Life is a Game

Eight-treasure porridge, also known as Laba porridge, is a traditional festival food of Huajia. It is porridge made with a variety of ingredients during the Laba Festival. "Old Stories of Wulin" in the Southern Song Dynasty once recorded: "Use walnuts, pine nuts, milk tan, persimmons, chestnuts and the like to make porridge, which is called Laba porridge."

Today's eight-treasure porridge is no longer limited to eight different ingredients. The eight-treasure porridge that Jiang Feng cooked for Chen Xiuxiu last summer was mainly made of black glutinous rice, supplemented by mung beans, red beans, lentils, white lentils, red dates, peach kernels, peanuts, and lotus seeds. , longan, pine nuts, yam, lily, wolfberry, gorgon, barley and other ingredients. People in different regions have different tastes. Some people use simple ingredients, while others use more complicated ingredients than Jiang Feng. They even add Chinese medicinal materials and bacon.

Zhang Qian, as a young man who didn't like to play wechat, added qq with Jiang Feng. After the two sent countless emojis and fighting pictures, they determined the ingredients they needed. Zhang Qian's eight-treasure porridge is made with traditional ingredients, including Gorgon fruit, barley rice, white lentils, lotus meat, yam, red dates, longan, lily and japonica rice. Honey is also needed. The types of ingredients are much less than Jiang Feng's, and the taste is also will be sweeter.

The competition time is only 40 minutes, so it is destined not to be boiled slowly, but to be boiled over high heat. Jiang Feng pinched his watch and tried it first in the healthy cooking restaurant. Not counting the time to soak the ingredients, for forty minutes, add more water, boil on high heat, boil slowly on medium heat, and simmer on low heat for the last few minutes, which is barely enough.

Although his current porridge cooking is only intermediate, it is intermediate under the premise of master-level knife skills, advanced heat and seasoning. Jiang Feng's level of porridge cooking is now so good that he can go to a decades-old porridge shop to be alone.

Jiang Weiguo was also puzzled. Jiang Feng learned everything and turned over, but he had a knack for cooking porridge.

Looking at the eight-treasure porridge on the table, Jiang Weiguo sighed.

Looking at the eight-treasure porridge on the table, Jiang Feng also sighed.

[One pot of eight-treasure porridge with excellent taste]

The taste is excellent, what a good adjective, it would be great if it could appear on other dishes, Jiang Feng was really not happy when it appeared on the eight-treasure porridge he used to test the water.

Jiang Jiankang was very appreciative of the venue and drank a large bowl, and praised: "Son, your porridge is really good."

"Wife, wife, come and drink porridge!"

Comrade Wang Xiulian heard the wind and went into the back kitchen. After a glance, she couldn't find any meaty eight-treasure porridge. She couldn't arouse the slightest interest, so she took a sip meaningfully and asked, "Baby, do you still want to make porridge today?"

"Yes." Jiang Feng said firmly.

Wang Xiulian resolutely put down the bowl and went out, and said to Ji Yue who was outside fishing and watching the drama: "Yueyue, go and add a sentence on the stand: eight-treasure porridge special price 5 yuan."

Ji Yue got up, and said to Jiang Feng very experiencedly: "Jiang Feng, come and ask me to drink after you boil three pots."

Ji Yue has already accurately grasped Jiang Feng's law of rolling over.

Jiang Feng continued to cook eight-treasure porridge.

He still needs to explore the switch between high heat, medium heat and low heat. The porridge just took 39 minutes, and it was stuck in the bottom line of 40 minutes. During the game, if he was not careful, he would overturn the car. Jiang Feng had to shorten the time, preferably around 35 minutes, which was safer.

After cooking 5 pots of porridge in the morning, Wang Xiulian asked Ji Yue to change the special price to 4 yuan after looking at the quantity of porridge. At noon, Jiang Feng returned to the normal business of the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant. He didn't know if it was his hallucination, but he felt that Wu Minqi added more chili peppers today.

Sprinkle dried chilies one by one, not treating the guests' tongues as if they were tongues.

"Jiang Feng, 4 cups of rose cranberries!" Ji Yue shouted from outside.

In addition, Jiang Feng's juice business improved.

When the business at noon was over, Jiang Feng couldn't hold back and asked curiously: "Did you place too much material today?"

"I'm thinking about the materials used." Wu Minqi said.

"Have you discussed with Ji Xue? What are you doing?" Jiang Feng asked.

"No, she doesn't know how to cook spicy dishes at all. You can't eat spicy dishes in Guangdong Province. Her family has a mild taste. She said that she needs to think about it for a while. I'll practice with other dishes first." Wu Minqi said.

Practice your hands...

Jiang Feng thought about the sales of cranberry juice at noon today.

Good practice, good practice, Wu Minqi made an extra thousand dollars this afternoon by practicing his hands.

One-thousandth of the decoration fee!

Rounding off Taifeng Building will open!

Of the five pots of porridge cooked in the morning, there were still two pots left unsold. There was only a large casserole in the back kitchen, and the cooked eight-treasure porridge was poured into a large iron pot by Comrade Wang Xiulian to warm it.

Taking an hour's break at noon, Jiang Feng sat outside and checked Weibo, watched "A Dude's Self-Cultivation", smiling like a child under two hundred catties, and he could also listen to Ji Yue's latest gossip.

"The variety show of your competition will be aired at a certain point at 8 o'clock tonight." Ji Yue checked the news, "Oh my god, Zhang Guanghang's preview is too cool!"

"He's more handsome in real life." Jiang Feng said, "He's not photogenic."

"My God." Ji Yue felt as if she was about to suffocate, "It's all because I'm short-sighted and don't wear glasses. I can't see the stage clearly in the auditorium. The screen of the provincial station must have made my Zhang Guanghang's aerial photography ugly!"

Jiang Feng felt that Ji Yue had several layers of typical fan filters. The provincial TV screen was good, and the lenses were all equipped with filters. Jiang Feng felt that he was handsome on the screen, just a little worse than Zhang Guanghang.

"Jiang Feng, to be honest, you can find a time to invite Zhang Guanghang out for dinner, and invite him to our restaurant directly." Ji Yue didn't mean to drink.

Jiang Feng thought it was reasonable. The game reminded Zhang Guanghang that Zhang Guanghang was the key target of poaching, and he had to meet up to eat, chat and exchange feelings. If it is not cooked, it means that you have not eaten enough rice, and it will be cooked after eating a few more meals.

Zhang Guanghang is of mixed Chinese and French blood, so he should eat a combination of Chinese and French.

After the break time was over, Jiang Feng returned to the back kitchen to cook porridge.

In one afternoon, there were seven more pots of eight-treasure porridge in the back kitchen.

Comrade Wang Xiulian got dizzy looking at the eight-treasure porridge, and felt that having a prodigal son was really worrying. After estimating the amount of eight-treasure porridge, she turned to Ji Yue and said, "Yueyue, change the price of eight-treasure porridge at the door to 3 yuan."

This may be the biggest discount in the history of a healthy stir-fry restaurant. The price has never been lower. The cucumbers in the store (still made by Jiang Feng) cost 8 yuan a plate, and a bowl of eight-treasure porridge costs 3 yuan. Simply unbelievable price.

As a result, customers who come to the store during dinner time, no matter whether they like porridge or want to drink porridge, can't help but order a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

Until closing time, there were only two bowls of eight-treasure porridge left in the back kitchen.

Wang Xiulian put the remaining eight-treasure porridge in a big sea bowl and put it in the refrigerator, and said to Jiang Feng, "Son, you can drink porridge tomorrow morning to keep healthy."

Jiang Feng: "...Okay, Mom."

After cooking porridge all day, Jiang Feng's clothes were full of the smell of eight-treasure porridge. He was like a human-shaped eight-treasure porridge. He brought the smell wherever he went, and walked all the way back to the dormitory.

Wang Hao was banging on the computer keyboard with a look of indignation.

"What to write?" Jiang Feng asked casually.

"Warning!" Wang Hao said indignantly, "Those guys who point fingers at my... favorite books, are superior, criticize, scold Fang Qiu, and have an ugly face like I am your father. I want to start a formal war with them."

Jiang Feng, the melon-eating crowd, went to watch excitedly. Wang Hao's wps file contained a large paragraph, as if he had used all the idioms he had learned all his life.

"You ripped it up? Which book?"

"How is it possible, you must use a trumpet! It's just a small book, you won't like it, Brother Feng." Wang Hao continued to fight in front of the computer, his face filled with righteous indignation. Arm, crawled along the network cable and fought to the death with the object of his protest.

After eating a small melon, Jiang Feng went to wash up.

When he woke up the next day, Jiang Feng turned on his phone and wanted to check if "A Dude's Self-Cultivation" had been updated, but the update failed to reach the essay written by Wang Hao last night.

It must be a special fate that made us become~

It took Jiang Feng a minute to get the song out of his mind, get up, get dressed, walk lightly, and managed to leave the dormitory and arrive at the healthy cooking restaurant before Wang Hao woke up.

Today's breakfast was very rich. Jiang Jiankang specially got up early to make steamed stuffed buns, sauerkraut and pork buns. The sauerkraut was sent by Grandma Jiang from SF Express two days ago. The only thing Jiang Jiankang regretted was that the meat in today's buns was not big flowers. The big flowers were so plump, minced pork belly must be very delicious when used to wrap sauerkraut and pork buns.

It was rare for Jiang Jiankang to make buns once, but it had nothing to do with Jiang Feng. His breakfast was eight-treasure porridge that had been refrigerated in the refrigerator overnight and reheated casually on the stove.

Parents always feel sorry for their children. Seeing Jiang Feng drinking the bland sweet porridge, Wang Xiulian asked with concern, "Baby, would you like some steamed stuffed buns?"

Jiang Feng was very moved and said, "Yes!"

"Jiang Jiankang, give the cub the stuffing in your bun." Wang Xiulian ordered.

Jiang Jiankang obeyed his wife's instructions and gave Jiang Feng some sauerkraut with chopsticks. There was only a little minced meat, which was basically negligible.

"Dad." Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang.

Jiang Jiankang added some sauerkraut, but there was still no meat.

Looking at the sauerkraut and eight-treasure porridge in the bowl, Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh.

Hey, the love of parents is always too heavy for people to bear.

"Dad, can you give me some meat?"

"Son, sauerkraut is delicious, you eat porridge and sauerkraut with your meal."

"Dad, if I can't sell eight pots of cooking this afternoon, we will both have porridge tomorrow."

"Hey, I just remembered. There is still a steamed stuffed bun in the pot. You wait, Dad, get it for you!" Jiang Jiankang instantly recovered his memory.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang.

Heh, man.