Life is a Game

The two old men came here for a meal. If we estimate according to the past passenger flow, the lunch business of the healthy stir-fry restaurant has come to an end at this time. Jiang Jiankang's has already cooked half of the dishes, and it only needs two old men to go to the back kitchen to add two hard dishes, and today's meal can be brought to a perfect end.

But today is different, it's a little closer now, the healthy stir-fry restaurant is still full of customers, and Jiang Feng was sent to the lobby to wipe the tables.

Jiang Weiguo smelled something unusual.

Jiang Feng, who was wiping the table near the door, was the first to spot the two old men.

"Grandpa, Third Grandpa." Jiang Feng said, "My dad just started cooking, so I guess he will have to wait a while."

Jiang Weiming saw the ants climbing the tree and the Sichuan-flavored jelly on the guest's table, and asked with a smile, "Madam Wu cooked new dishes today?"

"It's not her, it's her father who is here to help out in the back kitchen." Jiang Feng cleared away the empty plates on the table while explaining, and wiped the table clean quickly.

Jiang Weiming thought for a while, and said to Jiang Weiguo: "Girl Wu's father should be Wu Hanxue, old man Wu's eldest son. As I told you before, he is very talented. He should be the chef of Wu's restaurant now. Go in and have a look." , I haven’t seen it for more than ten years.”

Wu Hanxue is still frying ants up the tree.

He no longer remembered which pot it was, even in Wu's restaurant, he was rarely so busy, nor would he repeatedly cook several dishes with such high frequency and intensity.

Wu Hanxue wiped the sweat off his brow, and put the ants in the pot out of the pot.

"Qiqi, how many dishes are there?" Wu Hanxue asked.

Wu Minqi looked at the note, "3 servings of Sichuan jelly, 1 serving of chestnut roast chicken."

Jiang Jiankang had already started eating cucumbers beside him.

"Dad, Uncle!" Seeing the two old men coming, Jiang Jiankang rushed to meet him and reported on his cooking progress. "I cooked a plate of ground three delicacies, a plate of Kung Pao chicken and a plate of braised cod. Take a look."

Jiang Weiguo glanced at the cooking table and saw Jiang Jiankang's fried and double-crispy ingredients, and said, "Since there are guests, I will cook two more good dishes."

"Okay!" Jiang Jiankang smiled happily.

Jiang Weiming walked to Wu Hanxue's side, and said, "You rest, I'll do the rest. Little brother, save the oily double crisp and wait for me to do it at the end."

In terms of skill in Lu cuisine, Jiang Weiguo is not as good as Jiang Weiming.

"Okay." Jiang Weiguo replied.

Wu Hanxue was finally able to catch his breath, took the paper towel handed by Wu Minqi to wipe off his sweat, and said politely to Jiang Weiming: "Uncle Jiang, my dad heard about you from Qiqi in the next year and kept saying that he wanted to meet you."

"I'm afraid your father's words were not so polite. How is he now?" Jiang Weiming laughed.

Back in the provincial capital of Shu, Jiang Weiming and Wu Xiuyun (Grandpa Wu Minqi) were the two most famous chefs, and their cooking skills were equally equal. Jiang Weiming's best dish is not fish head with chopped pepper, but bean curd with chicken sauce. It has become a signature dish just because it has been praised by foreign guests, and it has always dominated Wu Xiuyun.

It was also because of this that the relationship between the two was not harmonious back then. Jiang Weiming had a good temper, but Wu Xiuyun had a violent temper. Like Jiang Weiguo, whenever he talked to Jiang Weiming back then, his words were always laced with guns and sticks.

Now that so many years have passed, when I think back to the beginning, I still feel a little nostalgic.

"Look at what you said, after so many years, can my dad still be like before? He is in good health, and now he can still cook in the back kitchen from time to time." Wu Hanxue drank a glass of water and continued, "He said, wait The next time I meet you, I will compare my cooking skills with you."

"I'm afraid that's the only thing that's true. His temperament hasn't changed at all. I'm old and I can't move anymore. I'm too tired to cook a fish head with chopped peppers. I'm afraid I won't be able to cook dishes like boiled cabbage for a long time. I can't compare to him long ago." Jiang Weiming smiled wryly.

"Sanbo, do you still know how to cook boiled cabbage?" Jiang Jiankang's eyes lit up. Jiang Jianguo was beaten up for this dish when he was a child. The brothers' impression of this state banquet dish is simply not too deep.

"I've spent most of my life in Sichuan, so of course I can, but it's not as good as Wu Minqi's grandfather. His boiled cabbage is the best in Sichuan. By the way, is this dish still your restaurant's signature dish now? "Jiang Weiming asked.

"My dad has rarely done it in recent years, and he can't do it a few times a year. It's long gone." Wu Hanxue said.

While talking, the ants climbed the tree and got out of the pot.

Just by looking at it, it can be seen that it is a bit better than what Wu Hanxue did.

"Your cooking skills are getting better and better." Wu Hanxue boasted.

Wu Hanxue and Jiang Weiming were chatting with each other, Jiang Weiguo concentrated on cooking and showed his skills in front of the guests, Wu Minqi and Jiang Jiankang were the melon eaters in the back kitchen, and Jiang Feng was in a hurry in the lobby.

When all the dishes are ready to serve, the lobby is almost done, and only a few guests are still eating.

There weren't many dishes, but they were all Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming's specialties. Jiang Feng was tired and devoted himself to eating hard all afternoon, and had no time to chat or pay attention to other things.

Wu Hanxue and Jiang Weiming exchanged pleasantries from time to time, but Wu Minqi's mother was unexpectedly talkative, and talked a lot with Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian. As the topic gradually turned to skin care, Comrade Jiang Jiankang was ruthlessly kicked out of the group chat.

After eating two and a half bowls of rice for the first time, Jiang Feng put down his chopsticks contentedly.

"You made candied sweet potatoes in the semi-finals?" Wu Minqi, who had already finished fighting after seeing Jiang Feng finished eating, asked.

"En." Jiang Feng nodded, "What are you doing?"

"Sprouts and meat."

"Sprouts?" Jiang Feng had never heard of this kind of dish.

"We have a kind of pickled vegetable over there, which is a bit like pickled vegetables. The recipe is actually similar to pickled pork with preserved vegetables, but it's a bit spicy." Wu Minqi explained.

Jiang Feng was a little suspicious of what Wu Minqi said.

"Have you informed the organizer of the ingredients? Sprouts are hard to find here, what if the quality is not good?" Jiang Feng began to worry about competitors.

"I called the organizer last night to tell about this. I know that there is an old shop over there that sells good quality sprouts, so I also gave them the address. The staff of Good Taste called me this morning. Said that their staff has already left for Sichuan." Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng: ...

He forgot that the staff of Good Taste can do anything.

"By the way, Uncle Jiang, can I use the back kitchen to practice this afternoon?" Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Jiankang.

"Use whatever you want, tell uncle if you need anything, and uncle will buy it for you." Jiang Jiankang was very straightforward.

"It's really troublesome for you, thank you so much." Wu Minqi's mother said.

"It's okay, it's a small matter, my son also needs to practice, and the kitchen is used by these children in the afternoon. It has always been like this. Mama Wu, what is the name of the brand of mask you just mentioned?" Wang Xiulian brought the topic back skin care.

"It's a relatively small brand. I saw it in Japan before, but it works very well. It's just..."

Jiang Jiankang continued to be kicked out of the group chat.

"Dad, how many cans of sprouts did you bring?" Wu Minqi asked again.

"Two cans."

"Have you brought kimchi?"

"Bring it."

"Kimchi? Do you still use kimchi to make braised pork?" Jiang Feng was shocked.

"It's not for cooking meat, it's for you to eat." Wu Minqi explained.

"ah?"

"Didn't you say that the red-skinned white radish and cowpea soaked in my house were delicious, so I asked my dad to bring two cans here." Wu Minqi said.

"That...that's so embarrassing." Jiang Feng instantly remembered the kimchi he ate when school started, and he was slurring his tongue.

Shu pickles, delicious!

Even pickled peppers are delicious!

"It's just two cans of kimchi, nothing more."

Wu Minqi's mother glanced at Wu Minqi quietly, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Mother Wu, why don't we go shopping tomorrow, there is a store in the city center that seems to have new products tomorrow." Wang Xiulian felt that she and Wu Minqi's mother hit it off, and the more they chatted, the more speculative they became.

"Okay." Wu Minqi's mother said with a smile.