Life is a Game

Xia Mubing continued to walk towards the vegetable market while leading Zhang Guanghang, while casually insinuating.

"Xiaohang, have you ever seen someone make a fortune before...Luo...Shafuluo chicken?" Xia Mubing asked.

"Yes, I have seen my father and Uncle Adrien do it before." Zhang Guanghang replied.

"Then master will test you, do you remember how to do it?" Xia Mubing went straight to the point, it was too difficult to make something out of nothing, he had to have some reference information to make up this dish.

"I don't really remember." Zhang Guanghang shook his head, "It seems that the chicken was fried, then...then poured beef broth to boil it dry, and then...then I don't remember."

Zhang Guanghang was completely unaware of Xia Mubing's real intentions, thinking that Xia Mubing simply wanted to test him.

Xia Mubing stopped talking, and continued to walk forward in silence, looking at his expression as if he was thinking about frying the chicken and then boiling it with beef soup. After a while, they walked hand in hand until they walked to the vegetable market that looked like a large-scale market.

Jiang Feng has seen bigger vegetable markets than this, and Jiang Feng has seen vegetable markets with more complete varieties than here, but this is the first time for Jiang Feng to have such a large variety, complete and messy vegetable market like returning to a roadside stall. See.

There are not only housewives who come to buy vegetables, but also middle-aged men who look like chefs and ordinary people who have no experience in grocery shopping. A group of people are picking and choosing at the vegetable stalls, bargaining, and all kinds of voices are mixed together. It constitutes this bustling downtown. With a vegetable market of this size, it's no wonder that Xia Mubing came to visit in person. It's really hard to buy good food in this place without any level.

"Graropomus leopardus!" Zhang Guanghang pointed to a Dongxing spot swimming in the water tank.

Xia Mubing glanced at Dong Xingban and replied, "That's Dong Xingban."

"Dong Xingban." Zhang Guanghang repeated, and began to learn Chinese ingredients for today.

"Graake."

"Matsutake, don't buy this today."

"Grand-père, mérou!"

"That's a stone, eh, grouper." Xia Mubing was immediately attracted by the grouper, and after going forward to negotiate with the grouper vendor, he successfully took down the large and small fish in the basin. Grouper.

"Is this your grandson? Which country is he of mixed race? American? My daughter wants to go abroad all day long, and she wakes up early every morning and memorizes English words on the balcony before dawn." The hawker is new and doesn't know Xia Mu Bing.

"My apprentice, French." Xia Mubing said.

"Accepting foreigners as apprentices, you are really good, but which country is France, next to the United States?" The peddler asked, keeping his eyes on Zhang Guanghang. Although he can occasionally see foreigners walking on the main road, this is the first time he has seen this foreign child.

Xia Mubing wondered how I would know where France was, and said, "Maybe."

Such a place with a lot of traffic, a very high population density, bustling, and if you walk carelessly, your forefoot will touch someone's heel or your shoulder will rub against the arm of the person next to you. Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang, a Sino-French merger The combination of young and old is undoubtedly extremely eye-catching.

Xia Mubing led Zhang Guanghang around the vegetable market quickly, and found nothing that caught his eye except grouper. Fenyuan, like other restaurants, has a fixed food supplier. The reason why Xia Mubing insisted on visiting the vegetable market every day was to pass the time, and to exercise by the way, it was all for a walk.

"Grand-père, la crevette." Zhang Guanghang gently tugged at Xia Mubing's sleeve, and pointed to the live shrimp in the basin in front of a seafood vendor.

"Want to eat shrimp?" Xia Mubing asked.

Zhang Guanghang nodded.

"What else do you want to eat? It's your birthday, and you order food, as long as the masters in the master association will cook for you." Xia Mubing is rare to be generous and good-tempered, "Do you want to eat Wanfu meat? Master will show you something today, I'll make you the palace's Wanfu meat."

"Eat." Zhang Guanghang nodded, "and candied haws."

"Understood, I won't be missing your candied haws. I'll buy it for you when I go back. There's also that chicken you killed. You go and pick out the ingredients for that chicken, and we'll buy shrimp when we get back." Xia Xia Mu Bing pressed the bridge of his nose with some headaches, he hasn't figured out what to do with that chicken yet, "Then I'll take you to Tailor Zhao to make new clothes later in the evening, your head is jumping too fast Yes, the clothes I just made last month are short again."

Hearing Xia Mubing's muttering and complaining, Zhang Guanghang showed him a big smile and said loudly, "Gra'aime!"

"Keep down, I'm not too old to hear. What you said just now, oh, forget it, go back next month, tell your mother, don't just ask the make-up teacher to make up that math and English... You learn English Do you want me to ask a Chinese teacher to supplement your Chinese, you have to guess the meaning of your Chinese sentence and French sentence, I can't guess it, I'm old enough to suffer this foreign crime." Xia Mubing Led Zhang Guanghang to buy ingredients for saffron chicken.

Jiang Feng was still standing next to the hawker's stall selling shrimp. In front of the flower lobster in the stall next door, Jiang Feng had never tried baked lobster in soup, not even a flower lobster, due to the difficulty of ingredients and technology.

It was not easy to see the living one, even though it was in memory, Jiang Feng couldn't help but look at it more.

"The relationship between the grandpa and grandson was really good just now." A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar and wearing glasses said to the peddler while picking shrimp.

"Grandpa and grandson? That child is not his grandson, but the apprentice he accepted last year. Master Xia is a cook, the one who opened Fenyuan. Do you know Fenyuan? It's the private restaurant two alleys away." The shrimp vendor obviously knew Xia Mubing very well, and he even knew that Zhang Guanghang was his apprentice last year.

"Apprentice?" The middle-aged man was taken aback, "The kid just said I love you, grandpa."

This time it was Jiang Feng and the hawker's turn to be stunned.

"You still know French? You must have misheard. That child is his apprentice, not his grandson." The peddler said.

"How could I have heard it wrong? The child just said Grand-père, which means grandpa. There is only one word in French..."

Jiang Feng originally wanted to stay there and listen to the middle-aged man's explanation, but the invisible wall of air hit him behind him, knocking him to the ground.

When he looked up, Zhang Guanghang and Xia Mubing had already walked away. Jiang Feng could only get up and run forward in a hurry. If he fell to the ground and was hit by the air wall, this situation was no different from being tied to a chair and being whipped.

Jiang Feng hadn't experienced this feeling of being whipped by an air wall for a long time.

Running to catch up with Zhang Guanghang, and when Jiang Feng ran behind them, Xia Mubing was still talking about the topic that Zhang Guanghang occasionally uttered a sentence or two in French in Chinese.

"I've always heard about dragons and pailes. What does that mean?" Xia Mubing asked.

"Grand-pere?"

"Yes, yes, it's just this film, what does it mean?"

Zhang Guanghang was silent for a while, then replied, "Master."

"Um?"

"This is what Master meant." Zhang Guanghang said firmly.

"From now on, when you call Master, just call it well, and call it in a language I can understand. I don't know what film you are calling me." Xia Mubing let go of Zhang Guanghang's hand, "Okay, go pick it." Vegetables, if you want to buy something, just point it out to the stall owner. Don’t speak French if you don’t know what it’s called. I’ll go ahead and cut two pieces of pork belly. I just saw that the meat on the stall is very fresh. It should be freshly killed this morning. Call me loudly if something happens."

After speaking, Xia Mubing walked towards the meat stall in front.

Zhang Guanghang nodded reluctantly, and bulged his face into a puffer fish.

Jiang Feng could only say that Mr. Xia still suffered from culture for such a bad behavior of blatantly deceiving Master.

And it is a very sweet and happy loss.