Life is a Game

Compared with cooking porridge, Jiang Feng was really not afraid.

Although a lot of cars have been overturned in the past few days, those are all experimental products. It is normal to overturn the car. The employees of Almighty Good Taste can even get the sweet-scented osmanthus candy that Jiang Jiankang bought when he was shopping. What can stop him from advancing to the semi-finals? ?

Final four?

Trifle!

Jiang Feng was swollen like never before.

The ingredients are all pre-processed, put them directly into the casserole, add water, turn the heat to the maximum, and boil the porridge on high heat.

Zhang Qian's steps are similar, except that the types of ingredients are not as rich as Jiang Feng's. She uses a standard small casserole for cooking porridge at home. The amount of breakfast for a family of three is just right for each person. Jiang Feng used an extra-large casserole. The casserole alone weighed several kilograms, and it was enough for a family of three for breakfast. Jiang Jiankang had half a pot, and Wang Xiulian had half a pot.

Jiang Feng's casserole attracted the attention of the audience.

Many people may have seen such a large casserole for the first time.

"This Jiang Feng has a personality. It's not easy to use such a big casserole for forty minutes!" Pei Shenghua laughed.

"Maybe I'm used to it. I should usually use this big one. His family may have opened a shop." Zhu Chang calmly analyzed.

"His family opened a restaurant in the food street next to University A." Han Guishan said.

"Boss Han knows him?" Zhu Chang was curious, but he didn't expect him to be a hidden relation.

"My son has done volunteer activities with him. He carves radishes so well that my son likes it. The few I brought home last time my son ate them all in one night." Han Guishan thought, "Wait a minute. I have to ask him to carve some more for me, my son doesn’t like to watch Peppa Pig recently, he’s watching bears instead, so I have to ask him to carve some bears and bears for me, but I don’t know if Bald Qiang can do it.”

The remaining four judges: ? ? ?

Jiang Feng used a large casserole with a lot of ingredients and a lot of water. He kept turning on the highest heat to make the porridge boil in the casserole, and kept stirring it with a spoon. Zhang Qian next to her had already turned the heat to medium and covered the casserole and simmered slowly, while Jiang Feng was still stirring.

"Remaining time, twenty minutes."

Jiang Feng was still stirring.

"Remaining time, fifteen minutes."

Jiang Feng changed his left hand when his right hand was tired.

"Remaining time, ten minutes."

The eight-treasure porridge cooked by Zhang Qian had been boiled until soft and thick. She added a spoonful and a half of honey to the casserole and turned it down to low heat.

Jiang Feng turned the fire to medium and continued to stir.

"Remaining time, five minutes."

Zhang Qian's eight-treasure porridge was already out of the pot, and the eight-treasure porridge in front of Jiang Feng had also become very thick. Turning from medium to low, he opened the jar containing osmanthus syrup.

One scoop, two scoops, three scoops.

The small tea spoon used by Zhang Qian and the iron spoon used by Jiang Feng.

The painting styles of the two people were not on the same channel from the beginning.

At the last minute, Jiang Feng's eight-treasure porridge was ready.

[A pot of eight-treasure porridge that is close to perfection]

Wonderful, wonderful, this wave is stable, absolutely, it is a sure win!

Jiang Feng milked himself crazily in his heart, but he didn't show it on the face, but in fact, he was so beautiful that he was bubbling and swollen.

The staff lady, wearing heat-insulating gloves, first brought Zhang Qian's eight-treasure porridge to the judges' table.

Gorgon fruit, barley, white lentils, yam and other ingredients are all boiled to a very thick consistency. Honey has a floral fragrance, high sweetness, and a long aftertaste. As long as it is added properly to porridge, it will have a unique taste. Although Zhang Qian only added a teaspoon and a half teaspoon, because she cooked a small portion, the sweetness was enough.

There was a large iron spoon for scooping porridge on the table, each of the five judges took a spoonful, and Han Guishan only scooped up a spoonful very reservedly. Although he came up with the ghost topic of sweet porridge, it was many days ago. At that time, he wanted to drink sweet porridge, but now he doesn't want to.

Han Guishan, who just ate prawns in tomato sauce, said that he didn't want porridge, but meat.

If not, fish-flavored eggplant is also acceptable, bland porridge is not his style.

Entrance.

It's okay, but a little hot.

Three mouthfuls and two mouthfuls filled his own bowl, Han Guishan thought about it, and took another spoonful.

For the 16-year-old girl, everyone was more tolerant. Han Guishan scored 10 as usual, and the rest were more lenient, with 8.5 points, which is not bad.

The staff went to Duan Jiangfeng's eight-treasure porridge.

use force.

Not moving at all.

Try harder.

Still motionless.

Breathing heavily in his dantian, he took a deep breath, held the side of the casserole with both hands, and forcefully pushed it up a table.

Moved!

It deflated after two seconds.

The staff member looked at Jiang Feng silently, her smile full of murderous intent.

"Emmm, let me serve this, and give me the gloves," Jiang Feng said.

This pot of eight-treasure porridge with casserole and porridge weighs at least 20 catties, and it is six or seven meters from the cooking table to the judges' seat. It is a bit cruel to let a young lady who wears high heels and does not move bricks and is only responsible for fake smiles and beauty to bear this weight .

The staff lady took off her gloves and stuffed them to Jiang Feng silently, and left without looking back.

Jiang Feng picked up the casserole, brought it steadily to the judges' seat, put it on the table, and returned to the cooking table.

As the casserole was placed on the table, the table shook, and it felt like it sank a few tenths of a centimeter.

"He looks thin, but he's quite strong. It must weigh at least twenty kilograms. It's easy to carry!" Han Guishan exclaimed.

"A cook has strong arms." Zhu Chang said.

As soon as the lid is lifted, the aroma of the eight-treasure porridge comes out.

The aroma of the ingredients is accompanied by the taste of osmanthus sugar, which is very layered.

"Osmanthus candy?" Pei Shenghua smelled it immediately, "It smells really good!"

Han Guishan thought so too, so he scooped up two spoonfuls.

It's a little hot, blow on it, and enter it.

! ! !

There is such a beautiful eight-treasure porridge in the world!

As a Cantonese native, when I was young, my family had no money to eat porridge and drool in the middle of the night. After I was a teenager, I drank porridge and drank it until midnight, and shed tears. For takeaway, Han Guishan can proudly say that none of the people present has as much experience in porridge as he does.

It is not an exaggeration to write a book about his history of drinking porridge, blood and tears.

But he has never drank such a porridge, full-bodied, sweet, thick, and delicate, all the ingredients melt in the mouth, as if they can slide down the throat directly into the stomach without swallowing, and the warm feeling extends from the esophagus After reaching the stomach, the aftertaste of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar remains in the mouth, and the fragrance permeates the tip of the nose.

This is not just a bowl of eight-treasure porridge, but also a work of art.

"Hurr, snort, snort."

Han Guishan gulped down the eight-treasure porridge in the bowl like a cow chewing peonies. He slapped it ten times, quickly scooped up another bowl, stirred it a few times, and continued to drink the porridge.

The other four judges, for the first time, finished the porridge in the bowl before scooping up the second bowl. They didn't scoop up a full bowl like Han Guishan did. Each person took half of the bowl and slowly tasted it.

After a long time, after Han Guishan finished his third bowl, the scores of the other four judges came out.

9.6 points.

Pei Shenghua gave Jiang Feng full marks.

The highest score ever, even higher than Ji Xue's score for Watan Huadiao Chicken.

The audience was in an uproar.

"Yo, Xiaofeng's score is so high!" Jiang Jianguo looked surprised, and said cheerfully: "I saw that Xiaofeng is going to win the championship!"

"His eight-treasure porridge cooks so well that there are few porridge masters in the country who can match it. It's not surprising." Jiang Weiguo said, taking a look at Sun Guanyun.

Sun Guanyun refused to accept the message from Jiang Weiguo.

When the audience at the scene quieted down, Zhu Changcai picked up the microphone and said: "I am surprised that I can drink such a bowl of porridge, and I am even more surprised that this bowl of porridge is made by a 20-year-old young man. What’s more, the younger generation is formidable. In fact, these two contestants are very good. The little girl is only 16 years old, but she has a good control over the heat and seasoning. Female chefs are very rare in our industry, and masters are even rarer. I saw your name in the celebrity chef list of "Zhiwei" magazine."

"What is the famous chef record?" Han Guishan asked in a low voice. Although he and Xu Cheng are good friends, he doesn't watch "Zhiwei".

"A list of outstanding chefs from various countries is more reliable than the Michelin selection." Zhu Chang said.

Han Guishan nodded with a vague understanding.

"I scored ten points, and I also think the eight-treasure porridge made by contestant Jiang Feng deserves ten points. This is a kind of eight-treasure porridge that is difficult to describe in words. This eight-treasure porridge will make many experienced people think that they are superb porridge cookers All the chefs are ashamed, including me. Just like Lu You said, "I have Wanqiu's simple method, and only eat porridge to the gods." Cooking porridge requires patience and experience. I can't even imagine that you will be with me more than ten years later. What would the porridge taste like when I was the same age? It might really be a god at that time." Pei Shenghua was excited, and he sang a poem again, "During the Laba Festival, I will cook porridge at home, but it will be the same as the porridge. The eight-treasure porridge cooked by contestant Jiang Feng today seems a bit out of class in comparison. I can’t even pick out the shortcomings of this eight-treasure porridge. If I had to pick it, it would be that the competition time is too short. Hours, I'm sure it will be flawless."

"Two outstanding young players, I look forward to your future." Zang Mu said as usual.

"The compliments have been finished by the judges, and it would be a bit old-fashioned for me to praise again. I was a little disappointed in the last game, but this time I only had surprises. Both Zhang Qian and Jiang Feng surprised me enough. I can say, little girl, you didn't feel wronged at all when you lost to him." Tong Deyan still didn't forget to diss Zhao Shan at this time.

Han Guishan had already started drinking the fifth bowl, and took the time to make a perfunctory comment: "It's delicious, belch."

There was good-natured laughter from the audience.

"This pot of porridge is quite large, so it's a waste to put it here. Let's share some for the audience, and the contestants should also try it." Han Guishan suggested that he was almost half full.

The other four judges all felt that this proposal was good.

The audience in the auditorium was full of expectations, and everyone stretched their necks, hoping that the staff would choose themselves as the lucky audience for the sake of their long necks, and be praised by the five judges for being unique in heaven and earth. What does eight-treasure porridge taste like?

The pot of porridge that Jiang Feng cooked was indeed quite substantial. For some reason, the organizers actually prepared a lot of bowls and spoons, and the audience in the audience was not too special. Everyone could taste a few bites per person.

"Save some for me. I'll take it home and warm it up for my wife and son to taste." Han Guishan didn't forget to pack it when he was full.

The sky and the earth are big, and the boss is the biggest. The young lady in charge of scooping up the porridge just left a bottom, and there are two bowls of it after scraping.

For a while, everyone had no time to watch Zhang Guanghang, and everyone was focused on the porridge in their own bowls.

Sun Guanyun held the bowl with a look of disdain.

As soon as he ate the still warm eight-treasure porridge, his expression changed.

Sun Guanyun looked at Jiang Weiguo, his face was full of why didn't you tell me that your grandson is a professional porridge cooker.

Jiang Weiguo looked smug.

Unexpectedly, my grandson is a professional porridge cooker!

There were all sorts of exclamations and broken relationships/friendships throughout.

"Damn it, it's so delicious!"

"This is too delicious!"

"What kind of porridge is this? Eight-treasure porridge tastes like this? What do porridge shops sell?"

"Honey, do you love me?"

"Do you love me? Give me a bite of the porridge in your bowl."

"Give me your share, honey!"

"Are we still friends?"

"No, get out."

...

The hostess was standing under the stage, she was still reminiscing the taste of the eight-treasure porridge she just drank.

The cameraman hates it, the assistant director is drinking shit next to him, smelling the smell, he wants to drink it, but he has to hurry up and adjust the camera position to capture the expressions of the audience.

Han Guishan hiccupped at the judges' table, only regretting that he didn't have two stomachs like a cow.

Both Jiang Feng and Zhang Qian returned to the rest area consciously, and the hostess just recollected it, and said sweetly: "Jiang Feng's porridge must have been tasted by everyone just now, it is indeed very delicious and memorable. The high score of 9.6 points is well deserved."

"Our staff at the kitchen table has already cleaned up. Next, let me invite the third group of contestants Gu Li and Chu Peng. The theme of their draw is salty fresh food, and the competition dish is vegetable rolls. Please come to the stage to prepare the two contestants. The game will start in 3 minutes." The host said with a smile, the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus candy glowing on his smile.

"What's the taste of your eight-treasure porridge? I really want to drink it!" Zhang Qian was the most pitiful, and she didn't get the eight-treasure porridge after losing the game. No one remembered that there was a poor contestant on the cooking stage who didn't get it.

"Do you have classes on weekends?" Jiang Feng asked, "You can come to my store on weekends, and I will cook a special one for you, but the quality of the ingredients may not be as good as today. I cook for a longer time to bring out the aroma of the rice. The taste will not be bad either.”

"Okay, okay, I don't have class on Sunday, I just need to go to evening self-study, and I don't need to go to evening self-study on Saturday when I have all classes, Saturday night and Sunday noon are fine!" Zhang Qian said excitedly.

Jiang Feng, who hadn't studied for a long time, couldn't help sighing in his heart that high school students are really hard, no wonder the teacher can use you to go to college so you can relax. This kind of lie has been deceived time after time.

"Saturday, I'll start cooking in the afternoon. When do you leave school? It's best to come around seven o'clock." Jiang Feng suggested.

"I leave school at 6:20, where is your store? Can I take my mother there?" Zhang Qian was very excited.

"Okay, what's your mother's taste? You can send me a message later and tell me. My store is in the food street of A University. I will send you the location tomorrow." Jiang Feng also responded with a smile.

"Would you mind adding me?" Zhang Guanghang joined the group chat.

"No problem, I'm so honored, I'll send you the location tomorrow." Jiang Feng said, looking at Zhao Shan, he felt that it was not good for the three of them to form a small group to isolate him alone, so he invited him, "Would you like to come together?" stand up?"

"No need." Zhao Shan smirked, and was frantically dissed. After today, he didn't want to appear in the same frame as Zhang Guanghang again.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng felt a little uncomfortable, as if a sharp gaze was staring at him, a little unkind.

from the auditorium.

Jiang Feng looked towards the auditorium, just in time to meet Wu Minqi's eyes.

Wu Minqi smiled at Jiang Feng and mouthed congratulations.

Jiang Feng also smiled at her from the bottom of his heart.

The feeling is gone.