Life is a Game

In a blink of an eye, the noon business on August 18 was over.

On such a festive day, Jiang Feng still did not sell any special dishes except the shredded yam.

Jiang Feng even missed Xue Shaoheng a little. A few days ago, Jiang Feng went to the Renyi Hospital every day, causing many regular customers of Taifeng Building to think that Jiang Feng was on vacation, and Xue Shaoheng and Xue Hua hadn't come to Taifeng Building for dinner for several days.

Jiang Feng vaguely remembered that Xue Shaoheng would come to the store a few days ago to order a piece of pure meat wonton every day. Although Jiang Feng didn't understand why Xue Shaoheng still had a special liking for pure meat wonton when he could see the buff on special effects dishes, but This does not prevent him from thinking that Xue Shaoheng is a good comrade.

It's a pity that the good comrade hasn't come to the store for three days.

Zhang Zhiyun's family has finished their trip to Peiping, and they are flying back this afternoon.

Jiang Feng could tell from Zhang Zhiyun's circle of friends that Zhang Chu bought a lot of souvenirs to show off to his old friends when he went back.

Looking back now, since Zhang Zhiyun's family came to Beiping, Jiang Feng's life has become a lot more colorful. If he were to write a novel, he could write 39 chapters. But that's nothing. Jiang Feng read a medical text some time ago, and wrote more than a hundred chapters in 3 days. After catching up with the latest update, he found out that the author was also a pigeon spirit.

Wait, why did he use the word also.

Jiang Feng shook his head, got all these messy thoughts out of his mind, and continued to practice the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

Because he didn't know when the lucky buff of stewed beef with carrots would be fulfilled in himself, Jiang Feng could only grasp the tail of the lucky buff and hurry up to practice the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon to see if he could burst out of luck and make a near-perfect eight-treasure chestnut Fragrant pigeon.

The eight-treasure chestnut pigeons that Jiang Feng made these days are all of high quality, and they are not even close to perfection. The details are all technical problems such as heat, time, and temperature, which cannot be corrected even if they know it in a short period of time. kind.

Jiang Feng was making the sauce.

Wu Minqi was on the phone with Wu's mother outside. Wu Minqi's cousin was engaged next month, and she was discussing with Wu's mother whether to bring Jiang Feng back.

Sun Jikai was still pondering about the sugar in the bottom of the oil, and he learned some of the essence in just a few days.

In all fairness, Sun Jikai's talent in cooking is really good, if Jiang Feng doesn't open up, he is definitely not as good as him, but it's a pity...

Sun Jikai ran into Jiang Feng who was cheating, Wu Minqi who took the script of female frequency master, Zhang Guanghang who was a winner in life, and everyone in Taifeng Building who didn't know Wharton.

Thinking about it this way, he is still weird.

"Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon?" An old and unfamiliar but somewhat familiar voice came from behind Jiang Feng.

"Hmm." Jiang Feng turned his head and was stunned.

Sun Guanyun stood behind him.

Sun Jikai was stunned, forgetting that the oil in the oil pan was about to boil.

The roar of the hood is still there, and the high-power electric fan cannot cool down the temperature in the back kitchen no matter how it is turned.

Sun Jikai looked at Sun Guanyun, Sun Guanyun also looked at Sun Jikai, and Jiang Feng looked at them, feeling that time stood still, like a slow motion in a movie.

"Grandpa." Sun Jikai opened his mouth.

"How is your study going?" Sun Guanyun asked.

"You can learn well." Sun Jikai said.

"What did you learn?"

"Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon."

The oil in the pot boiled, and smoke was rising upwards, and the oil smoke was sucked away by the range hood before it could disperse.

"Want to learn how to cook?"

"think."

"Want to go back?"

"think."

"Do you want Jubao Building?"

Sun Jikai was stunned.

"Want it?"

"think!"

"Okay." Sun Guanyun smiled, "This is my grandson."

Jiang Feng could no longer understand the conversation between the grandfather and grandson.

Maybe they are all like this, they just make others unable to understand what they say.

Sun Guanyun didn't speak anymore, and Sun Jikai silently turned off the fire on the stove, and went to the basket where the pigeons were placed to pick out a pigeon that was fat and thin.

Before the little pigeon could "goo" in time, it was stabbed to death by Sun Jikai, and died tragically by the knife.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Did he miss a part of the plot, why the two of them just looked at each other, and Sun Jikai somehow started preparing to make the Babao Chestnut Pigeon.

Jiang Feng had long forgotten about the Gorgon juice in the pot.

He watched Sun Jikai carefully deboning the whole pigeon with a knife that was not as good as his own, watched him prepare the stuffing bit by bit with precision, and watched him put the pigeon into the water pine needles.

When Jiang Feng came back to his senses, the pigeon soup in the pot that was going to be used to thicken the sauce had been boiled dry.

But it's okay, he made three at a time, and one of the pigeon soup was useless, and there were two more.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng realized something.

His side mission...

It seems to have been delivered to the door.

Sun Guanyun was staring at Sun Jikai with all his attention, and had no extra eyes and energy for Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng swallowed, realizing that this was an opportunity.

If the lucky buff of carrot stewed beef is really useful, he can complete the side mission of [Sun Guanyun's Approval] today.

Sun Guanyun's Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon had already been served in the steamer, and Jiang Feng began to remake the Gorgon juice.

Give it your full attention and make no mistakes.

Make pigeon soup.

Starch thickens.

Add chicken fat.

Reduce heat to low.

Turn off the fire.

out of the pot.

Jiang Feng looked at the Eight-treasure Chestnut Pigeon on the table, and scooped up a spoonful of Gorgon juice. He had no skills, no fancy movements, and it was all based on his feeling. Feel.

it's time!

Drizzle with gravy.

Gorgon juice cascaded down like water, but it was still not perfect.

The gorgon juice spread out on the surface of the squab, covering it thinly, but it was still not perfect.

out of the pot.

[A delicious chestnut pigeon with eight treasures]

It was better than high quality, but it was not what Jiang Feng wanted.

Jiang Feng sighed.

Even at this critical moment, the lucky buff could not allow him to make a near-perfect Babao Chestnut Pigeon.

Some things can be obtained by luck, such as lottery draws, such as the 271-speed Lucky Set, but some things can only be obtained by strength, such as the delicious Babao Chestnut Pigeon in front of you.

No amount of luck could turn it into a near-perfect Babao Chestnut Pigeon.

Jiang Feng's sigh attracted Sun Guanyun's attention. Sun Guanyun saw the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon that Jiang Feng had completed, and then looked at Sun Jikai's progress.

"Where is the knife?" Sun Guanyun asked.

"I'll get it for you." Jiang Feng went to get a knife for Sun Guanyun, trying to cut open the pigeon's belly for him, but Sun Guanyun stopped him.

"Let me do it." Sun Guanyun took the knife from Jiang Feng's hand.

With a very precise knife, the knife was cut very steadily, and a cut was made on the bulging belly of the pigeon.

The vegetarian stuffing inside rushed out.

Big beads and small beads fall on a jade plate.

Sun Guanyun picked up a small spoon, scooped a spoonful of vegetarian stuffing, and dipped it in a little gorgon juice.

Entrance.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but sighed again.

"Ding, complete the side mission [Sun Guanyun's Approval] and get the mission reward item: a memory of Sun Guanyun."

Hey, he already knew that it was impossible for an Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon of this level to...

Wait, mission completed? !

Jiang Feng looked up in disbelief.

Sun Guanyun nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad."

Jiang Feng couldn't believe his eyes and ears.

Is this the same Sun Guanyun he knows who is more irritable and demanding than the old man?

his luck...

coming?