Life is a Game

Early the next morning, Jiang Feng went downstairs to discuss with Comrade Wang Xiulian about introducing the pickles made by Ji Yue's mother to Taifeng Building.

When I went there, it was just in time for the meal. Comrade Jiang Jiankang was using it from someone who didn’t know where it came from. It’s probably because Jiang Feng said last night that this pickled vegetable is very delicious for fried rice, so the leftovers cooked temporarily are used to make pickled vegetable fried rice. As soon as you enter, you can smell the familiar smell of fried rice with pickled vegetables.

Comrade Wang Xiulian has already gnawed corn at the table.

Seeing Jiang Feng coming, Comrade Wang Xiulian put down the corn in her hand and asked, "Son, what's the matter for coming so early?"

"Mom, I discussed with Ji Yue last night, and now I want to discuss with you about whether her mother's pickled vegetables can be added to our store's supply list." Jiang Feng cut to the chase.

Wang Xiulian waved her hand, glanced at the kitchen, and said very rationally, "Let's talk after we finish eating."

In less than two minutes, the fried rice with pickles came out of the pan.

In the matter of fried rice, Jiang Feng and Zhang Guanghang combined were not as good as Jiang Jiankang, who had more than 20 years of experience in operating healthy snacks. Jiang Jiankang's fried rice in the wok was more than Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide combined.

Jiang Jiankang brought a large bowl of fried rice to the table.

Jiang Feng swallowed involuntarily.

Jiang Jiankang not only added pickled vegetables to the fried rice, but also shrimps and shredded pork. On the surface, Jiang Feng could see no less than 7 shrimps. The shredded pork and pickled vegetables buried in the fried rice were intertwined and exuded an attractive fragrance. .

"Have you eaten yet? If you haven't, let's eat together. Your mother doesn't eat much for breakfast when she loses weight recently." Jiang Jiankang said.

"No food, no food," Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Feng deeply felt that Comrade Jiang Jiankang was really outrageous, knowing that Comrade Wang Xiulian was on a diet, but still cooking such sinful fried rice for her, as their son, he couldn't stand it anymore!

Jiang Feng decided to lead by example, be a filial son, and help Comrade Wang Xiulian eat the fried rice.

Not only did he eat, he also called Wu Minqi to come down and eat together.

As the juniors, if they eat more, Comrade Wang Xiulian will eat less, and if Comrade Wang Xiulian eats less, they will grow less meat.

What a touching mother-child relationship.

After eating a pot of fried rice for 4 people, Wang Xiulian directly passed Jiang Feng to find Ji Yue to ask for her mother's WeChat and phone number, and proved with practical actions that children should not interfere with adults' affairs.

Although eating fried rice with such rich ingredients in the morning is indeed a bit greasy, high in calories and unhealthy, the feeling of the perfect fusion of meat, pickled vegetables and rice grains makes Jiang Feng still miss it even when he and Wu Minqi are on the way to work.

"Qiqi, why don't we cook some leftover rice tonight and eat fried rice tomorrow morning?" Jiang Feng suggested.

Wu Minqi's heart was moved, but she soon hesitated again. She remembered the weight she secretly weighed after Jiang Feng went out this morning.

"I don't like to eat in the morning, you can eat." Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng:?

My Kiki still has this habit, why didn't I notice it before?

"Then let's not do it. Tomorrow, let's take the pickled vegetables to the store to get some lard residue to fry and try to see how it tastes," Jiang Feng said.

"En." Wu Minqi nodded, already having other thoughts in her mind.

It's time to ask Aunt Wang how the gym she frequents is doing.

...

Today is a tiring day for Ji Yue to return to work, and it is also a day when nothing happens.

The next day, Jiang Feng brought half a can of pickles to Taifeng Building, and was going to make a plate of fried lard with pickles after the noon business was over, to try how versatile the pickles made by Ji Yue's mother were.

The introduction of pickled vegetables is progressing rapidly. In the past two years, Ji Yue's mother must have looked down on such a small business as selling pickled vegetables. But today is different, Ji Yue's mother is even ready to set up a street stall to sell pickled vegetables with her second sister-in-law, and suddenly received an order with a reasonable price, high demand and stable business, Dang even agreed .

Comrade Wang Xiulian was responsible for discussing the price and supply with Ji Yue's mother, and Ji Yue's second aunt was responsible for solving various procedures and transportation issues. After all, Ji Yue's two uncles were originally in the pickle business, and the second aunt was also a person who traveled all over the country with pickles, so she is quite clear in this respect.

Unlike Jiang Feng who only thought about using pickled vegetables for fried rice, Comrade Wang Xiulian, a professional profiteer, had various ways and methods of selling pickled vegetables in his mind when he tasted the first bite of fried rice. Not only limited to stir-fried vegetables, fried rice, and porridge side dishes, Comrade Wang Xiulian also plans to use pickled vegetables as a small gift for senior VIP members in September, and each person will give a small can. The pickle business is getting bigger and stronger.

These things are not what Jiang Feng wants to worry about. What he is more worried about now is that there seems to be no lard residue in the back kitchen.

Is he really going to stay in the back kitchen at noon to cook lard residue for a pickle?

Jiang Feng fell into deep thought.

"Brother Feng, two servings of pure meat wontons, ah no, three servings." The unknown back kitchen staff of Taifeng Building near the tablet shouted.

"knew."

The battle between pure meat wontons and shredded yams at noon every day is about to start again, but today is a little different.

After observing closely for so many days, Hu Li finally found the customer who had ordered pure meat wontons at table A11, and today ordered pure meat wontons, and hurried to the small window of the food delivery station

In addition to entering the kitchen through the door, only the cold dish counter and the dish transfer window are open to the outside world.

"Sister Tang Tang, may I trouble you to tell the little boss that the customer he called my attention to is now at table A11." Hu Li is well aware of the rules that idlers are not allowed to enter the back kitchen at will, especially during business hours.

"Okay, wait a minute." Tang Tang put down the knife in his hand and called someone.

Hu Li turned to wait by the door of the back kitchen.

Within two minutes, Jiang Feng came out.

"Are you sure you saw the customer who ordered pure meat wontons before?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Sure, it's at table A11. Two boys came together. Last time he ordered pure meat wontons. It's a **** with single eyelids and natural curly hair. He wears a white shirt with black border and black eight-pointed Pants, boys with fair skin, they look more decadent." Hu Li said.

Jiang Feng: ...

Girl, you are really reckless if you don't do intelligence work.

"Hu Li, please help me keep him. You can use whatever reason you want. Or you can tell him that I am doing research and statistics, and you can give him drinks and side dishes, and call me after he finishes his meal. " Jiang Feng said.

"Okay, little boss, don't worry, there's no problem." Hu Li agreed.

About half an hour later, Hu Li came to Jiang Feng again.

Jiang Feng entrusted his remaining few dishes to Comrade Jiang Jiankang to fry them for him. The price on the ordering system was that Jiang Jiankang was worth more than Jiang Feng, and the customers did not lose money.

Jiang Feng walked to the ordering tablet and pressed the work-pause button behind his name, and went to the lobby wearing the work clothes of the back kitchen of Taifeng building.

It is not uncommon in Taifeng Building for the chef of the back kitchen to come to the lobby suddenly, and the customers are also used to it, because the two old men often come out to enjoy the cool, and by the way, enjoy the scene of the crowds in the lobby.

Jiang Feng walked to the table of A11, and quickly locked on the guest that Hu Li mentioned.

"Hello." Jiang Feng took the initiative to go up to say hello, "The staff of our shop must have told you about the situation before, right?"

"Alright, let's sit down too." The young customer who looked very decadent, like a working overtime dog who had been working hard for several days, looked very cautious, his eyes were slightly red, and the traces of crying before had not been completely eliminated. But he seemed a little excited, "The waiter told me just now, I didn't expect that it would be so difficult for you to be a chef, and even the sales of dishes would be questioned. Sure enough, no industry is easy these days."

Jiang Feng: ...

What did Hu Li tell him...

"It's actually okay, it's not that difficult." Jiang Feng sat down, "This time I mainly want to ask you a few questions about the dishes."

"Ask." The young customer seemed a little excited.

"That's right, how many times have you ordered pure meat wontons?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Three times." The young customer said.

"Can you tell me why you order this dish? After all, the taste of this dish...is a bit..."

"Ah, I know, you mean this dish is terrible, right?" Speaking of this, the young customer's eyes lit up, "Master Jiang, you may not know that your dish tastes bad, but It's really useful."

"it works?"

"Oh, sorry, I forgot you didn't know, let me tell you from the beginning."

"It's like this. I'm a student of the Academy of Fine Arts. In order to participate in a competition in our school, I stayed in school this summer to prepare works. Our instructor liked the cartoon you published on the official blog of Taifeng Building very much, especially the one The close-up of Zhang Wonton, our teacher commented on it as the soul of the whole cartoon, and specially shared it in our competition group."

"We have a brother who is a master's student under the supervision of this professor. He heard that this kind of wonton is really sold in your store, so he came to taste it out of curiosity."

"And then?" Jiang Feng asked.

"And then it happened and it was really hard to eat."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

The young customer realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly made up for it: "No, it's because the wontons are delicious, but they inspired our senior brother. Our senior brother had a painting that was going to be exhibited and got stuck for a long time without inspiration, so he finished eating your store's wontons Then suddenly inspiration came, and I went back to retreat to draw after eating, and I haven’t come out of the dormitory yet.”

"So you just..."

The young customer smiled embarrassingly: "There is no way to do this. Inspiration is not something that you can have if you have it. It's better to believe it or not. Even if you can't eat inspiration, you can feel it." It's also good, so we just... But Master Jiang, the wontons you made are really amazing. I didn't feel anything when I ate it for the first time, but I felt it when I went back after eating it for the second time. It's all thanks to you Good luck, I feel that my painting this time will definitely shine in this competition of our academy!"

Jiang Feng: ...

The first time I didn’t feel like eating, I already cried once, and the second time I have to come and cry to find the feeling, you art people are really terrible.

"Congratulations, can you tell me what you drew this time?" Jiang Feng asked casually.

"destroy."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Jiang Feng could only hide his embarrassment with a dry smile. Now he knew the cause and effect of the sudden explosion of pure meat wonton.

It is entirely a group of art students trying to find their own inspiration for painting by using the metaphysical method of hanging Conan or Kobe but not Conan. The key is that there are still a few people who have succeeded.

Sure enough, the price of success was huge.

"Thank you so much, I've finished asking all I wanted to ask." Jiang Feng stood up.

"It should be." The young customer repeated, excitedly and cautiously said what he had always wanted to say, "Well, is it convenient for Master Jiang to shake hands with me? Shake my left hand. I'm left-handed."

"ha?"

"My painting is about to be finished in a week at most, and it's all thanks to the wontons you made. I want to shake hands with you, and then I can get more inspiration." The young customer was as excited as a fat house going to participate in an idol festival. The handshake will be the same.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

What's wrong with you guys doing art?