Life is a Game

Jiang Feng left the memory with a mind full of shit.

Zhang Chu thought that he fell in love with Cao Guixiang at first sight, and then pursued, and married his later wife.

But in fact, it was Cao Guixiang who had been interested in him for a long time, so he did not hesitate to knock off the window frames of Yonghe Residence.

Fortunately, Zhang Chu fell in love with Cao Guixiang at first sight, otherwise the window frames of Yongheju might have broken several times.

After sighing repeatedly in his heart, Cao Guixiang was indeed a wolf, and Jiang Feng silently clicked on the attribute panel to check the dishes he got this time.

【Crab Stuffed Orange Grade C】

Producer: Cao Guixiang

Dishes details: This is a famous traditional dish of ancient and modern times. It is famous for its complicated and delicate production process and rich and unique taste. Although there were some mistakes in the production of this dish and the final taste was not satisfactory, it became one of Cao Guixiang's unforgettable dishes in his life because of the special state of mind of the food eater. It is matched with the special dish fried noodles Use can greatly improve the taste.

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Jiang Feng: ...

Relying on the fact that he had already guessed what the dish in Zhang Chu's memory was, the game actually directly spoiled and told him that the dish in the next memory was fried noodles.

It really feels like breaking a jar.

Stuffed oranges with crabs is really not difficult, but it is not yet the time when oranges and crabs are on the market, and the earliest time to practice making this dish is around October.

On the contrary, Jiang Feng was more interested in the sunflower duck and the big black ginseng made by Master Peng. This time, he saw the complete first half of the big black ginseng in his memory. Master Peng has done it once. It may be because Cao Guixiang and Master Peng did it so smoothly, which gave Jiang Feng the illusion that I have watched it twice, and I can do it myself.

If it doesn't work, if the car overturns, you can still ask the two old men for advice.

The small calculation in Jiang Feng's heart was pounding, and he decided to try this dish sometime in two days.

Compared with sea cucumbers, the price of black ginseng is much cheaper. Comrade Wang Xiulian won't feel bad about using black ginseng to practice.

It shouldn't hurt.

Originally, Jiang Feng was going to read these two memories in one go, but now that he had finished reading Cao Guixiang's memory, he was no longer interested in Zhang Chu's memory.

Cao Guixiang's memory is not long, not even a day. But seeing Master Peng and the others cook so many dishes and learning while watching, Jiang Feng also spent a lot of energy. He decided to put Zhang Chu's memory first, and read it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Jiang Feng decided to watch a sand sculpture TV series to relax.

The time to watch sand sculpture TV series is always short. The male and female protagonists are sand sculpting in the play. Jiang Feng sat on the sofa and chatted with Wang Hao on WeChat, and it was 10 o'clock in the blink of an eye.

Remembering what Comrade Wang Xiulian said to him, Jiang Feng wanted to invite Wang Hao to come to Peiping for two days, but because Wang Hao wanted to show affection with his girlfriend and didn't have time to take care of their superficial friendship, Wang Hao said he would come back when he was free on National Day.

Yes, Wang Hao has already established a relationship with Zhenzhen, and he has lost another 20 catties in just a few months, successfully completing the perfect transformation from a fat man to an ordinary-looking ordinary person.

After chatting with Wang Hao, Jiang Feng went to take a shower. It was already half past ten after the shower, and Wu Minqi still didn't come back.

Jiang Feng felt strange, so he called to ask where she was.

"Hello, Qiqi, are you back? Where have you been? Do you want me to pick you up?" Jiang Feng spoke first when the call was connected.

"I haven't come back yet, I'm still in Taifeng Tower." Wu Minqi said, "Sun Jikai is with me, and he has some new ideas on the sauce of the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, do you want to come over?"

"I'll go there now." Jiang Feng said, hung up the phone, took the key and went out.

The sauce of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon is not the point, but the point is that Sun Jikai, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, is not a good thing at first glance, and he likes to hook up with little girls. At half past ten in the evening, he and his wife are alone together room.

Especially this guy who was just dumped by his girlfriend some time ago and is in the healing period of emotional frustration. In case Sun Jikai's brain suddenly became amused, and he remembered that although he had met Wu Minqi when he was young, although he hadn't spoken much, in fact, there was nothing in his youthful years, and he became guilty, wouldn't he, Jiang Feng, change his name to Jiang Lu.

The sand sculpture idol drama he just watched was filmed in this way. When the TV was turned off, he felt that the hair of the male lead was a little green.

It was close to 11 o'clock when Jiang Feng arrived at Taifeng Building, the main entrance was closed, and he entered the back kitchen directly from the back door.

The hall was pitch-black, and the kitchen was brightly lit. Sun Jikai and Wu Minqi lived alone in the same room, and a row of pigeons that had been boned were lying on the kitchen counter.

With this amount, don't try to finish them all before one or two o'clock in the morning.

Pigeon soup was being boiled on every stove, and Sun Jikai had many plates of finished eight-treasure chestnut pigeons beside him.

Jiang Feng was a little frightened when he saw the number of these pigeons, so he turned around and asked Wu Minqi, "He did it all?"

Wu Minqi nodded helplessly: "I just helped to remove the bone, and he did the rest. It hasn't stopped for several hours."

Sun Jikai was in a daze, he was in a fight with the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

Sun Jikai was making gorgon juice, and the steps were the same as the three of them studied before. It was similar to the steps Jiang Feng had seen Cao Guixiang and Master Peng thicken the gravy in his memory, but the gorgon juice did not flow down like flowing water.

Same thing as before, always missing something.

Jiang Feng took a sip with a spoon, and the taste was far from what Sun Guanyun made before.

His intuition told him that the difference between the Babao Chestnut Pigeon made by them and the Babao Chestnut Pigeon made by Sun Guanyun may not be just the sauce.

There was something else, and something crucial, they just didn't realize it at all.

Jiang Feng began to try hard to recall every word Sun Guanyun said that day when he taught him how to make the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon. It had been a few months, and he couldn't remember many words clearly. He remembered that the sauce is the key. Sun Guanyun once said that the sauce can keep the pigeons warm. The taste of the Babao Chestnut Pigeon depends on the temperature. Only by finding the right temperature can this dish be prepared perfectly.

"Sun Jikai, did your grandfather tell you that the key to this dish is temperature?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Temperature?" Sun Jikai was stunned, with a blank expression on his face, "My grandfather only told me that the key to this dish is Gorgon juice."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Sun Jikai:? ? ?

The two looked at each other, feeling that they had learned a fake Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

"You remember wrong." The two said in unison.

Jiang Feng could only turn his gaze to Wu Minqi, who was also present during the teaching that day.

"Grandpa Sun did say that the key to this dish is the temperature, and the temperature can determine the taste of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon." Wu Minqi said.

Sun Jikai was even more at a loss, feeling that he might be a fake Sun Jikai, he didn't remember Sun Guanyun saying anything similar to him at all.

Seeing Sun Jikai's suspicious face, Jiang Feng seemed to think of something, and asked, "When was the last time Grandpa Sun taught you this dish?"

"More than a year ago, almost two years ago." Sun Jikai said.

Jiang Feng seemed to understand.

What Sun Jikai learned was not wrong, and what he learned was not wrong, it was just that Sun Guanyun made further improvements to the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon in the past year or so.

In other words, Sun Guanyun discovered a better way to make Babao Chestnut Pigeon.

The temperature is as important as the gravy. The gravy can enrich the taste of the stuffing of the Babao Chestnut Pigeon, and the temperature can ensure the taste of the Babao Chestnut Pigeon itself.

Jiang Feng finally understood what was wrong. In Cao Guixiang's memory, Master Peng would also season the carrots for decoration when cooking sunflower ducks, because as long as the dishes were served, they were for the guests to eat. There was no difference between decoration and decoration. point.

When they eat Babao Chestnut Pigeon, they often only eat the stuffing instead of the pigeon, because everyone knows that the stuffing is the essence. But as Master Peng said, as long as the dishes are served on the table, they are for the guests to eat. Whether the guests will eat them or not, as chefs, they must not only ensure the taste of the stuffing, but also ensure the taste of the pigeon itself.

Jiang Feng felt as if he knew how to make the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

"Sun Jikai, let me try it," Jiang Feng said.