Life is a Game

With the help of his aunt, Jiang Feng quickly completed the processing of all the ingredients, the cuts that should be cut into pieces, the pickled ones that should be marinated, and the cooking table is full of clearly arranged chicken, duck, pig and fish.

It wasn't until he blanched the pork belly cut into small cubes that he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have done anything.

By the way, Zhang Guanghang!

In the short hour just now, Jiang Feng experienced the unlucky man who witnessed Jiang Shoucheng breaking a wooden stick with his bare hands, arguing with his wife and sending him to the emergency room with a pair of scissors in his chest. The small cafeteria came to cook, the system issued side tasks, and Aunt Qian revealed her true feelings.

The plot is compact, with succession and transition, joys and sorrows, everything, which caused him to throw Zhang Guanghang, who was going to park in the underground parking lot, to the sky.

By the way, he also threw Ji Yue out of the sky, as if he came to the hospital just to cook a meal for Jiang Shoucheng.

Jiang Feng thought about it, hesitated between calling Zhang Guanghang or calling Ji Yue, and decided to call Ji Yue.

"Hello." Ji Yue answered in seconds.

"Ji Yue, how is your foot? Has Zhang Guanghang left?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's still the same, with ice packs on. Zhang Guanghang and I are waiting for the film at the video side, and the film will come out soon. The emergency department is too busy and there are too many people, so we came here." Ji Yue said.

"Doctor Cao said that if it's just a bone fracture that's not a big problem, just give me two boxes of plasters and let me go back and rest on my own. If the problem is serious, I'll be hospitalized. You can do your work. Zhang Guanghang is here. I'll hang up first, and my phone is almost out of battery." Ji Yue hung up the phone resolutely, and turned off the screen of her phone, which showed 79% battery.

"What did Jiang Feng say?" Zhang Guanghang, who was standing beside Ji Yue's wheelchair, half leaning against the wall, looking at his phone, asked.

"He asked how my feet were doing, and said that everything was going well with him. He might have to go back later at night. If our side is over, we'll leave first." Ji Yue said.

Zhang Guanghang nodded and asked, "How do you feel now? Do your feet still hurt?"

Ji Yue felt that her feet didn't hurt at all, and they were a little sweet.

"It's much better, it doesn't hurt at all." Ji Yue turned her face sideways and gave Zhang Guanghang a smile. This angle would make her face appear small.

"What are you looking at?" Ji Yue asked.

"Reading comics." Zhang Guanghang said, turning the phone over to show Ji Yue, "I wanted to be a cartoonist when I was young."

Ji Yue smiled even brighter: "Didn't you say before that you could draw 4-panel comics for Taifeng Building for promotion? Jiang Feng told me a story about the particularly unpalatable wontons he made. It has been changed to a comic. It’s almost half drawn, why don’t you take a look, I have a backup on my phone!”

"Isn't your phone running out of battery?"

Ji Yue: ...

"Hahahahaha, yes, I forgot about it." Ji Yue smiled awkwardly.

Jiang Feng, who was hung up on the other end: ...

Why did he feel that leaving Ji Yue and Zhang Guanghang alone together, even if there were people beside him, Zhang Guanghang would be a bit dangerous.

Jiang Feng sighed, alas, boys must protect themselves when they go out, especially Zhang Guanghang, who is 1.92 meters tall, handsome, young and rich, able to drive a Bentley, and a handsome Chinese-French guy.

Jiang Feng continued to make braised pork, frying the sugar color first, then pouring the pork belly into the pot when the rock sugar was completely melted and small yellow bubbles began to appear at the bottom of the pot, and quickly stir-fried over medium heat. After each piece of pork belly is evenly coated with sugar, add ginger slices and continue to stir-fry. Finally, add soy sauce, stir-fry evenly, pour in hot water, add all the remaining seasonings, bring to a boil on high heat and turn to low heat simmer.

When the fat from the pork belly is boiled out, and each piece of meat looks shiny, the juice can be collected and taken out of the pan.

Putting on the lid of the pot and leaving everything to time, Jiang Feng started to make braised chicken.

The braised chicken also needs to be stuffed in a casserole. Since Jiang Feng has recently become used to making eight-treasure chestnut pigeons, he wants to take off the bones when he sees poultry, so he took off the bones of both chicken and duck.

It's good to take off the bone, it's easy to eat, and it's easy to taste when it's burnt.

The eight-treasure porridge has been cooked in the pot, and I used the largest casserole pot in the small kitchen. It is still a little smaller than the model in Taifeng Building, but it is already very big. Most people couldn't find such a big casserole at home, and Jiang Feng was already very satisfied.

After estimating the time for the remaining dishes, Jiang Feng felt that he could almost have dinner after finishing all of them, so he decided to call and remind Jiang Shoucheng to let him eat something when he was hungry.

It took a long time to get through the phone call, Jiang Shoucheng's side was very noisy, it didn't feel like he was in the emergency room but outside.

"Hey, little brother, I'm not in the hospital right now. What happened to you? If you need help, I'll call someone else for you." Jiang Shoucheng shouted, "Mr. Zhong, this patient is no longer conscious. In a coma."

"Ah...ah, it's nothing. I just want to tell you that I cook a little too much and may not be able to eat until after five o'clock." Jiang Feng was a little confused.

Why is their emergency room so exciting, it makes them follow TV

same as drama.

"5 o'clock, 5 o'clock is just right, little brother, you can cook slowly, it's better to wait until 6 o'clock or 7 o'clock. It doesn't matter if the dishes are cold, we can eat hot or cold, we are not busy here before 6 o'clock It’s not over.” Jiang Shoucheng roared, “A bus rolled over on the main road near the hospital, more than 20 people on board were all injured, and several of them were seriously injured. Almost all of our emergency patients came out. Yes. Brother, if you can cook more, you can cook two more dishes, even a few more dishes of cabbage, as nearly 10 of us haven’t eaten all day.”

"Second brother, don't worry, the amount will definitely be enough." Jiang Feng is full of confidence. The Jiang family must be able to handle enough cooking.

Jiang Shoucheng hung up the phone.

"Lao Jiang, come here and help this iron bump. The fire brigade is demolishing it, and there are still people inside." A doctor from Guipei said.

Jiang Shoucheng hurried over to help.

With the help of Jiang Shoucheng, the medical doctor was finally able to rest, and said, "This iron bump is really heavy, and it almost broke my old waist just now. Lao Jiang, how long do you think we have to be busy this time?" Are you done with work? I didn't eat lunch this morning, I just ate two buns this morning, and now I'm so hungry that my chest sticks to my back."

"If you're lucky, it will be around 6 o'clock." Jiang Shoucheng said.

"It's past 6 o'clock, then we can go to the orthopedic cafeteria for a meal. I heard that the orthopedic cafeteria made beef today, but I don't know if it's sold out after 6 o'clock." Gui Pei said.

As soon as he mentioned beef, Jiang Shoucheng remembered why he forgot to ask Jiang Feng if he had bought beef when he called just now.

"Didn't I tell you what orthopedic cafeteria to eat? My younger brother is cooking us big meals in the small cafeteria!" Jiang Shoucheng said.

"Is it really a big meal?" Gui Peiyi was skeptical.

"You want me to say it several times, my younger brother is the chef of Taifeng Building. Taifeng Building! You ate the most dishes I brought back some time ago. In the evening, Dr. Cao, Mr. Zhong, Dr. Lu, Dr. Wei, Mr. Call Xu Laozhou together," Jiang Shoucheng said.

"Call Huihui too." Gui Peiyi smiled shyly.

"Chi."

"Oh, it's open, hurry up and get something, Mr. Zhong, it's open!" Doctor Gui Pei started to work again.

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