Life is a Game

With so many days of practice before, cooking eight-treasure porridge was a small case for Jiang Feng, and it was not a problem at all to do two things at once.

Continue cutting the ingredients in front of the cooking table, let the eight-treasure porridge cook slowly in the casserole, and the time soon reached 10:30 in the morning.

Wu Hanxue came to the back kitchen of the healthy stir-fry restaurant.

Jiang Feng panicked.

During this period of time, Wu Hanxue clocked in at the back kitchen of the healthy restaurant on time every day, and went to work to cook, which made many A university students think that the healthy stir-fry restaurant hired a Sichuan chef, and everyone was used to his arrival.

But today is different.

In the past, Wu Hanxue's identity was the father of a good friend, but now Wu Hanxue's identity is the father of his girlfriend, rounded up, he is the father-in-law.

The kind who would call him father if he made a mistake.

Now that spring bamboo shoots were on the market, fried meat with bamboo shoots or stir-fried bamboo shoots with pickled vegetables were very popular in the store. Jiang Feng was cutting spring bamboo shoots when he saw Wu Hanxue walking into the back kitchen, followed by Wu Minqi.

Jiang Feng was thinking quickly in his mind what should I call, should I call Uncle Wu, or Uncle Wu, no matter who Wu Hanxue and Jiang Jiankang are, who is the older and who is the younger, what should I call them, is it possible to call them——

dad?

Isn't calling dad a little too fast? But is it uncle or uncle? I've been calling him uncle before but I didn't see him rebuttal, but Wu Hanxue doesn't look like he's older than Jiang Jiankang, so it would be embarrassing if he called him wrong, and it would be very rude if he didn't call him.

No, Wu Hanxue has already looked towards him.

Jiang Feng was flustered, the edge of the knife was deflected, and the spring bamboo shoots missed and he stabbed himself with his left hand.

"Ouch." Jiang Feng's left hand was bloody at the tiger's mouth.

"What's the matter with you kid, you can still cut your hands if you cut a bamboo shoot!" Jiang Jiankang became anxious immediately, seeing how bleeding Jiang Feng's left hand was, the hole was quite big.

There is an emergency medical box in the store, which contains iodine, gauze and cotton swabs. Ji Yue scratched her hand and used it once when she moved the table. Wu Minqi knew the location of the medical box and hurried to get it.

Wang Xiulian came back with her.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Who, ouch, I'll go, Xiaofeng, what's wrong with your hand? You cut it all over? Is the wound deep? Do you want to go to the hospital? Is your hand okay? Don't you still have it next week? Competition, what should we do now? How about we abstain?" As soon as Wang Xiulian came in, she saw Jiang Feng's bloody left hand, and opened her mouth to ask a series of questions.

Wu Minqi opened the medical box, Wang Xiulian took out the gauze, cotton swabs and iodine, and skillfully cleaned and bandaged Jiang Feng's wound, while dressing up, he murmured: "No way, why did you cut the tiger's mouth? You aimed the knife at Where did you cut it? The wound looks a bit wide to me, why don't we go to the hospital, what if it becomes infected!"

"It's okay, Mom, the cut isn't deep." Jiang Feng can still judge whether the cut he made just now was deep or not. After all, he is a practicing cook. He has cut his left hand so much that he has cut it by himself.

It's just that this knife is a bit harsh.

"Okay, don't chop or stir-fry vegetables for a few days, let your dad cut them, and your dad will fry them, so you can concentrate on cooking your porridge." Wang Xiulian ordered, and the dressing was finished.

"Why are you so careless." Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng's bandaged left hand with some distress, "I have been learning how to cook for many years, and now I can still cut vegetables. Fortunately, you are going to cook porridge in the finals, otherwise you really have to Abstain."

"It's okay. It doesn't hurt. It just looks scary. It will be fine after two days." Jiang Feng comforted.

Deprived of the right to chop vegetables, Jiang Feng just squatted by the stove and guarded the eight-treasure porridge.

Boil slowly over low heat, and it will take at least two hours to get out of the pot. Although Wu Hanxue looked at Jiang Feng very disliked now, even if he cut himself, he had to admit that Jiang Feng's level of porridge cooking was really high.

He was ashamed of himself.

It would be great if Jiang Feng was a white case master. The Wu family restaurant happened to be developing the white case business recently.

While thinking about it, Wu Hanxue put on an apron and took a kitchen knife to help Jiang Jiankang process the ingredients.

Because of cutting off his left hand, Jiang Feng was not only deprived of the right to cut vegetables, but also deprived of the right to cook, and because he only had one hand to use, he was also deprived of the right to serve dishes in the lobby and clean up.

During the lunch business hours, everyone was so busy that they couldn't keep their feet on the ground, but Jiang Feng was more leisurely than the diners who came to eat, and he devoted himself to cooking this crucial pot of eight-treasure porridge by the stove.

After the meal time, Fangzheng arrived quietly.

Although the two have already negotiated cooperation, Fang Yu, the head of Fangji Porridge Shop, the former overlord of the food street, is still unwilling to eat in the healthy stir-fry restaurant that has robbed him of his throne. The second-in-command who became a spy lobbyist came alone.

Jiang Feng cooked a large casserole of eight-treasure porridge, which was very large. If Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian didn't perform beyond their level, they probably wouldn't be able to finish it.

Fangzheng saw that Jiang Feng's left hand was wrapped in gauze, and he was a little confused. He thought that he was fine when he came in the morning, but why his hand was injured at noon.

Was it hot while cooking the porridge?

"The child was not careful, and when he was cutting vegetables in the morning, he lost his attention and cut his hand, which frightened her mother and me." Jiang Jiankang explained, spooning porridge for Fangzheng enthusiastically.

"You can't lose your mind when chopping vegetables. My wife used to lose her mind while chopping vegetables, and I didn't dare to let her chop vegetables." Fang Zheng said, taking the porridge.

The temperature is right, just right for the entrance.

"Ding, complete the side mission [Fangzheng's Appreciation], and get the mission reward item: the secret recipe of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, please ask Fangzheng to get the secret recipe."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

You have to get the task rewards by yourself, so I want your shitty game to be useful!

Jiang Feng hesitated. How should he say this?

Master Fang, I would like to ask what is your secret to making preserved egg and lean pork porridge?

Master Fang, can you teach me how to make a porridge with preserved egg and lean meat?

Master Fang, I encountered a little problem when cooking preserved egg and lean meat porridge this morning, could you please give me some advice?

Jiang Feng was writing a draft in his heart, but Fang Zheng spoke first.

"Xiaofeng, I'm not mistaken, it should be this name." After receiving Jiang Feng's affirmative nod, Fangzheng breathed a sigh of relief, "emmm, I want to ask, which brand of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar you add to the eight-treasure porridge?"

As expected of a master chef with more than 20 years of experience in cooking porridge, he can taste the difference between the sweet-scented osmanthus in rice pudding and the ones sold in the market in one bite.

Fangzheng felt a little embarrassed just after asking. He was able to eat this eight-treasure porridge that tastes so good. In addition to Jiang Feng's superb porridge cooking skills, there is also the addition of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, but this kind of thing is usually not used when others cook porridge. Passing on the secret recipe, it's really against the rules for him to ask so hastily.

It was even suspected that bullying Jiang Feng was a junior who didn't know how to do it.

"It's not convenient to say, so I don't need to say it, I just asked casually, I don't necessarily need to know." Fangzheng hurriedly made up for it, fearing that Jiang Feng would be in trouble.

"It's nothing inconvenient. My dad bought it in the commercial street next to the University of Finance and Economics. An old gentleman made it at home. I have the old gentleman's WeChat account. He also sells sweet-scented osmanthus sugar on WeChat. If Master Fang needs it I can give it to you." Jiang Feng said, "By the way, there is still a can of sweet-scented osmanthus in the refrigerator, Master Fang, do you need it?"

"Thank you so much." Fangzheng was ecstatic.

Jiang Feng led Fangzheng to the back kitchen to get sweet-scented osmanthus candy. As he walked, he was thinking about how to speak, and asked him the secret to making porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat.

Wouldn't it be rude to ask directly?

However, he also told Fangzheng the secret of making eight-treasure porridge, which should be regarded as a courtesy!

Jiang Feng was tangled in his heart.

"The preserved egg and lean meat porridge you cooked this morning—" Jiang Feng was still hesitating what to ask, but Fangzheng delivered it directly to the door.

"Um?"

Happiness came too suddenly.

"When you turn off the fire, add a little sesame oil, let it simmer for three minutes and then stir well, the taste will be even better," Fang Zheng said.

This is the secret of Fangzheng's preserved egg and lean meat porridge for so many years, and I never pass it on to outsiders easily.

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up, wishing he could try it now.

"You can try it this afternoon. If you have any questions, come to Fangji Porridge Shop to find me." Fangzheng said.

With a good teacher smile on his face.

The secret recipe of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, get!