Life is a Game

When Jiang Feng returned to the barbecue shop with the fruit, the two old men and Grandma Jiang had already arrived, sitting around a table with Professor Li and Chen Suhua, drinking tea and chatting.

No trace of presents.

Jiang Feng looked around. The table was filled with refreshment drinks, fruits and playing cards. There were no exquisite packaging or random gift packaging, only sliced ​​apples and opened carbonated drinks.

Zhang Weiyu is donating him!

Jiang Feng wanted to turn his head and stare fiercely at Zhang Weiyu who had deceived his feelings, but found that Zhang Weiyu had already put the fruit on the table and slipped into the crowd to see that Sang Ming and the others were playing poker.

Just when Jiang Feng was about to take the fruit to the kitchen to wash the fruit before taking it out, the old man waved at him and motioned him to come over.

At the same time, Grandma Jiang got up and found the fruit in Jiang Feng's hand, and very consciously took it into the kitchen to wash the fruit.

Jiang Feng walked up to the two old men, and Jiang Weiming was looking at him with a smile. Although they were all smiling, Jiang Feng could read a sense of familiarity from Jiang Weiming's smile today.

It's as if I've seen this style of smile somewhere, but it's not common.

"Xiaofeng, I heard from your mother and your aunt that you want to be listed on the list of famous chefs this year?" Jiang Weiming asked.

For some reason, Jiang Feng felt that this plot seemed familiar, as if he had seen it in a dream.

"Yes... I have this idea." Jiang Feng was full of confidence when he was bragging on the Great Wall, but he didn't have that much confidence when bragging in front of the two old men.

"It's good to have this idea." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

Jiang Feng nodded, yes, this idea is...

Eh, is it good?

The plot in the dream is not played out like this.

Jiang Feng raised his head in surprise, and stared at Jiang Weiming in disbelief.

"What? Afraid we will scold you?" Jiang Weiming motioned Jiang Feng to sit down, "If you have no goals and ambitions for so long, your grandpa will scold you instead. It is a good thing to want to be on the list of famous chefs. Although this thing is about me and your grandpa I don’t know much about it, but we also asked Xiaozhang just now, and at your current level, it will be a matter of time before you become a famous chef.”

Jiang Feng was a little dizzy. He always felt that the famous chef record was a very unattainable thing, so he pulled it out for the first time when he was bragging. But now Jiang Weiming actually told him that the list of famous chefs is just like that, you can get on it as long as you want.

"Okay, we'll talk about this kind of thing later." The old man said, "Today is your birthday, and your third grandfather and I have prepared a gift for you."

Gift!

"I was negligent before. I always felt that you are still the same as you were when you were a child. It is the limit to inherit your father's craftsmanship when you grow up. There are many omissions when teaching you. I feel that there is no need to eat well as long as you are full."

The old man's words made Jiang Feng a little puzzled. If the Jiang family's food is not considered good, then Wang Hao can only be regarded as eating chaff and swallowing vegetables since he was a child.

"Your third grandpa is right, you are talented. Your talent is better than mine, maybe even better than your third grandpa. It's just that you are late to enlighten and slow to realize. Although it is a bit late, you should also try some real ones. Good stuff." The old man took a sip of tea, "Your third grandfather and I made an altar Buddha jumping over the wall for you yesterday, and it is warming in the kitchen now, you can eat it whenever you want."

Jiang Feng almost choked to death on his own saliva.

Jiang Weiming smiled and shook his head: "I just watched from the sidelines and helped to mix the broth for a while. Your grandpa did the main steps. He has been busy for three or four days from preparing the ingredients for your altar Buddha jumping over the wall. .”

"Actually, I should cook you a dish. Last time you ate chickpea curds, it is reasonable to say that this time I should make you a boiled cabbage. It's a pity that I may not be able to make boiled cabbage in my current state. All of these It's a fresh dish, it's good for you to try more." Jiang Weiming sighed.

He didn't say anything about Jiang Weiming's loss of taste, neither did Jiang Feng, and Jiang Weiwei was even less willing to talk about it. He hid it so well that no one knows about it until now.

It is normal that Jiang Weiming has never cooked a dish since he was discharged from the hospital. A person who has just recovered from a serious illness is naturally weak, and at such an age, the kitchen smells of oily smoke, and it is normal for everyone to stop cooking for a while.

"What do you mean it can't be made. Third brother, next time I will help you make soup. After a while, you can take a good rest and recuperate. I will definitely be able to make it. And there are dishes that were made before but can't be made now? I haven't heard of it." I've heard it." The old man couldn't hear such words the most.

"It's different now, I'm really old." Jiang Weiming smiled wryly. Only Jiang Feng and him could understand the bitterness.

"Okay, I won't delay you, you can go and do your work."

Jiang Feng was about to go to the kitchen to touch the Buddha jumping wall made by the old man himself, when Ji Yue stopped him.

"Jiang Feng, come here and help me string together." Ji Yue waved at Jiang Feng with a bamboo stick in her hand.

Jiang Feng walked over and found that the people he thought were playing cards around the table were actually skewering skewers around the table. There are quite a variety of skewers. In addition to the common chicken wings, tenderloin, and bone-meat joints, there are also washed and cut vegetables of various colors, such as beans, cabbage, potatoes, garlic, etc. Beef, lamb, and pork are all marinated Yes, Wu Minqi is cutting them into small pieces.

"We really have a BBQ today." Jiang Feng didn't expect everyone to be so professional. Wang Xiulian ordered a barbecue restaurant, and he thought that today's dinner was a self-service barbecue with the name of BBQ.

He is ready to make his original fried rice cake come back out of the arena.

"Of course, these sauces are made by Lao Zhang, and I tell you it's really delicious!" Ji Yue said while rolling the freshly skewered vegetables and half meat skewers in the sauce. come out.

Jiang Feng also joined the team of skewers. One piece of beef, one piece of mutton, one piece of pork, two pieces of green pepper, and one piece of onion were skewered into a hodgepodge that looked like Turkish barbecue.

"By the way, who will bake it then? We don't have a barbecue master in our shop." Jiang Feng asked.

"Old Zhanghui, he learned Turkish barbecue from a Turkish barbecue master a few years ago. There is also Master Wang, he knows how to barbecue." Ji Yue pointed to the one who has been making skewers, very professional, unknown What kind of impression does it leave on people, Mr. Wang, a native of Peking.

Jiang Feng: ...

How many masters did Zhang Guanghang learn from?

"Both Lao Zhang and Master Wang have seen it just now, and they said that the equipment is fine, and carbon is fine." Ji Yue said, "Aunt Wang asked them to prepare 4 racks, and whoever wants to get the remaining two can get them. The ones that come out must be eaten. Aren’t there still a few shelves for self-service barbecue over there, and there are ingredients in the freezer that you can make if you want to make self-service barbecue.”

This sounds really good, but Jiang Feng still realized that there was something inappropriate: "Is there no hot food? My grandpa can eat these without any problem, but the third grandpa can't eat too meaty and greasy things now."

Ji Yue started to skewer vegetables: "Just now I saw you were talking to Master Jiang and the others. Didn't they tell you? They won't be eating here today. They settled for a table at the opposite Yongheju. Today they go to Yongheju to eat."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

I also want to go to Yongheju to eat.

Why didn't we designate the hotel built by the group as Yongheju from the very beginning?

"Oh, there is one more thing I want to tell you in advance, you have to be mentally prepared." Ji Yue put down the skewer, showing a slightly guilty smile.

The others also stopped what they were doing and looked at them together. Jiang Feng showed a slightly guilty smile similar to Ji Yue's.

Jiang Feng:?

Why did he have an ominous premonition.

"What's up?"

"It's like this, isn't today your birthday? I prepared a birthday present for you, as you know, I don't choose gifts for people very much, I usually follow the trend. I have thought about it for a long time, and recently I have not I’m very generous, so I ordered a cake for you, and it will be delivered around 5 o’clock.”

Jiang Feng thought it was pretty good, but didn't understand why Ji Yue's expression was so complicated, and said, "The cake is pretty good, what's wrong?"

"The problem is that we didn't discuss with each other, and I don't know what to send. I also ordered a cake for you." Ji Xue said, "It will be delivered around 6 o'clock."

"Master, I also ordered a cake for you! It's a chocolate cake!" Ji Xia raised her hand actively, "Sister ordered a mousse cake, sister Ji Yue ordered an ice cream cake, Master Wang ordered a fruit cake, and sister Tang I ordered the Black Forest Cake, Dong Shi and Brother Dong Li ordered..."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"That's it." Ji Yue's smile became more complicated, "It can only be said that it is really a coincidence, because we asked Aunt Wang if she wanted to order a cake at the beginning. Aunt Wang said no, so everyone's first reaction I ordered a cake for you as a birthday present."

"According to incomplete statistics, there are about 11 people who ordered a birthday cake for you."