nd Good Taste Cooking Competition." The host Xiao My sister stood on the stage again, and the audience was silent.

"Wu Minqi scored 8.8 points, Zhang Guanghang scored 9.2 points, Jiang Feng scored 9.2 points, and Gu Li scored 9.3 points. Let us congratulate Gu Li for winning the championship, Jiang Feng for the runner-up, and Zhang Guanghang for the third place. Moving on, our voting deadline is 9:00 pm on April 31, before that, everyone can use WeChat to log in to our official account, and vote for your favorite contestant.”

Coulee is the champion.

Jiang Feng inevitably felt a little regretful for missing the championship, especially when he only lost by 0.1 points.

"Congratulations." Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang looked at Gu Li at the same time and said to him.

But no matter what, he deserved the championship.

"Now let's pass the microphone to the five judges to hear their opinions on the dishes of the four contestants." The host lady said sweetly.

Zhu Chang picked up the microphone.