Life is a Game

The soup is drinkable, but not particularly tasty.

There was no blanched cabbage in the small half bowl Jiang Feng drank. There was only one piece of pork belly, and a lot of diced beef sank to the bottom. There is a vague onion smell that is masked by a strong tomato sauce smell.

Because Jiang Sanwei added a lot of tomato paste, the color of the soup is like that of borscht, and the taste is a bit like borscht, but as long as you take a few sips, you can find that its borscht is completely different.

There is an indescribable strange smell, but also an indescribably delicious taste.

This bowl of soup can bring warmth to people, and this warmth is not only brought by temperature. From the moment of the entrance, the soup enters the mouth, crosses the esophagus, and finally reaches the stomach. The warm feeling flows into the stomach along the path of the soup, spreading to the limbs and the whole body.

After eating a small bowl of soup, Jiang Feng felt warm all over his body, as if he was being illuminated by the warm afternoon sun. He was very comfortable, as if he was not in the cafeteria but lying on the sunny lawn with his hands closed. Eyes repose.

"How is it?" Jiang Weisheng looked forward to it.

"It's very delicious. After drinking it, I feel warm on my body." Jiang Feng told the truth, only made a little modification.

Hearing what Jiang Feng said, Jiang Weiwei was immediately overjoyed. If it wasn't for Xiaoben's absence, he would have wished to write down the time, place, people and what Jiang Feng said just now on the spot.

"I called to ask if my wife's master is still walking down there. The sun is so good today that the master may not have gone back." Jiang Weisheng took out his mobile phone and called Zhang Li.

After learning that Jiang Weiming was still basking in the sun, Jiang Weiming found a large bowl filled with half a bowl of soup from the depths of the cabinet, took an iron spoon, and carried the bowl to deliver soup to Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Feng hadn't seen a similar model of that bowl in the small cafeteria before. Jiang Sanwei probably bought it himself, and put it in the cabinet directly to save trouble.

As soon as Jiang Sansheng left the small kitchen, there was no one else in the small kitchen. Jiang Feng walked to the door and looked, but the administrator was not there, so he relieved himself and clicked on the properties panel to see what Jiang Sansheng's recipes were.

A new character lit up in the menu bar.

Ginger Hygiene (1/1)

【Strange Soup Grade B】

Producer: Jiang Sanwei

Dish details: This is a magical soup full of flaws, but also full of emotion. The wonderful combination of ingredients, simple and rough cooking techniques, and the incomparably precious and strong emotions contained in it constitute this strange soup with three flavors of sour, sweet and bitter, not all the flavors of life, but all the flavors of life. Sweetness comes from family happiness, sourness comes from caring for family members, and bitterness comes from worrying about relatives. This is a dish that is born and beautiful because of the family. It will also be one of the dishes that the producer is most proud of in his life. You can get a warm feeling within two hours after eating it. (If there are serums within four generations at the same table, the feeling of warmth will be slightly improved.)

There is no limit to the number of times this dish can be made.

Friendly reminder: The original producer's production effect is better.

This is the strange flavor soup, not the hundred flavor soup, the hundred flavor soup is Jiang Weiming's, and the strange flavor soup is Jiang Weiwei's.

Jiang Feng looked at the details of the dishes in a daze.

It was the first time he had seen the details of such a special dish for such a long time, and the taste was not enough for emotion. Jiang Weisheng insisted on putting this dish on the B level by relying on his rich and positive emotions.

There was still more than half of the pot of soup in the pot, which was steaming, exuding the aroma of borscht but not borscht.

Before tasting this pot of soup, the first thing Jiang Feng thought of when he smelled this taste was definitely borscht, but after tasting that taste, the first thing Jiang Feng thought of was the warmth that filled his whole body.

To use Wang Hao's tone to make an exaggerated description, it is the feeling of being surrounded by the sun.

The sun shines all over the body, melts into the blood, warm and comfortable.

Jiang Feng thought for a while, picked up the bowl of soup he had just drank, and scooped up a full bowl again, took the bowl and drank the soup in small sips, and ate the meat in big gulps.

Although Jiang Weisheng's strange soup is not very delicious, it does have a special taste. There is a kind of magical power that wants to drink another bowl after drinking one bowl, wants to taste some more even if it is full, and wants to drink more tomorrow after drinking today.

It is completely different from pure meat wonton, it is simply two extremes.

Just as Jiang Feng returned the cat to drink soup in the kitchen, Jiang Weisheng had already brought the soup in front of Jiang Weiming.

The sun is sunny today, and there are a large number of elderly patients walking downstairs, chatting and basking in the sun, and there is no shortage of family members of patients who bring water and fruit. Jiang Weisheng is the first one who comes directly with a bowl of hot soup.

The elderly patient who was still praising Jiang Weiming for his filial son who gave him an apple just now felt that his son was not so filial, and the apple in his hand was no longer fragrant.

The bowl of ginger health soup is much more fragrant than apples.

The elderly patient said that he also wanted to drink it, the kind cooked by his own son.

Former filial son: ?

"Master, I really don't have any ingredients left, and I don't know what to make for you, so I made you this bowl of...strange flavor soup." Jiang Weisheng originally wanted to talk about Baiwei soup, but he felt that the He couldn't make Jiang Weiming's Hundred Flavors Soup, so he changed his name to Strange Flavor Soup.

Jiang Weiming took the soup and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you make such a strange soup before. Did you research it recently?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking about this for a while." Jiang Shengsheng subconsciously began to lie.

Jiang Weiming started to drink the soup.

Since he completely lost his sense of taste, eating has become a very mechanical thing. He no longer has expectations for three meals, and he no longer habitually reviews each dish as before.

Eating and drinking have changed from work and enjoyment to the most basic guarantee for survival. I can't taste the taste, and the taste has changed from icing on the cake to superfluous.

No one would believe that Jiang Weiming wanted to eat Jiang Feng's pure meat wontons during the period when he lost his sense of taste. He just wanted to see if the pure meat wontons could give him the feeling he used to eat.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't want to add a lot of baggage, as long as it can make him feel the feeling he should have when eating, even if it is crying and uncomfortable.

Jiang Weiming started to drink the soup.

He found that the sun, which had already had a tendency to set, suddenly became more energetic, and the sun became stronger, and the warmth on his body was extremely comfortable, even more comfortable than lying on a massage chair for a full-body massage.

Originally, he planned to stay here for another five or six minutes before going back, but now he just wants to stay here for a while, preferably until the sun goes down.

The sun became very warm, so warm that people wanted to close their eyes and enjoy it quietly.

Jiang Weiming closed his eyes in comfort.

After opening his eyes, Jiang Weiming realized that there was no sunlight, and the only glimmer of sunlight was blocked by a cloud.

But the warm feeling didn't go away.

Jiang Weiming seemed to realize something, glanced at the soup in his hand and took another sip.

He couldn't taste it, but he was delighted.

Jiang Weiming drank the soup from a small mouthful to a big mouthful. After drinking the soup, he still didn't forget to use a spoon to scoop up all the remaining ingredients in the bowl and eat it.

"Health, do you still remember what I told you when you asked me what level you have to learn to be a teacher?" Jiang Weiming asked.

Of course Jiang Weisheng remembered: "You said that when I can make the dishes I want, I will be a teacher."

"Then do you remember what kind of dish you want to make?"

"I want to make dishes that diners will remember just like you, Master." Jiang Weisheng foolishly thought that this was just a daily question and answer between master and apprentice.

Jiang Weiming smiled gently and said, "Good boy, congratulations, you have finally graduated."

"Ding, the side mission [Jiang Weiming's wish] is completed, and the mission reward: [A memory of Jiang Weiming]."