Life is a Game

There is no need to go to the street to pull people, the game rewards the promotional stand with the buff of the attention degree can play a very good effect. At present, Ji Yue has the best handwriting in the store. Please write a line of promotional slogans, and Jiang Feng directly put the promotional sign in the middle of the road.

Not only in the way, but conspicuous!

There are only two lines on the publicity stand:

Try the boiled shrimp in the healthy stir-fry restaurant! (Limited to one per person)

Customize your exclusive delicacy!

The word was still Ji Yue's idea, and when Jiang Feng put the publicity stand in the middle of the road and entered the store, Ji Yue was still complacent about her wonderful advertising word.

"If I had learned print advertising design back then, I would still be able to do it now!" Ji Yue began to dream daily.

For girls who love to dream, the level of dragging drafts is generally not too bad.

In less than two minutes, Master Huang from the ramen restaurant opposite came in to ask about the dishes.

"Well, Ji Yue, let's try to eat the boiled shrimp written on your brand. How do you try it?" Master Huang asked curiously while rubbing his hands. The noodle restaurant was originally a stall, but later I rented the storefront, and I have never seen such a tasting event.

"Master Huang, wait a moment, Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng! Master Huang is here to try, come out!" Ji Yue yelled at the back chef.

"Come here!" Jiang Feng came out with a pen and paper, and asked with a smile, "Master Huang, do you like boiled shrimp?"

"I haven't eaten it." Master Huang was very honest.

"...Then, what is your taste, what do you like and dislike?" Jiang Feng asked again.

"Taste?" Master Huang thought for a while and hesitated, "Just don't be too salty, eat a little spicy, not too strong ginger, not too sour, occasionally sweet, don't eat beef, roasted ones are fine, but recently The teeth are not very good, the shredded meat is always stuck in the teeth..."

"Okay, okay, Master Huang, please wait a moment." Jiang Feng tore off the post-it note that had just written down Master Huang's taste, and handed the post-it note to Ji Yue, "If someone comes later, please write it down for me. Then the evaluation will also help me remember it together.”

Ji Yue first gave Jiang Feng a 2, meaning two glasses of cranberry juice. After Jiang Feng nodded, he immediately changed into an ok gesture and continued watching TV.

As soon as Jiang Feng entered the kitchen, the owner of the stewed vegetable shop next door came. He saw Master Huang sitting in the shop, and greeted him with a smile: "Master Huang is also here. Well, I just saw Jiang Feng put up the sign and took a look curiously. This Try how to eat it."

"Boss Luo, sit down first, tell me your taste, I'll just write it down and let Jiang Feng make it." Ji Yue said.

Boss Luo took advantage of the opportunity to move a chair and sat down, just sitting on the right side of Master Huang. The two of them lined up together: "Then how dare you make it for me. You see how troublesome it is, so I came to ask out of curiosity."

"I like sourness, put more vinegar, don't use dark soy sauce, use light soy sauce, it's better to add some sugar, add some millet pepper, no coriander, you can put a little green onion, it's okay, it's better not to put ginger, sesame oil, whatever you want , and that..."

Ji Yue: "..."

After waiting three minutes, Jiang Feng came out of the back kitchen nervously with a shrimp in his left hand and a plate of sauce in his right, and found that there were already many people in the shop.

Boss Zhang from the stewed vegetables next door, the mother-in-law of the snack proprietress in S County holding her grandson, Dongsi from Dongsi Dumpling Restaurant, the owner of Hunan Rice Noodles, the proprietress of the stationery shop, and a student who works part-time at the milk tea shop opposite.

It can be said that all the people from the shops near the healthy stir-fry restaurant where you can see the promotional signs on the street have come.

"Here." Ji Yue tore off a few post-it notes and stuffed them in Jiang Feng's eyes, giving him the look of asking for blessings.

Jiang Feng didn't know why, so he started flipping through post-it notes.

"Well, Jiang Feng, you can eat it now, right?" Master Huang was a little embarrassed, after all, he was the first to eat it, and everyone was looking at him, "Is there anything special about it?"

"It doesn't matter. You can eat shrimp as you usually do. Just dip it in the sauce. It's best to peel the shell first." Jiang Feng said with a smile, "I'm still waiting for your evaluation."

"Oh." Master Huang directly picked up the shrimp with his hands. It can be seen that he doesn't eat much shrimp at ordinary times. Full of sauce, packed in one bite.

"How is it?" Jiang Feng looked at him eagerly.

"Well, it's delicious. I don't usually eat shrimp, but it's delicious." Master Huang said vaguely.

"Others, such as the taste of the sauce, are there any dissatisfaction?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's good, it's a bit salty, it's good, maybe I just soaked it too much." Master Huang got up, "Well, it's all right after the test, I'll go back first, I'll call my wife over."

"Okay, take your time." Jiang Feng said with a smile, and glanced at Ji Yue, a master shorthand, who had already memorized Master Huang's comments.

"Please wait a moment, I'll be ready soon." Jiang Feng said, walking into the back kitchen with a post-it note.

Sun Guanyun was waiting for Jiang Feng to come back in the back kitchen.

"You have used too much raw soy, you shouldn't release all light soy, you should mix some dark soy." Sun Guanyun said.

Jiang Feng was a little surprised: "Master Huang said that light soy sauce should not be dark soy sauce. He also said it was a bit salty just now."

"You can refer to the opinions of the guests, but you can't trust them all." Sun Guanyun said, "You are the chef who cooks the dishes. The decision of the taste is in your hands. Most of the guests just think they like it. In fact, even they I don’t even know my own taste.”

Jiang Feng nodded, feeling that what Sun Guanyun said was reasonable, and started flipping through the post-it notes.

The fourth one is from Grandma Qian, a snack in S County:

I don't like shrimp, my grandson is allergic to shrimp.

Jiang Feng: ...

Grandma Qian really...has a personality.

Seven or eight minutes later, Jiang Feng brought out the six newly prepared sauces and found that there were many more people in the store.

There are bosses of other shops in the food street with familiar faces, and there are also students from University A who came in to buy milk tea/snacks/stationery, but came in after seeing the publicity sign.

While watching TV, Ji Yue tore off a small stack of post-it notes and gave it to Jiang Feng without taking her eyes off the screen.

"There are 4 more people going to buy milk tea across the street, come over later."

Jiang Feng brought the shrimp and dipping sauce dish to the corresponding person and waited for their evaluation.

All praises, even Grandma Qian, who claims to not like shrimp, gave a "good" evaluation, maybe because it is free, everyone is very tolerant, but if Jiang Feng insists on asking, everyone will give a little dissatisfaction The place.

Returning to the back kitchen with the plates and post-it notes, Jiang Feng decided to make five servings, one tray just fit.

Turning to one of the post-it notes, it was very long and full of words, which stood out among all the post-it notes. Jiang Feng took a closer look.

Don’t eat onion, ginger, garlic, vinegar, pepper, monosodium glutamate, star anise, cinnamon, don’t be too salty, can be slightly spicy, don’t eat sesame oil and sesame oil, don’t eat brown sugar and granulated sugar, the rest is optional.

What a random!

This guest asked more than the virtual guest that Sun Guanyun said before.

...

In the end, the tasting activity ended when the prawns in the healthy stir-fry restaurant were in a hurry.

Many people have said that if they want to taste the food tomorrow, they will come tomorrow, not for a shrimp, but because the chef can customize the sauce according to the customer's taste. It feels very good.

Many expressed the feeling of God as a customer for the first time in many years.

Jiang Feng, who served the gods, also felt very good. He seldom asked others how his dishes tasted so directly. Usually, the old man asked the most, and the one who got the most was scolding. Today, such a large area and high frequency were praised by different people in many ways and angles, Jiang Feng was really happy.

Immediately understood why Wu Minqi would go to ask customers one by one when she was a child.

Being praised by so many people together, it is worth being scolded in the end!

The day's practice is over, and Wang Xiulian said that she can get fresh prawns tomorrow morning. Although she has always been picky, she has never been picky when it comes to Jiang Feng's cooking practice. She has the spirit of education for parents, no matter how poor they are.

"You think of three kinds of sauces tonight, and make them together. No matter what taste the guests say they have, you will use these three kinds of sauces." Sun Guanyun left homework and left.

Three sauces.

Jiang Feng pondered, it didn't seem to be enough.