Life is a Game

On the way Jiang Feng went to the small kitchen of the orthopedic cafeteria, the game prompts kept ringing in my mind. The sound of ding ding ding sounded like beautiful notes, connected into a beautiful movement.

"Ding, get 999 experience points."

"Ding, get 999 experience points."

"Ding, get 999 experience points."

"Ding……"

The smile on Jiang Feng's face gradually deepened.

What did he say, doctor, is an angel!

Whether it is a medical student, a training doctor, an intern, a fellow doctor or an attending physician, or a director, deputy senior, and other positions that Jiang Feng can't figure out at all, they are all angels!

They are all angels who directly ate experience to the upper limit in one bite!

When Jiang Feng walked to the door of the small kitchen, Qiu Yuan was moving a small chair and sitting at the door with a fan to enjoy the cool air.

"Hey, Xiao Jiang, are you here to cook for Dr. Jiang again?" After tasting Jiang Feng's cooking yesterday, Qiu Yuan's attitude towards him was much warmer.

"Yeah, I'm free during this time." Jiang Feng smiled.

The weather is still very hot today, even more sultry than yesterday. Everyone can feel that a rainstorm is coming, but this rainstorm seems to be blocked on the second ring road, and it hasn't rained for several days.

In the small kitchen, Qian Lijuan was cutting beef.

Seeing Jiang Feng coming in, Qian Lijuan put down the knife in her hand: "Xiao Jiang, come and see, aunt cut the beef right this time?"

Jiang Feng walked to the cutting board and carefully looked at the beef that Qian Lijuan had just cut.

Qian Lijuan definitely did her homework last night. Although Jiang Feng told her that the beef should not be cut along the grain, but should be cut horizontally, but he didn't tell her many details.

For this piece of beef on the cutting board, the outer layer of fascia has been removed, and the sliced ​​beef is very even, not the kind that is thin at the top and thick at the bottom.

"I asked my husband last night, and my husband told me to cut the beef with the left hand to press the beef, and the right hand to push and pull the knife. How is it, Xiao Jiang, is there any problem with my cutting?" Qian Lijuan looked at the beef nervously. Jiang Feng was afraid that he would make a mistake again.

"No problem, you cut very well, just cut like this." Jiang Feng affirmed Qian Lijuan's knife skills.

Every teacher likes students who are obedient, sensible, motivated, and will review carefully and preview in advance. Qian Lijuan is undoubtedly such a good student in the legend.

"Are you rich? Can you cut hobs?" Jiang Feng asked.

"What is a hob block?" Qian Lijuan asked.

"Just roll the radish every time you cut it, and cut it at an angle," Jiang Feng said.

"I'll try it later." Qian Lijuan said.

Qian Lijuan's first attempt at hob blocks was very successful, thanks to her rich vegetable cutting experience.

Jiang Feng has been watching her from the side. Just like what he said yesterday, he only moves his mouth but not his hands. He supervises and guides the whole process, and all the actual operations are completed by Qian Lijuan alone.

"Yes, it's fine now, just blanch it in water. Take it out, take it all out."

"Two pots shovel light soy sauce, if you want to stir-fry, turn on the fire a little more."

...

"Is this color okay?" Qian Lijuan looked at the beef in the pot with some hesitation.

"The color is not deep enough, don't be afraid when adding ingredients, be bold. Continue to stir fry, the color of the beef is not even enough."

"Now this color is enough, add water, the water should cover the beef."

"Yes, it's okay now. Pour the beef and soup into the casserole and simmer slowly. The fire is too big, then turn it down a little."

Under Jiang Feng's verbal guidance, Qian Lijuan's carrot stewed beef was made very smoothly.

While Jiang Feng was instructing Qian Lijuan, a middle-aged woman and a young man came to the small kitchen to cook porridge.

"Hey, Xiao Jiang, didn't you come to cook for Dr. Jiang? Why didn't I see you bring food here." Only then did Qian Lijuan notice that Jiang Feng came empty-handed.

Jiang Feng: ...

Qian Lijuan didn't say that he really forgot, but he actually came to cook for Jiang Shoucheng.

"Don't worry, just stir-fry two dishes for my brother at noon and make a fried meat with sauce. I haven't bought the dishes yet," Jiang Feng said.

"Wait until the beef is ready, aunt will share half with you." Qian Lijuan smiled, "Xiao Jiang, you should go buy vegetables first, the tomatoes in the small vegetable market are juicy today, and the vegetables don't need to be fried and eaten raw. You can eat them early Go, wait until someone else buys it."

Speaking of tomatoes, Jiang Feng suddenly thought of his favorite borscht.

There were also beef scraps that were discarded because of too much muscle on the chopping board, and Jiang Feng immediately set his sights on them.

"Aunt Qian, do you still need that meat?" Jiang Feng asked.

"The meat? I don't need that meat. My husband and the others can't eat a few pieces. My mother-in-law and I have bad teeth, and this kind of tendon can't be chewed at all." Qian Lijuan said, "If you don't tell me, I will forget , I'm going to throw them in the trash right now."

"No, I'm going to make borscht for my second brother at noon. If you don't need it, please give me the meat." Jiang Feng said.

"It's all for you. By the way, auntie still has apples that are very sweet. You wait for me to bring them for you this time." Qian Lijuan said and left the small kitchen.

Jiang Feng also went to the small vegetable market to buy vegetables.

Borscht is a thick vegetable soup that originated in Ukraine. Most of the main ingredients are beets, but the main ingredient of Jiang Feng's borscht is usually tomatoes.

Jiang Feng's love for borscht originated from a steak restaurant that was newly opened in a shopping mall in City Z when he was in high school.

The steak at the steakhouse is very unpalatable, and the side dishes that come with the steak are unlimited. At that time, Chen Xiuxiu was still a 200-jin Chen Xiuxiu. Chen Xiuxiu once loved the cakes and milk-covered black tea from that steak shop, and basically took Jiang Feng to that steak shop every weekend.

Although the steak shop closed down soon, Jiang Feng fell in love with borscht deeply.

Neither the old man nor Jiang Jiankang knew how to make borscht. Jiang Feng taught himself online and quickly mastered the essence of borscht.

Stewed indiscriminately, thickened indiscriminately.

This kind of borsch soup made according to one's inclinations is surprisingly delicious.

When Jiang Feng bought potatoes, pork, onions, carrots, tomatoes, cabbage and flour from the small vegetable market and returned to the small kitchen, Qian Lijuan peeled and sliced ​​the apples and put toothpicks in the lunch box and brought them over.

It is said that there may not be a more intimate vegetable market in this world than Renyi's small vegetable market, and the flour there can be called by gram.

"Come on, Xiao Jiang eats apples. These apples are so sweet." Qian Lijuan handed the lunch box to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng took the lunch box, poked a piece of apple with a toothpick, and ate it.

The apples are very crisp, crispy to the bite, sweet and sour, really good.

It's a pity that such a good apple is not used to make crispy apples.

It's a pity that Jiang Feng can't make crispy apples.

After eating the apples in the lunch box in two or three bites, Jiang Feng began to wash his hands and prepare to make borscht.

"Well, hello, can you help me find out what's going on with my porridge?" The young man who looked about the same age as Jiang Feng in the small kitchen suddenly asked.

"Of course." Jiang Feng smiled.

From the very beginning, he could tell that this young man didn't know how to cook at all. When he boiled porridge, he would boil it over high heat. By then, it would be either rice or raw, or the porridge would be mushy.

If the young man didn't speak again, Jiang Feng couldn't help but go up to help him.

"That's not how porridge is cooked. Are you in a hurry?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Ah, no, I'm not in a hurry." The young man seemed a little cautious.

"Young man, don't be nervous, Xiaojiang is very enthusiastic. Xiaojiang is a professional chef, and his level is very high." Qian Lijuan began to brag about Jiang Feng without thinking.

"You'd better soak the porridge rice in water for ten minutes. How many servings do you cook?" Jiang Feng asked.

"For one person, I cooked it for my dad." The young man said.

"For one person, you have added too much rice, and the bottom of your porridge is almost mushy and the top is still raw. It is basically hopeless."

"you should……"

Porridge King began to guide young men who cook for the first time how to cook an excellent white porridge correctly.

Half an hour later, the young man's white porridge came out of the pot.

"Ding, complete a dish, task progress (2/100)."

Jiang Feng smiled slightly, hiding his credit for his fame.

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