Life is a Game

When Jiang Feng returned to Taifeng Building, he was surprised to find that Ji Yue was in the lobby, lying on the digital board while writing.

This scene was so familiar that Jiang Feng even wondered if he was still in the healthy cooking restaurant.

"How are your feet?" Jiang Feng asked.

"No, I can walk but I can't move too much. I should be able to come to work in two days." Ji Yue said, staring at the digital tablet in front of him with a sad face.

Jiang Feng noticed that a table and a bowl were drawn on the digital board in front of Ji Yue, which should be a close-up picture of wonton. The tables, bowls, and spoons are all drawn neatly, even the gaps, patterns, and material textures of the bowls have been changed, but the wontons in the bowls have not been drawn.

"Why didn't you draw wontons?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I can't draw it." Ji Yue sighed, and grabbed her hair fiercely, "I really can't draw it, I've been drawing it for several days, and I've finished all the rest. The only thing I can't draw is the wonton you made."

"Can't draw the wontons?" Jiang Feng couldn't understand. The pure meat wontons he made had thick skin and little meat. Half of them fell apart after cooking. The skin and meat of the wontons in the bowl were separated.

"I always feel that there is something wrong. The wontons I draw are different from the ones you make. The wontons you make every time give people the same feeling. When the ones I draw are not the ones you make, can you Do you understand me?"

Jiang Feng shook his head.

"Don't talk about you, I don't understand what I mean, anyway, it's just different, it's almost something." Ji Yue was also helpless.

"How about I make you a bowl and you draw it, or you take a bite and then draw?" Jiang Feng suggested.

The expression on Ji Yue's face gradually became terrified, and it was full of people who wanted to harm me.

Whoever eats the wontons made by Jiang Feng will know.

After weighing it over and over again, Ji Yue nodded, agreeing to Jiang Feng's proposal.

Jiang Feng was about to go to the changing room to change clothes, when he suddenly remembered, he asked one more question: "Your feet are fine, why don't you stay at home, what are you doing in the store?"

"Aunt Wang asked me to come and help." Ji Yue lowered her voice, "You forgot, Taifeng Building has been open for a month, and now it's time for the first employee review."

Jiang Feng suddenly realized.

It's going to be laid off.

Liu Jiyue continued to worry about the digital board in the lobby. After Jiang Feng changed his clothes, he went to the back kitchen to make pure meat wontons with buffs.

Ten minutes later, Ji Yue swallowed a mouthful of pure meat wontons, and lay down on the table crying loudly.

Cry heart-piercingly, cry distraughtly.

After crying, Ji Yue stared at the tablet, her head was still empty and she didn't know how to write.

"Would you like to take another bite?" Jiang Feng boldly suggested.

Ji Yue glared at Jiang Feng with disbelief.

Looking at Ji Yue's expression, it was clear that she was saying: Killing people is nothing but nodding, we two have no grudges in the past, and we have no grudges in the present, how did I offend you, you actually want to hurt me so much!

"If I didn't say anything, I'll take away the wontons for you." Jiang Feng reached out to serve the wontons.

"Wait." Ji Yue stopped him with a shot, with a face full of death, "Let me have another bite!"

After the second mouthful of wontons, Ji Yue continued to cry heartbreakingly on the table.

After crying, Ji Yuehan, still uninspired, wanted to take the third bite without fear of death.

Jiang Feng watched from the side and couldn't help but sigh: women are so cruel to themselves!

Let Ji Yue eat a mouthful and cry for a while in the lobby alone, and Jiang Feng went back to the back kitchen to continue practicing Yunji.

Finally succeeded once, although I don't know why it was successful, but it was successful after all. Jiang Feng was going to take advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, and repeat the method of Yunji he made for Jiang Shoucheng at noon a few times to see if he could find the law of success.

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Feng rolled over again with honor.

[Yunji (failure) b-level]

Looking at the Yunji in front of him, Jiang Feng couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

Except that it was done more carefully this time, the Yunji in front of me was basically the same as the one made at noon. He just took a sip and couldn't taste the difference in taste, so why did he fail?

"What's the matter? Didn't make the taste you wanted?" Wu Minqi was seriously carving watermelons, but seeing Jiang Feng staring at the freshly cooked Yun chicken again in deep thought, she couldn't help asking.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with the taste, but there's still something wrong with this dish," Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi:? ? ?

She found that her boyfriend's recent words were becoming more and more incomprehensible.

It may be that cooking is stupid.

Wu Minqi put down the half-carved watermelon in her hand, washed her hands, picked up a new pair of chopsticks, and tasted the chicken with a piece of chopsticks.

"Better than what you did before." Wu Minqi commented, "The ones you made before were too sweet, this one is a little more normal."

Wu Minqi put down her chopsticks, and turned to look at Jiang Feng: "So what kind of taste do you want to make? Is it suitable for children's taste or adult's taste?"

Jiang Feng himself didn't know.

He didn't even want to understand why the Yunji at noon had succeeded by mistake, but now this Yunji, which was clearly indistinguishable, was still a B-level failure.

Just as Jiang Feng was struggling, Jiang Weisheng walked into the back kitchen cheerfully.

"Xiaofeng, is my master here?" Jiang Weiwei asked, his expression was like a thief.

"No, Third Grandpa should still be resting in the teahouse. Come in an hour." Jiang Feng said, "If you want to find Third Grandpa, Uncle Jiang, just go to the teahouse and look for him."

"No, no, I'm just asking." Jiang Wei said, and began to look for ingredients to make his best strange soup.

Ever since Jiang Sansheng's strange soup was on the menu, he was not like before, and everyone who practiced dishes in the back kitchen watched and learned.

In fact, he himself is very clear that no matter how many new dishes he learns with his talent, he will only be too greedy to chew. It's just that he didn't know what to study before, so he learned a little bit from east to west, and wanted to learn everything he saw.

Since his strange soup was on the menu, Jiang Shengsheng has a direction to fight. He is not at Jiang Weiming's level. He has turned the ever-changing Baiwei soup into a strange soup with fixed ingredients and fixed taste, but this does not prevent him from making this soup bigger and stronger, and constantly innovating.

Recently, he has explored a new taste, which he originally planned to make for Jiang Weiming after a while. But tomorrow is Jiang Weiming's birthday, Jiang Weiming can only rush the ducks to the shelves and practice a lot while Jiang Weiming is away, in order to give Jiang Weiming a surprise tomorrow.

"Uncle Jiang, are you making strange soup?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Well, I thought of a good combination some time ago." Jiang Weiwei said, "I don't have the skill of my master to make a variety of soups that suit the tastes of different guests. I use different ingredients to make different flavors. You can’t even do Baiwei soup, so you can only keep trying some fixed ingredients and seasonings, which taste good with you.”

"But my master said that my strange soup is also very good, not inferior to his Baiwei soup!" Jiang Weisheng was extremely proud, this was one of the few dishes in his life that Jiang Weiming affirmed.

"Third Grandpa can still make soup according to the taste of the guests?"

"Of course, our state-run restaurant used to have a lot of old customers. My master said that if the ingredients of a dish like Baiwei soup change a lot, it is the most suitable if it can be prepared according to the taste of the guests." Jiang Weiwei said , After thinking about it, "But in fact, there are only a few old diners. Except for family members, we usually don't have so much spare time to understand the tastes of customers."

Jiang Feng was stunned.

He felt as if he knew how to make an A-level Yunji.

Jiang Feng looked at Wu Minqi.

Wu Minqi's taste is very clear to him, heavy taste, spicy, but he also likes sweet and sour snacks that most girls like to eat. He will go to the cake shop with Ji Yue once a week to eat desserts. Most of the time All the cakes were napoleons.

She likes sweet and sour things, not too sour, but slightly sweet, but not too sweet.

Seeing Jiang Feng staring at her suddenly, Wu Minqi showed a slightly confused expression.

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze and began to prepare the next Yunji.

Make a Yunji for Wu Minqi that suits her taste.

After 20 minutes, Yun chicken comes out of the pan.

【Yun Chicken Grade A】

Sure enough!

Jiang Feng understood that Yun Chicken could only be a customized dish before his culinary skills reached level A.

A custom-made dish for loved ones and loved ones.

Cao Guixiang's original purpose of making this dish was to cater to Zhang Zhiyun's taste and fool him. This dish exists because of Zhang Zhiyun and only for Zhang Zhiyun.

"Qiqi, how about you try this dish?" Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi put down the watermelon again, washed her hands, picked up a piece of Yun chicken with chopsticks.

"It's delicious." Wu Minqi never hesitated to praise Jiang Feng, and smiled.

"It's good to eat."