Life is a Game

Whether it looks like it or not, Jiang Feng has already reached the limit of what he can do.

After sweeping the soup, there is hanging soup. The so-called hanging soup is to put the red and white antlers used in the previous sweeping soup into the soup again, and simmer for more than an hour under controlled heat. Only by fully cooking the meat flavor into the soup can the clear soup be clear and fragrant.

When Jiang Feng finally filtered the clear soup twice with filter paper and poured it into the basin, he was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open, and he yawned countless times. Tang Jiangfeng, who smelled pale yellow in color and had a strong taste, didn't even have the desire to taste it, and just wanted to go back to the room and sleep.

Just like that, Jiang Feng put the clear soup in the refrigerator, took a bath and didn't wash his teeth or brush his teeth. With the smell of clear soup all over his body, he looked like a sloppy old mother who had just been fished out of the clear soup pot. The chicken, went straight to the room, pounced on the soft bed, covered the quilt to sleep.

It's dawn.

If it wasn't for an alarm clock that vibrated, rang and the volume was set to the maximum, Jiang Feng would really not be able to get up.

Jiang Feng set the alarm clock for 6:30, and Wu Minqi got up before him. These days, Jiang Feng basically made soup at night every day, and the two of them got up to drink it in the morning the next day. Wu Minqi was already ready to eat red oil noodles with clear soup this morning.

In fact, Wu Minqi didn't understand what Jiang Feng could do with the high-grade clear soup suddenly, and he didn't know how to cook dishes that could use high-grade clear soup. And she didn't think that Jiang Feng could make a decent high-end clear soup, at most, he could make ordinary clear soup that looked more like high-end clear soup.

As a result, Wu Minqi froze as soon as she opened the refrigerator in the morning.

She has seen good things, and she is not afraid of being laughed at when she speaks out. When she was a child, her cousins ​​even secretly drank the high-grade clear soup made by her grandfather. She couldn't be more clear about what a high-grade clear soup should look like, and what kind of state the color and aroma should reach.

The pot of high-grade clear soup that Jiang Feng made was far from high-grade clear soup, but it was high-grade clear soup.

This is a pot that you can see. The maker put in a lot of effort, effort, time, and effort, but the strength is not enough. The result is very close but it is not. If you insist that it is not the same Poor premium consommé not quite right.

It was this pot of clear soup that made Wu Minqi forget that she opened the refrigerator door to make red oil noodles with spicy peppers.

Wu Minqi just stood at the door of the refrigerator and stared at the clear soup inside, sizing it up motionlessly for a few minutes until the refrigerator started beeping the alarm before she came closer to smell it.

The very faint scent of clear soup and the extremely strong feeling of air-conditioning hit Wu Minqi's nose, and Wu Minqi almost sneezed into the refrigerator.

In the end, Wu Minqi stood in front of the refrigerator until she felt a little cold. She shivered before she came back to her senses. She touched the spoon and scooped up some already cold clear soup and put it in her mouth for a while.

This was what Jiang Feng saw when he came out.

Jiang Feng:?

Did he sleep too little and see hallucinations before his sudden death.

Why did his family Qiqi stand at the door of the refrigerator early in the morning, drinking the clear soup he made like when he and a few cousins ​​stole the steamed eggs that the old man made for Grandma Jiang when they were young.

It's a pity that when Jiang Feng was caught by the old man when he was a child, he panicked and ran away, but when Wu Minqi was caught by Jiang Feng, he was calm and nodded slightly.

"Fengfeng, you're up, I'm about to make red oil noodles for you." Wu Minqi put down the spoon, as if nothing happened just now.

"Ah, oh, no." For a moment, Jiang Feng really suspected that what he saw just now might be a hallucination.

"Qiqi doesn't need to make noodles today. I'll make it for breakfast today." Jiang Feng invited Wu Minqi out of the kitchen as he spoke, taking control of the breakfast kitchen for the first time.

Clear noodle soup is very simple.

A bowl of high-grade clear soup, a piece of cheap noodles bought from the supermarket, a little salt, a beaten egg, two slices of blanched green vegetables, sprinkled with chopped green onion and placed on a plate, anyone who sees it will praise it.

Wu Minqi didn't like to eat soft-boiled eggs, so Jiang Feng deliberately boiled the eggs until they were fully cooked, and filled Wu Minqi's bowl of clear soup noodles with a full bowl of clear soup.

Wu Minqi was stunned when she saw her face.

She thought a lot, but she didn't expect Jiang Feng to put in so much effort to cook a pot of high-grade clear soup for such a long time, in order to make two bowls of clear soup noodles in the morning.

When Wu Minqi looked at the face, she felt that it was glowing.

"Qiqi." Jiang Feng sat down and spoke.

As a child of the Jiang family, Jiang Feng knew that when giving a gift, he had to tell the recipient the purpose of giving the gift, the process of giving the gift, and the hardships of giving the gift, so that the gift would be valuable and meaningful.

"Isn't today the first anniversary of our relationship? At the beginning, that boy Wang Hao told me about the first anniversary of our relationship, the second anniversary, and the third anniversary. There is nothing to give away, and it's not a wedding anniversary. But I think No, I originally made you a gift on Qixi Festival last year, but I didn't have the nerve to give it away. I didn't give you a gift this Qixi Festival, and it would be unreasonable not to give a gift on the first anniversary." Jiang Feng first belittled the dog-headed soldier and toolman out of thin air. Wang Hao.

Wu Minqi didn't expect that Jiang Feng's two bowls of clear soup noodles were not made on a whim, but specially made for herself, so she couldn't help but feel flattered. Since there was no concealment, the joy was directly expressed on the face.

"I know, you made a cornmeal rose last year on Chinese Valentine's Day." Wu Minqi said.

"Ah?" Now it was Jiang Feng's turn to be dazed, and he forgot all the nonsense he was about to say in an instant, "How did you know that?"

"I saw it when you did it secretly. I was waiting for you to send it, but you didn't send it. I didn't ask after that." Wu Minqi said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if you are ugly, anyway..."

"Anyway, it's food when it's steamed."

Jiang Feng: ...

"But, Fengfeng, why do you want to make... this kind of clear soup noodles?" Wu Minqi turned against customers.

Jiang Feng was still immersed in the sadness that he thought he had covered up well, but he didn't expect to be discovered long ago.

In this way, how should he hide his private money in the future? Is he going to steal his future son's pocket money to buy a kitchen knife like his father did?

"Ah, because, because..." Jiang Feng's original nonsense was interrupted by Wu Minqi like that, and he couldn't remember it for a while, and couldn't make up a new one, so he could only tell the truth.

Add a little embellishment when you say it.

"Because I want to give you a special gift."

"It's not a messy gift like the cornmeal rose last time. I want to give you a gift that can really make people happy."

"Qiqi, you have been making food for me since we fell in love. From the first Long Chaoshou, to the various soups, noodles, cold noodle, jelly, and cakes, it has always been You are doing it."

"But Fengfeng, you also cooked for me." Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng shook his head: "That's different."

"You made food for me specially, and what I made was..." Jiang Feng couldn't say that what he made was for practicing buff dishes, he could only put it another way, "It's all what I want to make, Not what I want to do for you."

"But today's clear soup noodles are different. This is the first time I have made high-grade clear soup. I have never made it before, and I have never made such a time-consuming and laborious thing before."

"Although it does look a bit like a small fight compared to the high soup and clear soup made by my grandfather and the third grandfather, but this is something I sincerely, purposely, and just want to make for you."

"I want to give you this unique, unprecedented, and first heartfelt gift as a gift."

"Although it's just a bowl of noodles."

This time Wu Minqi was really stunned.

She didn't speak, and took a small sip of the soup.

Obviously no sugar was added, but she concealed a hint of sweetness.

She understands the chef's heart and sincerity.

Wu Minqi didn't speak, which made Jiang Feng feel a little embarrassed. A rare good boyfriend like him who is not good at smooth talk, has never dated girls, has only been in love once, and has a little bit of straight man potential. this time.

It's all about the atmosphere.

As long as the atmosphere is up, anything can be said.

Jiang Feng began to travel far and wide.

Wu Minqi:?

Are you in a daze after saying this?

Wu Minqi picked up the chopsticks and began to sip the noodles and soup.

It's actually quite delicious.

Wu Minqi thought to herself.

After all, she has only eaten this extravagant way of eating noodles in high-grade clear soup once in her life.

Wu Minqi glanced at Jiang Feng, but Jiang Feng was still distracted.

"Fengfeng, hurry up and eat noodles, we have to gather at 8 o'clock and we'll be too late if we don't eat." Wu Minqi urged.

Jiang Feng woke up like a dream and started eating noodles.

Wu Minqi finished the whole bowl of noodles in a leisurely manner and swallowed the last mouthful of soup.

Although her boyfriend seems a little abnormal now, he still likes her very much.

She likes him too, even if he seems a little out of order now.

This is enough.