Life is a Game

A table of 7 people ordered five dishes, one soup and two main courses.

Chrysanthemum fish, crispy fried in oil, Sixi meatballs, liver tip, stir-fried diced lotus root, strange flavor soup and two fried beef river.

"There is a chef named Jiang Feng in this store who makes shredded yams that are very delicious. There are only 6 servings per day. My brother likes them very much. But today the chef seems to be resting, and his dishes are not on the menu." Xue Hua said.

Zhang Zhiyun almost choked himself to death without spitting out a fishbone.

"Why don't I go to the back kitchen to make one for him now?" Jiang Feng didn't expect to have loyal diners, and his favorability for Xue Shaoheng soared.

"Huh?" Xue Hua didn't respond.

"I am Jiang Feng." Jiang Feng said.

"Yam, yam." Xue Shaoheng tugged at Jiang Feng's clothes.

Xue Hua didn't expect that the chef she was talking about was actually sitting next to her. She lowered her head to comfort Xue Shaoheng, and whispered: "Master Xiaojiang is going to have dinner with us now. Let's come early in the evening so that Shao Heng can eat the shredded yam, okay?"

"At noon the day before yesterday, I was late due to something, and the silk-drawn yam was sold out, so Shao Heng was not happy that day." Xue Hua explained.

"Yam, chowder, wonton, fish head, chicken wrapped in vegetables, dumplings!" Xue Shaoheng began to jump out word by word.

Xue Hua couldn't understand what he meant. Even though she took Xue Shaoheng to eat in Taifeng Building every day, it didn't mean that she could memorize all the dishes on the menu.

"Duanzi? Chowder? Wontons? Shao Heng, do you want to eat wontons?" Xue Hua asked.

Xue Shaoheng shook his head. It was a bit difficult for him to say so many words at once, and he still jumped out word by word: "Yam, chowder, wonton, fish head, chicken wrapped in vegetables, dumpling!"

"He should be talking about the limited dishes I have on the menu." Jiang Feng understood what Xue Shaoheng said.

"Eat, eat." Xue Shaoheng continued.

Now Xue Hua could understand what he meant, and said: "No way, Shao Heng, there are only two of us eating at night, so we can't order so many dishes."

"Eat, eat!" Xue Shaoheng was anxious.

"Shall we divide it into several days?" Xue Hua discussed with him.

"Eat, eat! Think, he, think!" Xue Shaoheng pointed at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng was stunned, he felt as if he understood what Xue Shaoheng meant.

However, how did Xue Shaoheng see that these dishes of his were seriously unsalable, and he was eager to sell them?

"He might just want to help me sell these dishes." Jiang Feng said, feeling a little embarrassed, "I don't have any sales of these dishes, as you saw just now, there are more dishes on the menu, and my dishes are in the middle It’s hidden underneath, so it’s probably not very attractive, and some dishes are more expensive.”

"He can still see this? This is amazing, it's amazing!" Zhang Zhiyun looked at Xue Shaoheng in surprise while eating fried beef.

"Sometimes he can really see what other people are thinking." Xue Hua said, "Whether it is happy, happy, depressed or sad, he is always very sensitive to the changes in other people's feelings, and sometimes he can even see other people's emotions. I can’t hide anything from him basically, what’s on my mind.”

"That's really amazing!" Zhang Chu sighed, "This is simply a genius!"

"Have you been taking care of him all these years?" Zhang Chiyuan asked curiously.

Zhang Zhiyun's mother kicked him silently, saying that even food can't stop you from talking.

"I have always taken care of him. My younger brother is very smart. He can understand what you say, and he can see it even if you don't say it. But he can't say it himself. He can't express whether he is sad or happy. I can't express my grievances, so I don't feel relieved to ask someone to take care of him." Xue Hua said, "I only knew about savant syndrome a few years ago. The doctor said that he is far superior in memory, arithmetic and logical reasoning. Ordinary people, but I have delayed him these years, otherwise he might already be a mathematician."

Xue Shaoheng shook his head at Xue Hua.

"Eat, eat." Xue Shaoheng hadn't forgotten Jiang Feng's buff dishes.

"I told you Shao Heng, the two of us can't finish so many dishes." Xue Hua persuaded him nicely.

"Eat, eat!" Xue Shaoheng was very stubborn.

"How about this, let's invite your friends to dinner tonight and order all these dishes." Xue Hua suggested.

Only then did Xue Shaoheng calm down, agreeing.

Xue Shaoheng made a lot of movements when he ate, and the food was not held firmly. Basically, he had to rely on Xue Hua to put the food into his bowl, and then he ate it with a spoon.

He ate slowly, and others ate slowly, mainly because everyone couldn't help but want to see him.

Everyone didn't have any malicious intentions, they couldn't control themselves at all, they just wanted to see him.

A 30-year-old middle-aged man with a baby face looks quite young, his clothes and hair are well-groomed, his hair is still a bit naturally curly, his eyes are wide open, he eats like a child, and he looks up from time to time Everyone smiled.

It is really……

A little cute.

Zhang Zhiyun's family's itinerary was arranged. This afternoon, the whole family went to Nanluoguxiang for a stroll. Xue Hua also wanted to send Xue Shaoheng to work in the library. She left them a phone number and left after buying a single.

"Student Xiaojiang, I just searched Yongheju on the Internet, but I don't understand how it makes a reservation?" Zhang Chu asked Jiang Feng with his mobile phone.

"When are you planning to go to Yongheju for dinner? You need a member to make a reservation for Yongheju. I can help you make a reservation." Jiang Feng asked.

"Then I'll trouble you again, let's do it tomorrow, tomorrow night." Zhang Chu said.

"No trouble, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Jiang Feng smiled.

Zhang Zhiyun's family went back to the hotel to rest first, while Jiang Feng went to the changing room to change and returned to the back kitchen to join Sun Jikai and Wu Minqi in their research on the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

To Jiang Feng's surprise, Zhang Guanghang was also there.

Zhang Guanghang didn't know much about the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, nor had he tasted the authentic version of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon made by Sun Guanyun. He just discussed the method of Gorgon juice with Sun Jikai and Wu Minqi from his own understanding.

Jiang Feng felt that if they went on like this and made no progress on Gorgon juice, Taifeng House could start a special study on the correct way of making Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon Gorgon juice.

"Jiang Feng, take these pigeons out of their bones." Seeing Jiang Feng coming, Sun Jikai pointed to the pigeons on the kitchen counter.

Although Wu Minqi's knife skills were comparable to Jiang Feng's knife skills, Jiang Feng had more deboned whole pigeons and was more proficient. The chance of overturning was very small, and the quality of the deboned pigeons was also high.

"I'll take off the bones later. I have to deal with the ingredients for Li Hongzhang's chowder first," Jiang Feng said.

"Li Hongzhang's Chowder?" Sun Jikai recalled his fear of being dominated by Li Hongzhang's Chowder in the kitchen that day.

"What did Zhang Zhiyun order?" Wu Minqi was a little worried that Zhang Zhiyun would break up with Jiang Feng after eating Li Hongzhang's chowder.

"No, it's another guest." Jiang Feng said.

"An interesting guest."