Life is a Game

Everyone's first reaction when they see this dish is that it is beautiful.

it's beautiful!

Layer upon layer, rich in color, just like a landscape painting.

The two old men were also very surprised. They didn't expect Jiang Feng to do a good job, so they put down their chopsticks to evaluate one or two.

In the next second, the back kitchen of Taifeng Building was crying again.

Sun Jikai, who took a bite with his chopsticks in his hand, also cried. The whole back kitchen was full of crying, tears intertwined, and each one was worse than the other.

"Third...Third brother, why don't you..." Jiang Weiguo felt that the whole world changed when he put down his chopsticks. Even Jiang Weiming cried. Although he didn't make a sound, his tears were surging.

Jiang Weiming has hidden too many negative emotions in his heart over the years, disappointment with his eldest son, guilt for his younger son, including his expectations for Jiang Feng now. Although he smiles every day and has a good temper and never gets angry, the burden in his heart is getting heavier every day.

From the moment the dish entered the mouth, he had an urge to cry wantonly and vent all the pressure in his heart.

He did this, and even though he was crying, he felt much better.

Some people are not only crying, he also said.

Sang Ming pulled Han Yigu, crying and said, "You say my sister is dark, short, not smart, not diligent, she can't even play mahjong, she is not good-looking, my family has no money, she has nothing to do except study. She has no advantages whatsoever, what will she do if she doesn't get into a good university!"

Han Yigu cried even harder: "Brother, why do I feel that you are scolding me? I'm not good at studying."

The two cried together.

Zhang Weiyu, who was eating melons beside him, was already dumbfounded. He pushed the person next to him and asked, "Why is this dish so unpalatable?"

Why are you crying harder than when you were eating wontons?

"It's not bad, it's quite delicious, but I just want to cry." The person next to him said that and then cried.

Jiang Weiguo looked at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiguo.

Jiang Weiguo felt that his little grandson must have looked crooked, and what kind of dishes he was cooking. Over the years, he has seen many dishes that can make people happy, but this is the first time he has seen one that makes people cry.

Jiang Feng was also dumbfounded.

Why didn't grandpa cry? He was still looking forward to seeing the old man cry.

Jiang Feng recalled the details of Li Hongzhang's chowder dishes: within 20 minutes after eating, people would have an extreme desire to cry and release negative emotions.

No way, the old man is so sunny in his heart, without any negative emotions?

"Why are you crying again? What dish did you cook just now?" Wu Minqi put the chrysanthemum fish out of the pot, seeing that the chef of Dahe was crying and there was no one to set the plate, so she put the plate together by herself.

The head of the fish is facing upwards, and the chrysanthemum knife flower is fried like a few blooming chrysanthemums. The fish meat is placed in the middle, and the fish tail is pressed to the bottom with only a little point exposed.

Not to mention, the upturned fish head still has a bit of the feeling of those fish in the starry sky looking up at the famous dish of a corrupt country.

"It may be that they have been under too much pressure recently. After eating my food, they were so moved that they needed to release it." Jiang Feng opened his mouth to talk nonsense.

Jiang Feng thought about the dishes Wu Minqi made, and felt strange: "You didn't make spicy dishes!"

"I can't help it. Peking doesn't eat spicy food very much. Malatang is mixed with sesame paste. If I cook those spicy dishes, I'm afraid it will affect the business of the store." Wu Minqi said.

"Girl Wu, don't worry so much, just let go and do it," Jiang Weiguo said.

Wu Minqi froze for a moment, then smiled: "Okay."

Then it's off to get the chopped chillies and peppercorns for the next dish.

Jiang Feng: ...

It always felt like Wu Minqi had untied some kind of seal just now.

After the 20-minute buff expired, everyone gradually stopped crying, only Han Yigu was still crying and heartbroken.

"Brother, don't cry, think about my sister, she is dark and..." Sang Ming tried to comfort him.

"Shut up!" Han Yigu was even more sad.

...

Except for some small accidents that cannot be ignored, today's dish test is still very satisfactory. The two old men have made a decision in their hearts. Try the special dishes today and the regular dishes tomorrow. After the menu is confirmed and the kitchen staff work for two days, it is almost time to open.

Everything went well with Wang Xiulian and the eldest aunt. Although there were some minor problems, they were harmless. Everyone is a professional proprietress, and there are professional hotel lobby managers and Ji Yue, who is full of professional talents and skills in hotel management, to help. Nothing happened, and it went smoothly.

Fang Mei, the service manager of Taifeng Building, is 31 years old. A few years ago, she worked as a foreman at a Michelin restaurant in New York. Later, she returned to China to get married and worked in a star-rated hotel in Shanghai for a while. She was recruited by headhunters. She is kind and experienced, loose when it should be loose, and strict when it should be strict. Wang Sulian likes her very much.

Ji Yue is the foreman, but her working hours are very casual, and her salary is also very casual. In her words, she is a cartoonist, and being a waiter is just to find inspiration for her drawings.

"Sister Ji Yue, are you in charge of the meal tonight?" In just one afternoon, a little tail followed Ji Yue.

The little tail is called Qi Rou, 18 years old, and like Sang Ming, she came to Beidiao with her fellow countrymen after graduating from high school.

If she didn't come to Peiping, she would stay in her hometown and marry and have children with men of similar age under the arrangement of her parents. Many of her classmates in elementary school and junior high school were already mothers of at least one child. She didn't want to live that kind of life.

She felt that even if she wanted to get married, she had to make some money herself, so that she could have confidence when she married.

"A sycophant." Qi Rou's fellow countryman gave her a blank look.

"Today, the back kitchen will test the dishes, and I will definitely take care of the food tonight." Ji Yue said, and glanced at Qi Rou's fellow countryman calmly.

Fang Mei frowned.

It is difficult to recruit service personnel now, and it is even more difficult to recruit high-quality service personnel. The Jiang family has no experience in recruiting workers. Although the wages are high, the recruitment time is too short, resulting in the recruitment of good and bad waiters.

We can only slowly recruit people after opening, or cultivate potential employees.

Fang Mei planned to bring this matter up with the proprietresses later.

Ji Yue wandered slowly to the back kitchen, orderly, but everyone's eye circles were a little red, and a few of them still had tears on their faces. Ji Yue had a lot of experience in being caught by Jiang Feng as a guinea pig, so she guessed right away that Jiang Feng made Li Hongzhang's chowder.

"Are you really planning to sell this dish?" Ji Yue was startled. Although this dish tastes good, the side effects are amazing. After eating it, she wanted to cry, and after crying, she felt relieved.

In May, because of the pressure of rushing to draft, she wanted to coo but did not dare to coo, almost every two days she had to eat Li Hongzhang's chowder and cry to relax. During that time, Wang Xiulian talked to her in a comforting tone, thinking that she was so happy and sad because she was broken in love.

At that time, Comrade Wang Xiulian did not expect that Ji Yue had been single for a year or two, and there was no chance of falling in love.

"This dish is a big dish. It is famous and can be sold at a high price. It must be sold!" Jiang Feng said that he still has some business sense.

Ji Yue: ...

Forget it, as long as you are happy.

The staple food for dinner is two pots of porridge cooked by Jiang Feng, and the dishes are the leftovers from the test dishes of the chefs in the back kitchen. Jiang Feng didn't dare to take out the remaining Li Hongzhang's chowder, for he was afraid that the new employees of Taifeng Building would cry away.

Qi Rou was very happy to see the variety of dinner dishes, but her fellow countryman was dissatisfied, and whispered: "The capitalists, use these leftovers to fool us."

She thought her voice was very low, but in fact, Ji Yue, who was three people away from her, heard it all.

Ji Yue couldn't help but glanced at this young girl with an ordinary face and the appearance that someone owed her eight million, and wondered how Aunt Wang recruited her.

Ji Yue thought about it, it's none of my business, anyway, if she has a problem with her job, she will definitely be fired.

"Jiang Feng, which dish did Zhang Guanghang cook?" Ji Yue walked up to Jiang Feng and asked in a low voice.

"That spinach pile, Sixi meatballs in front, and that lamb chop next to you, and..." Jiang Feng saw what he said, but was stopped by Ji Yue before he finished speaking.

"Enough is enough." Ji Yue said, quickly picked up a piece of lamb chops.

"Actually, Ji Xue's Watan Huadiao Chicken tastes the best, but it hasn't been taken out in the kitchen. Would you like to go in and try it?" Jiang Feng suggested.

"Don't be in a hurry, the future will be long. What kind of lamb chop is this, and what's its full name?" Ji Yue asked.

"French-style grilled lamb chops with rosemary." Jiang Feng didn't understand why Ji Yue asked this.

The next second, he understood.

"Oh my god, this French roasted lamb chops with rosemary is too delicious. It's simply wonderful. It's delicious, juicy, full of color and taste, and the jade plate is nothing more than a delicacy!" Ji Yue patted Rainbow Fart with emotion.

Jiang Feng: ...

"You're too exaggerated." Jiang Feng whispered.

Ji Yue quickly adjusted her expression, showing a little more sincerity: "I was too excited just now and couldn't control my expression."

Jiang Feng: ...

Oh, woman.