Life is a Game

As soon as Wang Hao returned to the dormitory, he saw the bowl of noodles on Jiang Feng's table.

The dormitory was brightly lit, the doors and windows were closed, the rolling pin was kept in the cabinet and was not taken out, Jiang Feng's shoes were still scattered beside the chair, but no one was there, leaving only a mysterious pot of noodles on the table.

Wang Hao, who is only 21 years old but has more than 10 years of experience in reading novels, and even wrote a novel himself this year, can't help but think a lot.

Wang Hao remembered that something was wrong with Jiang Feng since last year.

Brother Feng changed after last summer vacation. Everyone used to be a scumbag, but Brother Feng secretly became a top student behind his back. He stopped attending classes and didn’t worry about the end of the semester. He was obsessed with cooking and cooking every day Weird cuisine. If it wasn't for Jiang Feng's surname Jiang instead of Liu, Wang Hao would have suspected that Jiang Feng was actually the descendant of the legendary Chinese master Liu Maoxing.

Wang Hao stood on the spot and thought about it calmly, then tentatively called out to the dough on the table: "Brother Feng?"

Just came back from fetching hot water, just in time to hear Wang Hao calling Jiang Feng, Brother Feng, to the dough on the table:? ? ?

Is it stupid to fall in love or stupid to learn?

"I'm here." Jiang Feng said.

Wang Hao was startled, turned his head suddenly, and saw Jiang Feng holding a hot water bottle behind his back, heaved a sigh of relief: "I'm scared to death, brother Feng, you don't have sonar when you walk."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Jiang Feng, who was used to Wang Hao's various coquettish operations, silently carried the kettle to the chair, sat down, and began to ask in his soul, "Have you memorized the book?"

Wang Hao: ...

Brother Feng, you have changed, you were not like this before.

"Brother Feng, what kind of noodles are you kneading at night?" Wang Hao began to change the subject.

Jiang Feng sighed: "You don't understand, cooking is too stressful these days, knead the noodles at night to relax."

Wang Hao: o_O???

"Then... what about this noodle?" Wang Hao asked.

Jiang Feng was silent.

Yes, what should I do with this face? When he was kneading, he didn't think about what to do with the noodles. The dormitory is not a home, and there is only a rice cooker. Even if he wants to make dumplings and chop stuffing, it will be troublesome.

"Haozi, are you hungry?" Jiang Feng smiled maliciously.

"Um?"

"Do you want me to roll noodles for you?"

...

In the end, the ball of noodles that Jiang Feng kneaded was wasted, and Wang Hao couldn't eat Jiang Feng's stretched noodles before Wu Minqi. The reason was simple. Jiang Feng found out that the rice cooker in their dormitory was broken.

The quality of the 50 yuan rice cooker bought on a certain treasure is really unreliable.

With the lesson learned from the night, Jiang Feng decided to change the kneading time to go to Master Huang's shop to knead the dough in the morning, and took the two bags of flour he bought to Master Huang's shop by the way.

So the students who got up early on the second day of school and went to Master Huang's shop to eat noodles were surprised to find that Master Huang seemed to have a new apprentice and was kneading noodles in the shop early in the morning. If these students were from the Department of Physics and happened to have eaten at a healthy stir-fry restaurant, they might be even more surprised to find that the apprentice Master Huang mentioned looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Master Huang admired Jiang Feng's noodle kneading skills very much. If he didn't know that his family's culinary skills were passed down from his ancestors and Mr. Jiang had a hot temper, he would even have taken Jiang Feng as his apprentice directly, and let him learn how to knead noodles from him and inherit his own. The noodle shop is gone.

"Ding." The game suddenly cheated.

Jiang Feng paused as he kneaded his dough, wondering if he had randomly triggered some side mission? Soon began to continue kneading dough.

"Xiaofeng, you don't need to use as much force as before when the dough has reached this level. You also need to pay attention to skill when kneading the dough. Otherwise, the chef will be exhausted if you keep using so much force." Master Huang took the dough from Jiang Feng and began to knead it by himself Demonstration, the dough seemed to have aura in his hands, changing various shapes at will, which seemed much easier than when Jiang Feng kneaded it.

"Sanguang is just a standard. It takes hard work and practice to really knead a dough well. This kind of thing needs to find the feeling, and everything will be right if you feel it. Practice more, and the feeling will come after practicing." Huang Huang The master said, returning the dough to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng nodded, feeling that he was familiar with this kind of thing, Chinese chefs are all about feeling.

"Boss has two bowls of beef noodles, one big, one small, and a bowl of three fresh noodles without green onions. The three fresh noodles are packed." Jiang Feng was kneading the noodles when a customer came in.

After the guests came, Master Huang had no time to talk to Jiang Feng, so he walked behind the cooking table and started rolling the noodles.

As long as there is no request from the customer, Master Huang will make ordinary thick and thin stretched noodles, buckle eight times. Since the rise of takeaway, he does not know how many servings of this ordinary stretched noodles a day, and he is proficient and fast.

While kneading the noodles, Jiang Feng watched Master Huang's movement of stretching the noodles. Watching and watching, he had another illusion, which was actually not particularly difficult.

This hallucination has occurred seven or eight times a day since he started learning how to cook with the old man.

Jiang Feng kneaded noodles, Master Huang stretched noodles, and Jiang Feng stayed in Master Huang's shop for three meals, beef noodles, bone soup noodles, sausage noodles, tomato egg noodles, and three fresh noodles. It was like this for a few days in a row. It's on the 9th.

Jiang Feng booked a ticket back to Peking on the night of the 9th. Master Huang knew that he would go back on the night of the 9th, so from the 9th onwards, he would not just let him simply watch it. As long as there was no one in the store, Master Huang would let Jiang Feng himself Get started and try to stretch.

The result is self-evident, Jiang Feng is famous for being able to see it at first glance, and throwing it away as soon as he cooks it. A new dish has a 99.9% chance of being overturned.

The ticket Jiang Feng booked was after 11 o'clock in the evening, and it was still the kind of sleeper that he could get there after a short sleep. This time, he learned to be smart and booked a soft sleeper. If he was lucky, he should be able to get to Peiping with a good night's sleep.

After class at 4:30 in the afternoon, Jiang Feng felt that there was still some time, so he went back to the dormitory to pack his luggage, dragged the suitcase directly to Master Huang's shop, and went to the train station for the last few hours after studying.

"Yes, pay attention to the movements of your hands. It's okay to be gentle and slow. Shake your face." At first, Jiang Feng and Master Huang agreed that he only needs to be taught by Master Huang to get started with stretching noodles. , but now it has become a model of master teaching apprentices, teaching hands-on, without reservation.

"This doesn't work, you can start over and find the feeling."

"Yes, this time you are better than before. The movements need to be smooth, and the smoother you feel, the more you feel. Remember what I told you before when stretching the noodles. Don't just stare at the noodles. Yes, that's good. .”

"No, you see you were nervous again just now, you have to stretch it out slowly, don't be in a hurry."

"It's very normal. How can someone be a beginner and be able to succeed directly? Geniuses can't do it. Once again, Bai An's kung fu depends on practice. If you practice thousands of times, you can become a genius. "

Master Huang taught Jiang Feng until the store closed at 9 o'clock in the evening. Jiang Feng knew that Master Huang taught him today without reservation. Taught him.

"Master Huang, thank you for these few days." Jiang Feng thanked him sincerely, "If you are free someday, come to Beiping to play, and I will make you my special dish, shredded yam."

"You're welcome, I'm just teaching casually. You have talent in the white case, so don't waste it." Master Huang hasn't experienced the pleasure of being a disciple for many years, and he is also happy.

"There will be no subway later. I'll go to the train station first. Remember to visit Beiping when you have time. I added you on WeChat two days ago." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

Thinking of Jiang Feng's rapid progress from zero to entry level in just a few days, Master Huang suddenly became angry and said, "Xiao Feng, why don't you go back later and stay and learn from Master Huang for a while. Stretch noodles, learn how to go back to Peiping.”

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

This kind of love is eager, and it's my turn to want to accept apprentices on the spot!

This is the treatment of the protagonist in the legend!

Jiang Feng froze on the spot.

"If your parents and grandpa disagree, I'll tell them that you are already in this line of work, and your talent in pastry should not be wasted!" Master Huang mustered up his courage.

Jiang Feng was stunned for a moment, realizing that Master Huang might have misunderstood the structure of their family's cooking skills, and explained, "Master Huang, my grandpa knows how to solve the case."

"ah?"

"It's because my dad only learned the red case from my grandpa but not the white case. My uncle learned the white case from my grandfather. Do you remember my uncle? He was the tallest and strongest among my uncles. The one with the hair, he is good at Bai An, if I want to learn Bai An, my grandfather will not object." Jiang Feng said.

It's just that the two old men are staring at him learning sea cucumber dishes, and they won't teach him the white case at this time. Jiang's cuisine is not limited to the red case, and the white case is also involved.

"Thank you for the past few days, Master." Jiang Feng said.

The old man taught Jiang Feng when he was very young. There are many kinds of masters in the chef industry. There are masters who have carefully taught apprentices for more than ten years and are like fathers, and there are masters who only teach one dish or only teach them for a few days. No matter what kind of master you are, as long as you have devoted all your money to your disciples and taught them carefully, you are still a master, and your disciples should respect him, love him and respect him, because that is the master who has taught you.

Jiang Weiguo had many masters in his life. Although none of them were formal teachers, those masters were all his masters in his heart. He would respect them, love them, and do what every apprentice should do. .

Jiang Feng just realized that Master Huang is the first master in his culinary career other than the Jiang family.

Master Huang was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "If you come back when you have time, remember to come and have a seat, and then I will make you thirteen buckle stretched noodles."

"Definitely." Jiang Feng smiled and left with his suitcase.

Master Huang turned his head, looked at the kitchen table that Jiang Feng had just cleaned and the table that he had carefully wiped, and nodded with a smile.

"Jiang Jiankang really gave birth to a good son, and his life is good. It's a pity that I don't have this life."

"Little Feng, the table is pretty clean."