Life is a Game

After Jiang Feng received Sun Guanyun's praise, Sun Jikai seemed a little nervous.

He is very clear that people are made by comparison.

For example, during the senior high school entrance examination, he scored a full score of 120 in mathematics, which was considered nothing by others. But as long as you compare it with the city's average score of 56 in mathematics, others will boast: "Wow, you are good at mathematics!"

For another example, in terms of cooking skills, his fried beef can be sold for 48 yuan, and Ji Xue's can be sold for 56 yuan. This comparison shows...

Bah, this comparison shows that the boss has a problem with pricing.

All in all, people are made by comparison, especially the elders, who always like to compare their own children with other people's children, otherwise there would not be so many disgusting children of other people's families.

Stir-fried Niuhe is a problem in terms of pricing, but the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon is definitely a gap in cooking skills.

Sun Jikai knew very well that when he was in the top 16 of the culinary competition, his cooking skills were not on par with Jiang Feng's, and his cooking skills were even faintly higher than Jiang Feng's.

But since Jiang Feng, the top four, made the shredded yam, he seemed to be enlightened. His cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds. It's hard to say the heat and seasoning, but his knife skills are already superior to him.

Sun Jikai knew in his heart that his eight-treasure chestnut pigeon was not as good as Jiang Feng.

He was worried that Sun Guanyun would be disappointed after tasting Jiang Feng's eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, or the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon he made himself.

Exactly the same steps.

Make pigeon soup.

Starch thickens.

Add chicken fat.

Reduce heat to low.

Turn off the fire.

out of the pot.

But Sun Jikai knew the moment it came out of the pot that his share of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon was not as good as Jiang Feng's.

Sun Guanyun didn't make a sound, watching Sun Jikai thicken the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon step by step. When the plate was finished, he cut open the belly of the pigeon with a knife just like before.

Scoop up a spoonful of vegetarian filling with a spoon and taste it quietly.

"I haven't taught you this method of thickening cornstarch. Who did you learn it from?" Sun Guanyun asked.

"Jiang Feng thought of this."

"It was proposed by Sun Jikai."

The two spoke to each other in unison.

Sun Jikai said: "I remember that when you made the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, the gravy was thick, but when it dripped down, it fell down like water."

"But I don't remember what Gorgon juice looks like anymore. I just remember you telling me that temperature is the key." Jiang Feng said.

Sun Jikai went on to say: "I remember the shape of the juice, and he remembers the temperature of the juice, but Jiang Feng thought of the key points, and I didn't help at all."

As he spoke, Sun Jikai lowered his head in shame, obviously he was the one holding the key to pass the level, but it was Jiang Feng who finally opened the door.

But Sun Guanyun seemed very happy: "So this dish was researched by the two of you together."

"As well as Wu Minqi, Zhang Guanghang also helped." Sun Jikai said, he has been like this since childhood, what is his is his, and he never takes credit.

"Okay, okay." Sun Guanyun said two good things in a row, "They are all good boys."

Jiang Feng seemed to vaguely understand why Sun Guanyun was satisfied with the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon he just made.

What he is satisfied with is not the taste, but the spirit and persistence of continuous exploration and research behind this Babao Chestnut Pigeon.

The object of his satisfaction was not Jiang Feng, but Sun Jikai.

He is satisfied that Sun Jikai is willing to spend time and work hard with others to study a dish together.

He was satisfied that Sun Jikai was finally willing to pick up the kitchen knife, calm down, and quietly concentrate on what a chef should do.

He is satisfied that his eldest grandson is not a villain who is only planning to calculate the family property, but a chef who really loves cooking.

Sun Guanyun came to pick up Sun Jikai and went home.

It doesn't matter that Sun Jikai hasn't fully learned how to sink sugar in oil, and the time promised by Li Jiang Weiming hasn't passed yet.

None of this was as important as Sun Guanyun's willingness to recognize him and take him home.

Sun Guanyun's assistant had been waiting at the door, standing beside the black car.

Although Sun Guanyun's assistant is not as versatile as the good-tasting assistant, and even often does not do things as expected, he is the person Sun Guanyun trusts the most, because he is the person who has been with Sun Guanyun the longest.

He has been Sun Guanyun's assistant for 26 years. He even took care of Sun Guanyun's wife's funeral more than ten years ago. He knows many things that even Sun Changping and Sun Jikai don't know.

He is the person Sun Guanyun trusts the most, and the person who knows Sun Guanyun best.

So he knew very well that his boss was dying.

Even Sun Changping and Sun Guanyun's second uncle, Sun Chang'an, didn't know why Sun Guanyun suddenly changed his temper and drove Sun Jikai out of the house, but Sun Guanyun's assistant knew.

He stood outside the gate of Taifeng Building, a little apprehensive.

He is Sun Guanyun's assistant and also Sun Jikai's elder. He watched Sun Jikai grow up, and watched Sun Guanyun give him great respect.

I also watched Sun Jikai being led astray by his mother, going astray, wasting his cooking talent, and participating in meaningless family struggles.

Sun Guanyun's assistant felt that his feet were numb.

How long has he been standing outside? 20 minutes? 30 minutes? 40 minutes? or longer?

He just stood outside without moving, his feet were numb, and he didn't see Sun Guanyun and Sun Jikai.

Could it be that there was another dispute between the grandfather and grandson?

Sun Guanyun's assistant not only became worried.

Should I go in and have a look?

But if there is any dispute, he is just an assistant, and he can't speak at such a critical moment, not to mention that it's a family matter between them, and it's not easy for him as an outsider to intervene.

Mr. Sun was finally willing to come to Beiping to bring Sun Jikai back. It would be a pity if something happened to him.

Should I go in?

Sun Guanyun's assistant hesitated even more.

He took a slight step forward with his left foot, followed by his right foot.

After thinking for a while, he took another step back with his right foot, followed by his left foot.

By the way, his surname is Wang, and he is called Assistant Wang.

The driver looked at Assistant Wang in the car, and began to wonder, could it be that Assistant Wang's leg cramped after standing for a long time?

Also, standing still for 40 minutes should also lead to leg cramps.

By the way, the driver is an employee of Haowei, and this car is also a Haowei car. Both the driver and the car were borrowed by Assistant Wang who contacted Han Guishan's assistant.

Thanks to the Good Taste Cooking Competition, the popularity of the Good Taste Company has been increasing these days. Han Guishan has been expanding the market for the past few months and is planning to move the headquarters to Beiping in a while.

Jiang Feng has already left Xinshou Village to Beiping City, the center of the universe, and Han Guishan can't lag behind.

The driver had an idea, and Assistant Wang had an idea. Just as the two of them were drifting farther and farther to the Siberian plain, Sun Guanyun brought Sun Jikai out.

Assistant Wang breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door for the two of them, and got in the car himself.

"Go to the hospital." Sun Guanyun said.

"Hospital? Grandpa, are you feeling unwell?" Sun Jikai asked.

Sun Guanyun looked at him and said, "Jikai, Grandpa is going to die."

The voice seemed older than ever.

Sun Jikai was stunned.