Life is a Game

By the time Sun Jikai returned to Taifeng Tower to look for cufflinks, Jiang Feng's first batch of three Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeons was almost out of the pot. The second batch of three has also been deboned, and the stuffing is being adjusted.

As soon as Sun Jikai entered the back kitchen, he saw three pigeons that had been deboned and lay flat on the plate like leaking balloons.

Sun Jikai knew that Sun Guanyun had taught Jiang Feng the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, but he never cared about it, and he didn't think that his grandfather could learn it just by teaching Jiang Feng once.

If this dish is really so easy to learn, he would have already learned it.

It's just that after seeing him today, Sun Jikai found that Jiang Feng's knife skills are really good, better than he imagined.

"Here, there, and there, I've looked for them all. I don't have your cufflinks. You can look for them yourself or think about whether they fell somewhere else." Ji Yue held a cuff button in her right hand that had already been bitten by her. After taking two mouthfuls of sweet and sour tomatoes, he took the milk tea in Sun Jikai's hand with his left hand, and pointed to him with his eyes, "Oh, I forgot to tell you to buy me less sugar. I've lost weight recently!"

Jiang Feng couldn't help but glanced at her, expressing hehe.

Ever since Ji Yue entered the back kitchen, she hasn't stopped talking.

Cucumbers, tomatoes, white radishes, and cut watermelons, pineapples, and other fruits left over at noon on the side of the cold vegetable table, one counts as one, and none of them are spared. Comrade Wang Xiulian also came in to help her eat two slices of watermelon, four pieces of pineapple and seven cherry tomatoes.

The two famously said that eating fruit will not make you fat, but they did not miss a meal that should be eaten.

Sun Jikai searched again the place Ji Yue had searched just now, but still found nothing. While Sun Jikai was looking for the cuffs, Jiang Feng's stuffing had already been adjusted, and the first batch of Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeons was almost ready.

Putting down the fillings that he had just adjusted, Jiang Feng went to look at the soup made from pigeon bones in another pot.

This is the key step for the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon. Sun Jikai originally wanted to go to the changing room to see if he was changing his clothes. The movement of his hands.

"You are wrong. My grandfather's gravy is not so thick. His gravy looks thick, but when scooped up with a spoon, it can flow down like water." Sun Jikai said.

Look thick?

Jiang Feng thought about it and found that he couldn't remember clearly.

Sun Guanyun only made it once, and Jiang Feng couldn't watch the production process repeatedly like watching game recipes. Jiang Feng had long forgotten many details that Sun Guanyun himself hadn't mentioned.

Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment, and his movements slowed down. But now the gorgon juice in the pot is already like this, there is no way to remedy it, so it can only be cooked like this.

Sun Jikai was watching from the side without making a sound. It wasn't until Jiang Feng finished thickening the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon that his expression changed.

It's both regrettable and fortunate that Yu Jiang Feng didn't learn the essence of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, and it's also fortunate that Yu Jiang Feng didn't learn the essence of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

Ji Yue looked at the Eight-treasure Chestnut Pigeon in front of her, compared it with the Eight-Treasure Chestnut Pigeon that Jiang Feng made before, and finally evaluated her stomach capacity, and she already had a decision in her heart.

"I'll ask Qi Rou to have a taste." Ji Yue said that as Qi Rou's boss, she naturally wanted to cover her younger brother and get him something delicious.

Qi Rou, who had never seen the world before, was astonished after taking a sip, and exclaimed: "This is too delicious, Brother Feng, are you trying new dishes?"

"Probably." Jiang Feng said, starting to make the next serving of Gorgon juice.

Since there are too many chefs with the surname of Jiang in the back kitchen, in order to distinguish the names, the younger than Jiang Feng is called Brother Feng, the older one is called Master Xiaojiang, and Master Jiang Jiankang Jiang, and the two old men are called chefs. Chang or Old Master Jiang.

Sun Jikai seemed to be fascinated by it, completely forgetting that he was looking for cufflinks, and stood where he was and continued to watch Jiang Feng's movements.

"It's still wrong." Sun Jikai said.

"I know, but... I can't make that kind of gravy." Jiang Feng said, turning sideways, pointing to the last pot of pigeon soup, "Why don't you try it."

"Just try it." Sun Jikai went to the fitting room to change.

Then he saw his cufflinks under his cabinet.

Sun Jikai had already changed his clothes and found the cuff buttons, but he didn't move, standing in front of the cabinet and thinking.

It has been a long time since he made Babao Chestnut Pigeon.

When was the last time you did it?

three years ago?

Or four years ago?

Before going abroad to study, he followed Sun Guanyun to learn how to make eight-treasure chestnut pigeon for a period of time. Later, when he went abroad to study and concentrated on his studies, his parents kept hinting on the phone that the second uncle's family had bad intentions and asked him to study hard and come back to help run Jubaolou.

During those years at Wharton, Sun Jikai never even touched a kitchen knife.

Later, when he returned from his studies, Sun Jikai was pressured by Sun Guanyun to practice for two years, spending a lot of effort to guide his cooking skills. But at that time, Sun Jikai's mind was no longer on cooking skills, and his mind was full of helping his father fight against the second uncle's family and exposing the veil of second uncle's hypocrisy.

Thinking about it carefully, going to Wharton to study seems to be a dividing line. Before going to Wharton, the focus of Sun Jikai’s life was cooking, but after going to Wharton, the focus of Sun Jikai’s life has become Dou Dao Ershu’s family. Battle.

Sun Jikai returned to the back kitchen.

Jiang Feng was making the second batch of Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeons, and Ji Yue had already eaten them with a spoon.

Sun Jikai was ready to go, his eyes were firm. He had thought about it for so long in the changing room just now, and he had already figured it out.

Today is the day when Sun Jikai becomes himself again, the day when he emerges from the trough of life, the day when he proves himself, and the day when he changes from 30 years in Hedong to 30 years in Hexi!

Three minutes later—

Sun Jikai overturned gloriously.

Jiang Feng looked at the Gorgon juice made by Sun Jikai, and there was only one thought in his mind.

To put it clearly and logically, how to do it is not as good as what I do.

With the face of a king, why is this position still bronze.

"This..." Sun Jikai felt a little embarrassed.

"You..." Jiang Feng felt that Sun Jikai was a little embarrassed.

"You..." Ji Yue had already finished a portion of the Babao Chestnut Pigeon, and felt that the atmosphere between Jiang Feng and Sun Jikai was a bit awkward.

"You two might as well do it together. I remember that your Qiqi and Axue also studied dishes together a few days ago. I think you both cook..."

Not so good.

Vegetable chickens peck each other.

Battle of Bronze.

Jiang Feng felt that what Ji Yue said was reasonable. Sun Jikai was a master of theory. When he just made Gorgon juice, he could tell that he hadn't made Babao Chestnut Pigeon for a long time, and his actual operation was not as good as him.

But he saw that Sun Guanyun had done it with his own hands a lot, and if he couldn't make it with his hands, he would talk about it. If the two of them can study together, maybe they can really make a breakthrough.

Now it depends on whether Sun Jikai is willing or not.

This is the dish of their Jubaolou, and the founder is his grandfather, and it is their grandson's own dish, even if he doesn't want to share it, it is reasonable.

Sun Jikai hesitated.

If it was anyone else, he would definitely not agree, and he would not even make a sound, not say a word, when he saw them doing it.

But the Jiang family is different, or in other words, Taifeng Building is different from Jubao Building.

The chefs in Jubaolou have their own unique skills, and everyone likes to hide their skills. Even their own apprentices don't teach them all. When cooking, they usually act like guarding against thieves. In fact, this kind of situation is very common. No one wants their unique skills to be learned by others, so that they have no food to eat. It's just that under the leadership of Sun Guanyun, this kind of atmosphere is more prevalent in Jubaolou.

But Tai Fung House is different.

The two old men never kept their secrets. No matter when Jiang Weiming was teaching Jiang Weiwei or when they were instructing Jiang Feng, they never minded being watched by others, nor did they mind instructing other chefs. Even if the Jiang family's unique skill of sinking sugar in oil, Jiang Weiming doesn't mind being learned by outsiders.

They seem to be deeply afraid that others will not learn it, that they will not have time to teach, and that time will pass so fast that they will not have time to pass on what they have learned all their lives.

This is a utopian restaurant, so beautiful that it is even a bit dreamy. Everything that is unreasonable in Jubaolou is reasonable here.

"Okay, let's do it together." Sun Jikai said.