Life is a Game

The reporters at the desk also noticed the movement next to them and started discussing.

"What's going on over there?"

"It seems that Mr. Xu Cheng wants to order."

"Order? The food doesn't suit Mr. Xu Cheng's appetite? This is a big deal, so write it down, someone will go and check it out!" A certain reporter didn't think it was too big of a deal, seeing the fire in front of him, he wanted to pour two barrels of gasoline on it. The old problem is committed again.

A colleague surnamed Wang from the same magazine tugged on his clothes and gave him a hint in his eyes.

This one gave money, and the price is still very high!

A certain reporter immediately reacted and changed the subject: "I just saw that this restaurant uses a tablet to order food. It's very interesting, Lao Wang. Let's ask the waiter for a tablet to look at the menu."

A colleague surnamed Wang thought the idea was good, and went to the waiter to ask for a tablet.

In the end, Ji Yue came over with a stack of tablets, followed by two young, beautiful and professional waiters who came to explain. Two minutes later, the guests in area c, like all other guests, were addicted to the tablets and couldn't help themselves.

Anyway, this ordering system is quite fun.

At first, Xu Cheng just wanted to order a porridge for Xia Mubing. He remembered that Jiang Feng's eight-treasure porridge was quite good, but when he got the tablet, it was like a woman clicking on Taobao, and he couldn't help looking down.

The more you look at it, the more curious it becomes. The Jiang family is powerful enough. Three of the top four in the Good Taste Cooking Competition have become employees of Taifeng Building. Even Ji Xue and Sun Jikai are there, and they co-organized a cooking competition with Han Guishan. It's for the selection of chefs for Taifeng Building.

There are quite a few dishes in it that he wants to order and taste, especially Jiang Weiming's chicken sauce bean curd, but today is not the time. He originally planned to stay in Beiping for a longer period of time, so that he would have time to slowly taste the craftsmanship of the two master chefs of Taifenglou, especially those dishes that had never been eaten in a healthy stir-fry restaurant.

"Jiang Feng's shop is amazing. Guess who his family hired to be the chef?" Pei Shenghua said to Tong Deyan with a smile.

Tong Deyan concentrated on eating and ignored him.

"Wu Minqi?" Zhu Chang asked.

"Not only that, but also, we all know each other." Pei Shenghua smiled mysteriously.

"Know each other? I heard that Yao Xingsheng from Ruyifang is going to immigrate to accompany his son. Could it be that he was poached here?" Zhu Chang's brain was wide open.

"Where did you go, Yao Xingsheng was still sending his Moments to make lunch for his son yesterday, we know Yao Xingsheng but not Zang Mu, let's guess again!" Pei Shenghua had the ugly face of an insider.

"The food is served, the shredded yam." Tong Deyan said.

Pei Shenghua immediately stopped playing the boring game of guessing people together. He put down the tablet and handed it to Zhu Chang directly. He took out his mobile phone and did not forget to warn Tong Deyan: "Let me take a picture first."

Zhu Chang picked up the tablet and looked at it, with a surprised expression on his face: "Yo, it turned out that it was Jiang Feng who cut off Mr. Sun's beard, and Mr. Sun's grandson was also there. Thankfully, Mr. Sun didn't come this time, otherwise he would really be so angry. gone."

"En?" Tong Deyan became interested, and leaned over to take a look, "Zhang Guanghang is also here, no wonder Mr. Xia is here today."

"Who is Zhang Guanghang? Is he related to Mr. Xia?" A chef at the same table asked curiously.

"Abel Duran, that talented French chef is Mr. Xia's apprentice, don't you know? The food competition I was a judge some time ago, Tong Deyan, Zhu Chang and Zang Mu were also judges, and it was broadcast on TV. You didn’t watch me when I was on camera, but you didn’t watch it? That web show has hundreds of millions of views, and I have hundreds of thousands of fans on Weibo, and Zhang Guanghang is the third place in that competition.” Chatterbox Pei Shenghua shot After the photo is taken, the skill is launched: big talk tuberculosis.

"He is actually Mr. Xia's apprentice! Hasn't he won many international awards? I remember reading his report some time ago. He is only the third? Then who is the first?" The chef at the same table asked. Thanks to Pei Shenghua's friend, he can quickly and accurately extract key words from a bunch of his nonsense.

"You haven't said why you haven't watched that show, and you haven't watched any variety shows. Didn't I post on Moments before? You didn't watch my Moments?" Pei Shenghua continued to use his big talk skills.

"This shredded yam should be made by Jiang Feng. It was the second place in our competition. It's pretty good. Try it while it's hot." Zhu Chang invited, automatically blocking Pei Shenghua.

The chef at the same table picked up a chopsticks of shredded yam and lightly bit a piece, the yam inside was still steaming.

Just one sip is enough to be amazing.

"Yes, this shredded yam is really good. Which chef is Jiang Feng? Why haven't I heard of it before?" The chef at the same table lit up and automatically blocked Pei Shenghua.

"It's the young owner of this restaurant. I haven't heard of it before. I only know that their family opened a restaurant next to University A. It's quite famous. Suddenly we got the news that Taifeng Building was opened by their family. I was also taken aback." Pei Shenghua tried in vain to join the group chat again.

"Eat it quickly, the silk yam will be cold later." Tong Deyan really couldn't understand, Pei Shenghua spent most of his life talking nonsense, where did he get the time to practice such a good cooking skill.

Said it?

At the reporter's table, the photographers were looking for good angles to make the yam more delicious, and no one moved their chopsticks at all. This is the way it is in this business, the food in your mouth is always cold, and only the reporters of professional food magazines can occasionally eat hot food during interviews, and most of the time they take pictures of hot food.

"Xiao Tang, take a close-up of the wire drawing." Reporter Hu ordered, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the wire drawing yam.

The sugar silk is slender and clear, with distinct roots.

After Xiao Tang finished filming, Reporter Hu forgot to dip in the water, and pulled out the long candy strands again. He was in a hurry, and only dipped in water to break the candy strands after being reminded by the reporter next to him.

"Reporter Hu, hasn't eaten shredded yam?" The reporter next to him is a reporter from a gourmet magazine. He is not as famous as Zhiwei, but he does have some status in the gourmet circle.

"I'm from Chuncheng. After I came to work in Beiping, I was busy working overtime every day. I didn't have time to go out to eat out. How can we have this kind of food over there?" Reporter Hu said, planning to try the shredded yam.

"You have to be careful when eating this, the yam inside is still hot when the sugar shell is cold outside, so be careful to burn your mouth." The reporter next to him reminded him friendly, "Chuncheng is a good place, the environment is good and there is no work pressure, life is leisurely. "

Reporter Hu smiled slightly, thinking that if you don’t have money, you can live a leisurely life. If it weren’t for the lack of money to make your family live a better life, who would travel all the way to Beidiao for a leisurely life.

Entrance.

Sweet, crisp, soft, and there is an inexplicable taste, not the sweetness of food, nor the sweetness of syrup, like love is sweet in the heart after smearing honey on the mouth, it is jumping, it is joy, it is sincerity, is happiness.

Reporter Hu thought of the girl who had been sitting behind him in high school with thick bangs that would block half of her face when she lowered her head, who was taciturn and had no sense of presence. He gave him a note: May I be like a star king like a moon, with a bright and clean night and night stream.

It's a pity that the final outcome is: this feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was already at a loss at that time.

He is in Beiping, drifting like duckweed, while she is in Spring City, the flowering season is in full bloom.

"Reporter Hu, how are you?" the reporter from the gourmet magazine next to him asked with a smile.

"It's delicious. This is the best dessert I've ever eaten." Reporter Hu said with a smile.