Life is a Game

Jiang Feng hadn't cooked the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon for nearly a month, and now he was starting to practice again, and he was a little raw when he deboned the first whole pigeon.

To make an excellent Babao Chestnut Pigeon, there must be no mistakes in every step from deboning the whole pigeon, to stuffing, pine needles, steaming, and finally thickening.

But even if he didn't make any mistakes from beginning to end, the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon that Jiang Feng made still didn't taste like Sun Guanyun.

There is a gap in cooking skills, as well as a gap in feeling and understanding.

The two old men also tried to make the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon for a while. When Sun Guanyun gave Jiang Feng a teaching demonstration without reservation, the two old men watched by the side. With the savvy and culinary skills of the two old men, theoretically speaking, it should not be difficult to make the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon that is at the same level as Sun Guanyun, but the result is still not satisfactory.

Tastes good, but not that flavor.

This dish was created by Sun Guanyun, and no one can make that taste except him.

Jiang Feng used scissors to remove the whole pigeon's bones, while Sang Ming and Jiang Weiwei were watching. Jiang Weiwei also stood by and watched Jiang Feng not surprised, no matter who was practicing in the back kitchen, as long as the person involved didn't mind, Jiang Weiwei would watch from the sidelines.

He never made a sound, he just watched without asking, like an invisible person. Jiang Sanitary's desire for culinary knowledge did not fade with age, but instead grew day by day, like a sponge that keeps absorbing water, never rejecting anyone who comes, no matter what it is, it's right to suck it in first.

It's a pity that his sponge leaked more seriously.

But it was surprising that Sang Ming would stay to watch and study. After getting along for a period of time, everyone could see it. Maybe Sang Ming's younger sister is really ugly as he said, a little fat, lazy, doesn't work, and has good grades, but Sang Ming is definitely a super girl.

A good 18, 19-year-old young guy, does not rest during breaks, does not brag, does not play games, does not hook up with the beautiful waitress lady, and chats with his sister with his mobile phone whenever he has time, how much his sister has passed in the final exams All the staff in the back kitchen can recite it.

There is definitely something wrong with such a dead sister who is the number one sister in the world for my sister, who does not chat with her sister during the lunch break and comes to watch Jiang Feng practice the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon!

Jiang Feng accidentally snapped the scissors, and the skin broke.

After a pigeon was scrapped, Jiang Feng skillfully threw it into the bowl next to it, and saved it for stewing Gastrodia elata red dates and pigeon soup at night.

Wu Minqi was still not feeling well today, so she made soup to take home for her to make up for it at night.

"This can't be used?" Sang Ming asked, in his opinion, it was just a wrong cut and it was not a big deal.

"The pigeon's skin is thin, and if it breaks a little, it will destroy its complete shape, and the smell will not be locked." Jiang Feng explained. Seeing that Sang Ming was watching it seriously, he asked, "Why don't you chat with your sister?"

"Don't talk, she will come to Peiping to play with me in two days." Sang Ming said, "I feel that my knife skills have improved a lot in the past two days. If you learn a little from the little boss, you may be able to get on the cutting board."

The chopping board is a lot of money.

Sang Ming's talent in knife skills is actually really good. He didn't study systematically, and he didn't practice deliberately. He just got intermediate knife skills by helping his parents chop vegetables at home.

If you are willing to learn and practice, you will become a chef with good knife skills in a few years.

"Xiao Sang, practice hard, and you can be a stove cook in the future." Jiang Weisheng encouraged.

"The stove is 3,000 yuan more than the chopping board. It's too difficult, but the chopping board is fine." Sang Ming's analysis was well-founded.

"The stove has a commission." Jiang Feng reminded friendlyly that the employees should not be given the illusion that the salary of the chef at Taifeng Building is low. "Everyone's ratio is different. Ji Xue's Watan Huadiao Chicken can get 8%."

"So much!" Sang Ming's eyes straightened immediately, with a look of envy on his face, he lowered his head and began to count how much bonus Ji Xue would get for this moonlight just by carving chickens with flowers in the pottery.

Five minutes passed.

Can't figure it out...

While Sang Ming was concentrating on the calculations, Jiang Feng had successfully deboned the second pigeon and started the third.

Jiang Weisheng watched it for so long, and he finally realized that the requirements for cutting a whole pigeon's bone were too high, and he couldn't see any way to do it.

He didn't make a sound, and silently went to the side to cut the side dishes.

"Master Jiang, why are you chopping vegetables?" Sang Ming looked up and found that the person next to him was gone.

"Can you understand?" Jiang Sanwei asked.

Sang Ming: ...

"I'll chop vegetables too." Sang Ming's enthusiasm for upgrading to a cutting board chef continued undiminished.

Jiang Weiming has been carefully taught by Jiang Weiming for so many years, and his basic skills are very solid. At the same time, he has also learned a little about Jiang Weiming's ability to lead his apprentices. Sang Ming was cutting vegetables next to him, and Jiang Weiwei was also willing to speak out to guide him.

"You have a problem with holding the knife like this. Turn your hand a little bit forward, yes, hold it, so that you can cut quickly. It was too easy for you to cut your hand like that before. I used to hold the knife like that before and I can't change it. "Jiang Sansheng said while showing Sang Ming a demonstration.

"How did you change it later?" Sang Ming asked.

"Later, I lost my mind while chopping vegetables, cut off half of my finger with one knife, and changed it." Jiang Weiwei said.

Sang Ming:! ! !

He looked at Jiang Shengsheng's eyes suddenly wrong, and there was a trace of reverence in the panic.

"It's the most dangerous thing to be distracted when cutting vegetables. Jiang Feng once went down while cutting vegetables and cut a long gash in the tiger's mouth. The bleeding was so scary. Later, when he participated in the finals, his hands were still wrapped in gauze." Ji Yue floated to the kitchen at some point, gnawing a cucumber in her hand.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Feng was surprised to see Ji Yue coming. Logically speaking, at this time, she should find a place in the lobby to observe Zhang Guanghang's face up close.

"Sun Jikai's cufflinks seem to have been dropped in the kitchen. He called me just now and asked me to find them for him." Ji Yue said, "Where does he usually move around?"

"That piece, see if it fell into any corner." Jiang Feng pointed casually.

Sun Jikai rested tonight and went back after work at noon.

He has already processed three pigeons and is now ready to start seasoning.

Various ingredients such as chestnuts, lotus seeds, lilies, and shiitake mushrooms were chopped by Jiang Feng, seasoned, stuffed, and constantly stirred with a spoon. Sang Ming shredded green peppers under Jiang Sanwei's guidance, and Ji Yue fled from one cabinet to another, her body and neck twisted so much that one wondered if she was learning to dance.

"Sun Jikai is only active in this area at noon today?" Ji Yue asked, twisting his neck.

"It's here." Jiang Feng was sure.

"Damn it, his cufflinks can grow wings and fly." Ji Yue took out her cell phone and called Sun Jikai.

"Hey, Sun Jikai, I've searched all over here and didn't see your cufflinks."

"Yes, no, I checked the corner of the table under this cabinet, no."

"Okay, come and find it yourself, ah, milk tea? I don't drink milk tea, I want to lose weight, what? That one? I want jasmine roasted milk, add two servings of pearls, come quickly."

Ji Yue hung up the phone and found that Jiang Feng looked at her a little weirdly.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"When did you become so familiar with Sun Jikai?" Jiang Feng showed a smile of the melon-eating crowd, and all movements of his hands stopped.

"The past few nights, he has eaten barbecue and cooked it. Isn't he in the same neighborhood as us? We eat barbecue at the same restaurant every night." Ji Yue said, his thoughts drifted to the barbecue, "The barbecue at the east gate is It’s really delicious, the one at the back door of University A is far worse than this one.”

"Why don't we go together tonight? Call Qiqi too, your two cousins ​​haven't left yet? Call them together!" Ji Yue invited.

"Hey, by the way, your family is so busy every day, aren't your two cousins ​​bored staying at home every day?"

"It's not boring. They have things to do every day that are busier than me." Jiang Feng smiled more maliciously.

Li House——

"Sister, have you finished chopping your potatoes? Help me chop some, I really can't finish it!" Jiang Junlian almost cried while cutting potatoes.

"Aren't you just one basket short of cutting? I still have a basket here so I don't have time to cut it for you. Don't be lazy, grandpa will come to check it later, don't hurry up!" Jiang Junqing urged.

Jiang Junlian wanted to speak and shed tears first.

"Why are big flowers so edible?" Jiang Junlian looked up to the sky and sighed.