Life is a Game

Jiang Feng couldn't believe his eyes until the silk-drawn yam was served on the judge's table.

It's actually A-level, and there is a day when he can cook A-level dishes.

Could it be that he really wants Xianyu to stand up, marry the domineering president, and reach the pinnacle of life?

In the next second, the display on the silk-drawn yam changed.

[A perfect silk-drawn yam (first love buff: all attributes gain 100%)]

Jiang Feng: ...

He felt his face turn red, and there seemed to be fire on his cheeks. Although he was the only one who could see the display, it felt like a public execution.

This damn game shows that people are innocent, what first love, what buffs, what all attributes are 100%, it is simply nonsense!

Did he accept it? No, he didn't say anything at all, how could he say it was acceptance, how could he say it was first love?

By the way, do you want to ask Wu Minqi to watch a movie tomorrow? When you ask a girl out for the first time, should you watch a movie or have dinner first? Or coffee first or snacks first? Should I wear something sunny or something normal? When watching movies, do you watch horror movies, romance movies, comedy movies or inspirational movies?

Jiang Feng's thoughts had already drifted far away, and he felt that he still couldn't do it by himself, so he had to go back and ask Wang Hao.

Jiang Feng, who was distracted, didn't even notice that Han Guishan, who was on the judge's table, had already started eating.

In fact, Han Guishan doesn't like sweets.

Although no one believed what he said, after all, he drank the most eight-treasure porridge last time, but he really didn't like sweets very much.

As a table-pressing dessert, shredded yam is also a well-known Shandong dish like Youbao Shuangcri. It has a long history and is much higher than Youbao Shuangcri in terms of seniority.

Put a bowl of cold boiled yam next to the shredded yam, mainly to prevent burning his mouth. Han Guishan eats less. As a standard southerner, he always looks fresh when he eats shredded yam.

In the past, when he met candied vegetables at the dinner table, he only needed to pull out the long candied candies when others were serving them, and let out an exclamation of "Yow", and the dish was considered finished.

Han Guishan was a little excited when it was his turn to pull out the candy.

A piece of yam, if you pull out the sugar shreds carefully, the sugar shreds can be pulled out a full foot long. Under Xu Cheng's reminder, Han Guishan dipped the yam into the cool white water to avoid the risk of burning his tongue.

The entrance is sweet.

Sweet but not greasy, when you bite into the crispy sugar skin, the yam inside is also crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, soft and delicious. This is a sweet food that can enter people's hearts.

Han Guishan thought of Wang Jing.

I thought of many clips with Wang Jing many years ago.

The fish head with chopped peppers that made him so spicy in the state-run restaurant, the cold white porridge in the rental house, and the half-baked green beans that Wang Jing cooked for the first time. The foundation of the company was unstable when it was first established. The bowl of hot soup that appeared on the table on time every night when I was worrying a lot and losing my hair.

He and Wang Jing have been in the same boat for so many years, and have too many good memories about food.

I actually remembered all of them while eating the shredded yam.

Compared with Han Guishan's gulping, Xu Chengcheng was much more refined. Han Guishan only finished the first one when he ate three yuan. Holding the chopsticks in his hand, he couldn't speak for a long time, full of emotions in his heart.

He hasn't felt this way for a long time. When he was young, he loved to eat and knew how to eat, but whenever he tasted a delicious meal, he would feel a sense of ecstasy. Sometimes a dish can even remind him of many good memories. But as he gets older, his experience in eating becomes richer, and his taste becomes more tricky. The food that once amazed him gradually fails to satisfy him. He has not encountered a dish that can resonate with him for nearly 10 years. .

This dish, he tasted the taste of love.

"He, recently fell in love?" Xu Cheng asked.

"Love?" Han Guishan realized later, and suddenly felt that Xu Cheng's words made sense. The sweetness of this silk-drawn yam does have a little sweetness of love in it.

"Yes." Tong Deyan began to pick up the second piece.

"Eh?" The rest of the people said in unison, looking at Tong Deye in unison.

Even Zang Mu, who has always been adhering to how the outside world has nothing to do with me, has confusion from the people who eat melons written all over his face.

Everyone is a melon eater, why did you eat melon behind our backs but didn't tell us?

"Didn't you see it?" Tong Deyan asked.

"What did you see?" Pei Shenghua couldn't wait to ask. Not only was he chatty, but he was also known in the chef circle as a matchmaker.

"When they came on stage, Wu Minqi told Jiang Feng that I like you." Tong Deyan, who had 5.2 eyesight and full lip language skills, said calmly.

Xu Cheng:? ? ?

Zang Mu:? ? !

Zhu Chang:? ! !

Han Guishan:! ! !

Pei Shenghua:? ? ? ! ! !

Pei Shenghua took a deep look at Tong Deyan: "I didn't expect you, Old Tong, to speak with lips."

"Being scolded behind his back a lot by others, he naturally understands it." Tong Deyan sneered, obviously those who scolded him behind his back had already been recorded in his small notebook.

"Then this dish is really rare." Zhu Chang said with a smile.

"Yeah." Pei Shenghua picked up another piece, "Eat it while it's hot, this kind of dish is so rare, maybe you can come across it once in your life."

The shredded yam infused with love is definitely a fighter among desserts.

Han Guishan didn't speak, but focused on eating.

A plate of shredded yam was not much in total, and it had to be shared with five people. Xu Cheng seemed to be taking his time, eating the second piece faster than anyone else.

Han Guishan's mouth was filled with the sweetness of the shredded yam, and he didn't have the time to talk when he wanted to eat vegetables, so he could only sigh in his heart, delicious, so delicious!

sweet, so sweet!

The judges scored very slowly, mainly because the candied vegetables had to be eaten while they were hot, and the candied yams would be cooled for a minute longer if it took an extra minute for scoring. When the candied yams were all empty, everyone began to rate them one after another.

Han Guishan was still the strongest, he ate the fastest and the most, but his tongue seemed to be scalded and he couldn't breathe.

"This scoring is too slow!" Jiang Jiankang waited anxiously.

"After eating all the dishes, the score is definitely not low. You have seen Xiaofeng's steps just now. It's no problem to perform at a super level." Jiang Jianguo comforted.

"Then Xiaofeng is going to win?" Wang Xiulian was startled.

"Dad?" Jiang Jiankang asked Jiang Weiguo for help.

"Don't make noise." Jiang Weiguo said with a smile on his face.

His grandson can really surprise himself every time.

It took another five minutes for the scores to come out. The main reason was that Xu Cheng hesitated for a long time, holding a pen and not scoring.

9.7 points.

It is the highest in the audience, unprecedented, 0.1 points higher than the previous eight-treasure porridge, which is basically close to the full score.

Most importantly, Xu Cheng, like Pei Shenghua, gave Jiang Feng full marks.

How harsh Xu Cheng is, even those who haven't heard of him can tell from the scores he gave Zhang Guanghang and Gu Li in the previous two games. It's not a joke to lower the average score by himself.

When Jiang Feng heard the score, he recovered from the difficult decision of whether to watch a horror movie or a romance movie. It took him a long time to realize that his silk yam scored 9.7 points.

9.7 points!

There are two full marks in it!

Han Guishan hasn't participated in scoring yet!

He really wanted Xianyu to stand up, the protagonist counterattacked!

Subconsciously, Jiang Feng looked at Wu Minqi.

Wu Minqi also happened to look up, met Jiang Feng's eyes, and gave him a smile.

"Look, how good our future son-in-law is, with a score of 9.7, Qiqi has really good eyesight." Wu Minqi's mother sighed softly.

"What about the future son-in-law? I haven't written a word yet. 9.7 points, tsk." Wu Han was stubborn and looked at Jiang Feng on the stage. "It seems to be okay, but Qiqi's vision is better."

"Wait a minute, speak more politely, with a natural expression, do you hear me?"

"I know, I know, I'll just shut up later."