Life is a Game

Jiang Feng's mentality collapsed.

The immediate end of the collapse of the mentality is to use the sugar jar as a salt jar and scoop half a spoonful of sugar into the pot.

Standing beside Jiang Feng and watching Zhou Shi prepare his minced meat eggplant to make it into sweet minced meat eggplant:? ? ?

"The guest noted that the eggplant should be made into something sweet?" Zhou Shi looked suspicious.

"What's sweet?" Jiang Feng's mind wandered.

"What you just scooped up was sugar." Zhou Shi reminded.

Jiang Feng finally came to his senses, tasted the eggplant in the pot, and silently poured it into the swill bucket.

The eggplant incident was just an episode. The game hadn't been updated for 4 months since the last culinary competition. Jiang Feng was also used to using the appraisal skill to see a rough evaluation and grading when cooking, and then tasted it himself. Cooking mode to see detailed evaluation by appraisal skill.

He is more used to ordering recipes every day before going to bed to look at the dishes that he cannot practice at this stage because of his lack of skill or the ingredients are too expensive, whether it is baked lobster in soup, two-color prawns, pigeon swallows, or crabs. Stuffed orange or noodles with fried sauce, Jiang Feng has watched the making process of these dishes dozens of times. Although he has never practiced it, he has done it many times in his brain. dwarf.

Now that the game has been updated, the cheat that forced Jiang Feng to go offline temporarily made Jiang Feng feel a little uncomfortable.

On the way back at night, Wu Minqi noticed Jiang Feng's discomfort very keenly.

"Fengfeng, are you feeling unwell tonight? I don't think you are in a good mood." Wu Minqi and Jiang Feng walked side by side on the way home as before, and they also met the overtime dog of 996 on the way as before. Passed by.

"I don't feel like cooking tonight." Jiang Feng replied, "I'm really not in the mood."

"Are you too tired during this period?" Wu Minqi asked with concern, "You haven't had much rest during this period. Would you like to take a day off tomorrow or go to the art exhibition with us to relax in a few days?"

"Art exhibition?"

"Isn't Ah Yue coming back in a few days? There is an art exhibition this weekend, and it is said that it will last for a week. Ah Yue has long said that she wants to go to that art exhibition, and I plan to go too. Zhang Guanghang also has this intention. Exactly 27 We only work half a day to try dishes on the 27th, and we plan to go to the art exhibition on the 27th, do you want to come with us?" Wu Minqi asked.

"Okay, I just want to go to the art exhibition too, whose art exhibition is it?" Jiang Feng agreed without hesitation. In fact, he knew almost nothing about art, but since his wife wanted to see the art exhibition, he naturally had to accompany her.

Not to mention art exhibitions, even comic exhibitions.

"A young Italian painter's individual art exhibition, Ah Yue seems to like his painting style." Wu Minqi said, "Fengfeng, do you also like to see art exhibitions?"

"Well... I really like looking at paintings of celebrities." Jiang Feng looked serious.

For example, "Detective Conan" and "Fairy Tail" are relatively well-known celebrity paintings.

Elegant and popular, both refined and popular.

"I thought you didn't like these things. There will be a jewelry exhibition in December, do you want to go to see it together?" Wu Minqi invited with a smile.

"Okay." Jiang Feng responded with a smile.

Jewelry Show?

What it is?

...

On the second day after the game was offline, Jiang Feng began to regain his sense of cooking.

On the third day after the game was offline, everything returned to normal. Jiang Feng started to practice, to chat, to be scolded, to fall in love. Although the game update was temporarily offline, the buff dish Jiang Feng made himself was still effective and did not affect his normal work.

On the fourth day after the game was offline, Ji Yue came back after beating up her little brother Ji Qiran. When she went there, she bought a high-speed rail ticket, and when she came back, she could only afford hard seats on the train. She also brought a bunch of secret pickles and appetizing sauces made by her mother and grandma, all kinds of tightly wrapped Carrying a large bag of bottles and cans made Jiang Feng suspect that her family was actually in the pickle business before it fell down.

Ji Yue's train arrived at 8 o'clock in the evening. Zhang Guanghang went to the train station to pick her up. As soon as the two arrived home, they sent WeChat messages asking Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi to come and share the spoils.

When Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi opened the door and went in, they saw Ji Xue, Ji Yue and Zhang Guanghang sitting around the coffee table with a small stool, unwrapping the plastic bubble wrap wrapped around the jar.

Ji Yue sniffed an old godmother's jar, and said, "This is sword beans."

Then he skillfully handed the jar to Ji Xue, and Ji Xue put the jar on the lower left corner of the coffee table.

Ji Yue picked up another jar of olives and sniffed it: "It seems to be chopped peppers, no, is it chopped peppers or pickled peppers, my mother sealed it too tightly, Old Zhang, smell it."

Zhang Guanghang took the jar, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it: "Chop pepper."

Then equally deftly place the jar in the lower right corner of the coffee table.

"Ah Yue, what is this?" Ji Yue took out a transparent name from her large satchel, which contained a mysterious strip of material between black and brown.

"My mother recently made a new kind of dried pumpkin, put it on the ground, I don't mind eating it." Ji Yue began to smell the next jar.

Jiang Feng \u0026 Wu Minqi: ...

The three of them really looked like bandits who were dividing the spoils.

Jiang Feng stepped forward and glanced roughly. He suspected that Ji Yue might have taken all the pots in her house. The five Jiang family probably couldn't dig out so many pots of different shapes.

It must have weighed tens of catties on the way, and the train Ji Yue bought was still a hard seat for more than 20 hours, plus other luggage, it was not easy for Ji Gezi to get to Beijing alive.

"Didn't you say there was only a little pickle?" Jiang Feng felt that his understanding of quantifiers had to be redefined.

"You didn't go to my house to see it with your own eyes. My dad has been running business in other places for a few months and only goes back once. My mom now has nothing to do at home, tinkering with this and planting vegetables every day. My mother brought all the wisteria trellises in my backyard. I planted loofahs, and I stopped growing Chlorophytum roses. The flower pots are all green onions and garlic. When I got home, my younger brother didn’t see it first. It was a large row of pickled vegetables in the laundry room on the first floor. Vegetable jar, if it wasn't for my brother's mess, my mother would be learning how to make vinegar now." Ji Yue looked hopeless, picked up a big jar, sniffed it, and handed it to Zhang Guanghang, " pickled cucumbers."

"Let's help you." Wu Minqi walked to Ji Yue's side, squatted down, and took out a fat jar from the bag.

Upon hearing this, Wu Minqi frowned, realizing that things were not that simple.

"This is... pickles?" Wu Minqi hesitated. As a Shu native who is proficient in pickle techniques, she really didn't want to admit that the jar in her hand was pickles.

Ji Yue stretched her head over to smell it, and nodded: "It's kimchi, and my mother learned kimchi from others recently. It's not recommended to eat it. Put it underground."

Jiang Feng also stepped forward to help, picked up a small jar, and smelled it.

"Shanghai green, pickled vegetables."

Ji Yue took a look at him and boasted, "Expert!"

"My mother also likes to make pickles." Jiang Feng said, looking at the bottles and jars on the table, "I only make pickles."

Then the five of them started to work, sorting the heavy, rich and varied love from Ji Yue's mother.