Life is a Game

"Uncle Jiang, you think too much. The third grandpa's taste is not very good. This doesn't affect his cooking at all." Jiang Feng comforted.

Jiang Weisheng shook his head: "It's different, it's completely different."

"Master's sense of taste was not good before, but he can still taste the taste anyway. He can taste the ups and downs, sweetness, bitterness, hotness and saltiness, and can taste the quality of a dish." Jiang Weisheng choked up, "Now Master, he can't taste the taste at all."

Of course, Jiang Feng knew the difference. For a chef of Jiang Weiming's level, the deterioration of his sense of taste basically didn't affect his cooking skills. As long as he could still taste some flavors, he could use his rich experience to cook dishes that did not lose the standard. .

But if the sense of taste is completely lost, even a god can't control the seasoning.

There is only one Beethoven, and most people end up as mortals.

"No, it's impossible." Jiang Feng didn't quite believe it, "Third Grandpa told you?"

"How could master say such a thing? I saw it myself." Jiang Weiwei touched the tears on his face, "I made chicken soup for master the day before yesterday. I bought the chicken at the vegetable market early in the morning. I picked the most fat and tender old hen, and added the daylily that Master loves when stewing. I started stewing in the morning and continued to stew until evening. The chicken is too fat, and Master can’t eat too greasy things now. There's oil floating around."

"When I was about to deliver food to Master at noon, I didn't dare to leave, so I asked Jiang Yong to come over and take the food away."

"The pot of chicken soup was stewed very well. I thought that Master might want to eat some chicken, so I chopped the chicken into small pieces. When it was about to come out of the pot, the chicken would fall apart when I touched it with a spoon."

Jiang Weisheng began to babble about the whole process of his stewed chicken.

"That pot of chicken soup was so beautiful when it was about to come out. I thought that Master had been drinking plain porridge for the past few days, and it must be tasteless in his mouth, so I thought of quickly pouring out the soup and serving it to Master. , but I forgot to add salt." Jiang Weisheng wept, "I didn't remember this until Master took it up and drank it, but I said the wrong thing in a hurry."

"what did you say?"

"I told Master that I added too much salt."

Jiang Feng: ...

He seemed to know how Jiang Weiming found out that Jiang Weiming had lost his sense of taste.

"So, what the third grandfather said is..."

"Master nodded and told me that the soup was a bit salty."

Jiang Feng was silent.

He didn't know how to comfort Jiang Sansheng.

As one of the five senses, taste is not as important as hearing and vision, but it is also an indispensable sense for human beings.

If you lose your sense of taste, you will lose the right to explore and feel the world with the tip of your tongue, and lose one of the simplest ways to obtain joy and happiness.

The tasteless tip of the tongue is like a tasteless life. Ordinary people can't accept losing their sense of taste, let alone a chef who makes a living by cooking skills and tongue.

If there is any profession that is more unacceptable to lose the sense of taste than a chef, it may only be a professional food critic like Xu Cheng.

Jiang Feng couldn't open his mouth. In the short time just now, he imagined what would happen if it wasn't Jiang Weiming who lost his sense of taste but Jiang Weiguo?

"Third Grandpa..." Jiang Feng couldn't continue speaking halfway through.

"Jiang Bo, you can find a time to ask the doctor quietly. The third grandpa doesn't want to say it, so you can ask him for him. Maybe it's only temporary, even if the third grandpa really..." Jiang Feng paused, "Well,

Then we have nothing to do, the third grandfather is so old after all. I just walked through the gate of hell again, as long as I am healthy, this kind of thing..."

"The third grandfather is also very worried about you with your current appearance."

Jiang Weiwei lowered his head, like a pupil listening to a teacher's lecture: "I know, I'm just sad."

"You make me sad for two days, two days will be fine."

The team queuing up to turn on the water moved forward a few steps, and Jiang Weiwei also took a few steps forward: "Xiaofeng, go back and have a conversation with Master. I'll just line up here to turn on the water."

As he spoke, he wiped the tears off his face with his hands.

Hands can wipe away the tears but cannot wipe away the red eyes.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, do you have the contact information of Jiang Yanlu?" Jiang Weisheng asked.

"Jiang Yanlu?" Jiang Feng shook his head, because of the memory of Jiang Xiaoran that he had seen before, Jiang Feng now has a very bad impression of Jiang Yanlu's family.

The same goes for all the villains.

"Master has been in the hospital for so long, and he didn't even call." Jiang Weisheng seemed a little angry, "It's a pity that Master loved him so much, even if he didn't come, he didn't even call."

"White-eyed wolf!"

Jiang Feng nodded in agreement.

In fact, Jiang Weisheng and Jiang Feng really wronged Jiang Yanlu for this matter. It's not that Jiang Yanlu didn't call Jiang Weiming. He called Jiang Weiming the first time Jiang Yong told him the news. Although he is not a filial son in behavior, he is definitely a well-deserved filial son on the phone.

But the problem was that Jiang Yanlu's number was blocked by Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming had done this kind of thing many times before, and every time Jiang Yanlu got angry and blocked his phone number, and released him after two days. The last time Jiang Yanlu called Jiang Weiming was blacklisted last time. According to common sense, Jiang Weiming would release Jiang Yanlu's phone number from the blacklist the next day after that blacklist. It was so colorful that Jiang Weiming forgot about it.

Later, a series of well-known things happened. Jiang Weiming gradually got used to his eldest son not calling him. He didn't realize that the real reason why his eldest son didn't call him was that his phone number was blacklisted.

And Jiang Yanlu, as a dutiful son on the phone, would not ask Jiang Yong for WeChat even if he couldn't get through the phone.

The phone is a filial son, as long as there is no phone, he is not a filial son.

After scolding Jiang Yanlu, Jiang Weiming's mood obviously improved a lot. He urged Jiang Feng to go back to the ward and talk to Jiang Weiming more. It was time for Jiang Weiming to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

After Jiang Feng returned to the ward, he found that Jiang Weiming was eating orange candies made by Sun Jikai himself, smiling, staring at the TV with candy in his mouth.

"I didn't expect Sun Jia to have such skills. This candy is almost as good as the ones on the market." Jiang Weiming praised.

"It's just that the orange flavor is a bit weak, so it's better to make the original flavor." Jiang Weiguo said.

Jiang Weiming nodded: "Yes, the orange smell is a little weaker."

It was originally a flawless performance, but because Jiang Feng had read the script in advance, he could see the only trace of performance in Jiang Weiming's eyes.

Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming chatted for a few more words. The two juniors, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi, couldn't get in the conversation and could only stand at the end of the bed. Wu Minqi tugged at Jiang Feng's sleeve.

"What happened to Uncle Jiang?" Wu Minqi asked in a low voice.

"Go back and tell you."

"Okay, little brother, it's getting late now, and you must be tired after rushing back again, go back and wash and sleep first. I have to work tomorrow. I have so many people here to take care of me, so nothing will happen." Jiang Weiming began to prepare to see off the guests.

Jiang Weiguo got up: "I will cook tomorrow's meal."

"Xiao Feng." Jiang Weiming called to stop Jiang Feng who had already walked to the door, "You stay here, I have something to tell you."

Jiang Feng felt a little strange, turned his head and told Wu Minqi to wait for him downstairs, and walked up to Jiang Weiming.

After Jiang Weiguo and Wu Minqi both left the ward, Jiang Weiming said to Aunt Zhu and Zhang Li: "Can I trouble you to go out first, I want to talk to Xiaofeng."

Aunt Zhu is a professional nurse. As long as she doesn't violate the doctor's instructions, the client can do whatever she wants. As soon as Jiang Weiming finished speaking, she put down her work and went out. Zhang Li also nodded and went out together.

"Third Grandpa?" Jiang Fengjian was stunned by Jiang Weiming's big battle.

Could it be that Jiang Weiming wants to teach him the supreme mind of the Jiang family's cooking skills, the supreme martial arts?

"It's nothing, it's just that I don't want them to know about those things." Jiang Weiming explained, "Did Sanitation know?"

This time Jiang Feng was really shocked. His acting skills were obviously not bad, and his lies had reached the level of a master. Why was Jiang Weiming able to spot the kung fu just now?

"When I said the orange smell was a little weak, you subconsciously stared at me." Jiang Weiming said, "How did he tell?"

"Uncle Jiang actually forgot to add salt to the chicken soup that Uncle Jiang made for you two days ago. He made a mistake when he got nervous." Jiang Feng honestly did everything.

Jiang Weiming shook his head helplessly: "Actually, it's not a big deal. My sense of taste has deteriorated more and more over the years. This day will come sooner or later."

"Don't tell everyone about this. There have been so many things recently. I don't want to worry everyone because of such a trivial matter."

"Okay." Jiang Feng agreed.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, do you want to learn how to make high and clear soup?"