Life is a Game

Jiang Feng continued to slide down the property panel, and soon reached the menu column, clicked on the menu, found Cao Guixiang, and clicked in.

The friendly reminders under Yun Chicken and Two-color Prawns have all changed to: The level of this dish exceeds the player's current cooking level, and there is a greater chance of failure in making it.

Jiang Feng found Jiang Weiming's chopped pepper fish head again, and the friendly reminder that there was a certain chance of failure to make it had disappeared.

It seems that with his current cooking skills, he can cook B-level dishes without any problems, but A-level dishes are still a bit out of reach.

Jiang Feng didn't stay at Renyi for a long time. He went to the orthopedic cafeteria, which is said to have the best food in Renyi, and returned to Taifeng building after a lunch.

It is quite fruitful to brush up the progress of 4 tasks in just one morning, and there will be interviews in the middle of the afternoon, but before the interviews, he wants to try the master-level seasoning and heat to make his dishes so refined to what extent.

When Jiang Feng returned to Taifeng Building, the noon business had just ended, and Wu Minqi was practicing knife skills on the carved fruit plate. She didn't cut vegetables during this period and felt that her knife skills were a little bit behind, so she planned to concentrate on training for a period of time.

What surprised Jiang Feng was that Zhang Guanghang was also in the back kitchen, and he was practicing dishes.

You know, Zhang Guanghang never practiced dishes in front of them.

Compared with Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi's boring life around the kitchen every day, Zhang Guanghang's life is much more colorful.

Go to work on time, get off work on time, practice dishes and go back to Fenyuan to practice, and have a rich spare time life, playing ball, hiking, climbing, climbing the Great Wall, watching movies, and occasionally going to the bar to have a drink or two to relax. Zhang Guanghang, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi Not a style.

Zhang Guanghang is in the style of an idol drama, while Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi are in the style of an inspirational film.

Zhang Guanghang is handling a whole chicken.

He has already removed the chicken wings, chicken feet, chicken neck and chicken collarbone, and he has chopped the remaining chicken into 4 pieces. He is now breaking the chicken calf bone with the back of a knife, preparing to remove the calf bone and cartilage.

He is making chicken saffron.

"What kind of food?" Jiang Feng asked knowingly.

"Saffron chicken." Zhang Guanghang didn't hide anything, "I've been wanting to do it for a few days, but I didn't feel ideal after doing it a few times, so I practiced more."

"Chicken saffron?"

"Yes, a classic French meal. I ate it when I was a child...an elder made it for me. The taste of the chicken saffron he made is very special, so I want to see if I can make it taste the same as him." Zhang Guangdao, without stopping the movement of his hands, quickly pulled out the broken chicken leg bone.

"After I finish it, I would like to ask you to try it for me and give me your opinions." Zhang Guanghang said.

"I'm honored." Jiang Feng smiled and went to find the chicken.

He has seen Yunji's method many times, and he is already familiar with it. In addition, he has tried many times because of unwillingness. Although they all failed, there is no problem with the steps.

The chicken was deep-fried in a frying pan. Jiang Feng watched the chicken pieces gradually get cooked in the frying pan and began to deform, so he took them out.

Leave the oil in the pot, add the ingredients, add the ingredients very quickly, stir fry, thicken the cornstarch, and sprinkle with sesame oil, all in one go.

Jiang Feng felt that the food was about to be ready.

He, Jiang Feng, was finally going to cook an A-level dish that was not open.

out of the pot.

The amber-like Yun chicken was shining on the plate, exuding a tempting sweet fragrance. If a child like Han Youxin saw it, he would definitely jump up and cheer.

【Yun Chicken (failed) Grade B】

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

I did it so smoothly, I feel like the chosen one, and you tell me it's a failure? !

Jiang Feng took a bite of the failed B-level Yun chicken with grief and indignation.

The taste is actually not bad, much better than the C-level Yun chicken made before. It has a sweet and sour taste, and it is absolutely no problem to fool children.

But it was a failure.

Whether it is 50 points or 59 points, no matter how close to the passing line, it cannot change the fact that it is a failure.

However, Jiang Feng had rolled over so many times and had a wealth of experience in rolling over. He was used to his own rolling over, so he regained his spirit and decided to do it again.

Twenty minutes later—

【Yun Chicken (failed) Grade B】

Jiang Feng: ...

It's okay, winning or losing is a common matter for military strategists, please start over from the beginning.

Jiang Feng comforted himself in his heart.

Another twenty minutes later—

【Yun Chicken (failed) Grade B】

Jiang Feng: ...

It's okay, it's okay, A-level food, it's normal to roll over. As the saying goes, there are only three good things, and the third time will definitely be done.

Twenty minutes later——

【Yun Chicken (failed) Grade B】

Jiang Feng: ...

Twenty minutes later—

【Yun Chicken (failed) Grade B】

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Twenty minutes later——

【Yun Chicken (failed) Grade B】

Jiang Feng: (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

What kind of crap is this? Is it really just a higher chance of failure? Isn't this the largest 99.99%!

After flipping six times in a row, Jiang Feng's mentality collapsed.

Jiang Feng fell into deep thought.

The 6 dishes in front of him all showed that the heat and seasoning were not in place. To put it bluntly, he was not good enough. But since he is not good enough, why does the game show that there is a higher chance of production failure.

There is a higher probability of production failure, doesn't it mean that there is a very small chance of successful production?

Jiang Feng really suspected that the reason why there was no customer service in this game was because the previous customer service had been beaten to death by angry players.

Just when Jiang Feng was doubting his life, Zhang Guanghang's Chinese-style saffron chicken was cooked.

His saffron chicken was made very carefully, and it took more than an hour to make it, which can be regarded as meticulously crafted.

The plate arrangement is also very beautiful, with green leaf background, radish folded flowers, chicken nuggets are like clusters of flowers, and apples seem to be budding.

Zhang Guanghang tasted the ingredients on the plate one by one, not even missing the vegetables and apples for garnish.

It's a pity that this carefully crafted saffron chicken still disappointed him, it wasn't the taste he remembered.

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi also stretched out their chopsticks to taste. They had never eaten saffron chicken before, so they didn't know what the original saffron chicken tasted like.

But Jiang Feng felt that the saffron chicken that Zhang Guanghang made tasted very good, much better than the Yun chicken he had just overturned 6 cars in a row.

The chicken is first fried and then grilled. It is crispy on the outside, tender and juicy on the inside, and the juice is locked in the meat. It is slightly sour, which should be due to the addition of balsamic vinegar.

Jiang Feng picked up another piece of apple, which was quite regular and had nothing special, except that it was more fragrant after being fried with butter.

"I think it's pretty good." Jiang Feng said.

"It's not this taste, something is missing." The expression on Zhang Guanghang's face looked a little confused.

Although he also felt that there was no big problem with the taste, it was different from what he ate when he was a child.

When he was a child, he ate the dish Xia Mubing made for him for the first time, and he was amazed at the entrance, and he would never forget that feeling in his life. But when he grew up, Xia Mubing stopped cooking this dish, and he didn't teach Xia Mubing if he wanted to.

What exactly is it?

Zhang Guanghang looked at the plate of saffron chicken in front of him, which seemed to have no problem, and always felt that something was missing.