Life is a Game

"I don't know." Ji Xia lowered her head decadently, and opened her mouth slightly to talk to Wu Minqi, but she didn't know what her name should be.

"My name is Wu Minqi, you can call me Sister Wu, Sister Minqi or Sister Qiqi." Wu Minqi saw Ji Xia's thoughts and said with a smile.

"Sister Wu, can I ask you a question?" Ji Xia asked.

"Of course, you can ask any questions." Wu Minqi seemed very patient.

"What do you think I can do in the future? I didn't get into college or even high school. When I was in FZ, many places didn't want me." Ji Xiaban knelt on the ground a little dazed, "Do you know where there are cotton mills or factories in Beiping? Is the garment factory hiring?"

Wu Minqi smiled: "It is said that there are three hundred and sixty lines, and you can be the number one scholar. Although people can't be limited to studying, you can't always stare at garment factories or cotton spinning factories."

"Then what can I do?"

"What will you do?"

"I will..." Ji Xia thought for a while, "I can sweep the floor, feed pigs, raise chickens, hoe the ground, cook, fight..."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Little friend Ji Xia, do you have any misunderstanding about the word "knowledge".

Wu Minqi laughed lightly: "Oh, are you good at fighting?"

"Yeah." Ji Xia nodded affirmatively, "I didn't lose a fight with 4 boys in our class before."

"But fighting can't be a hobby, let alone a career. Haven't you thought about the future? For example, what career do you want to pursue? Teacher? Journalist? Painter? Scientist? Astronaut? Writer? Or something else." Wu Minqi began to guide topic.

Ji Xia really followed Wu Minqi's words and began to think: "I want to be a chef."

"Why?" Wu Minqi and Jiang Feng said in unison.

Ji Xia glanced down and pursed his lips: "I want them to know that what my sister can do, I can naturally do."

He was still a competitive kid at heart.

Wu Minqi didn't directly veto Ji Xia's words, and started to help her plan how to be a chef: "Then do you know how to be a chef?"

Ji Xia was confused: "How? Isn't a chef just cooking, I have been cooking since I was a child."

"There are also different types of chefs. The chef you are referring to is called a red chef, and there is also a white chef who specializes in making pasta. The two are completely different. And if you really plan to be a chef, you are Are you going to be a chef in a small restaurant, or a regular restaurant? Or go to a top restaurant to be a chef, whether you are a Chinese chef or a Western chef, as well as Japanese cuisine, Thai cuisine, Indian cuisine, Mexican cuisine, etc. Cuisine, even Chinese food, is divided into many factions and cuisines, have you ever thought about what kind of chef you want to be in the future?"

Ji Xia was dumbfounded.

Both Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi could tell that Ji Xia was in a daze. Even Jiang Feng was a little dazed when Wu Minqi just said that long series of words.

"More than that, I'm also a chef. I can tell you directly that it is very difficult for a girl to be an excellent chef. The temperature in the back kitchen is very high in summer, and the whole room The kitchen is like a huge stove. There is no air conditioner. Even if a powerful electric fan is turned on at the highest level and blows at you, you may sweat profusely. It takes strength to turn the spoon, which is a very hard job for girls. " Wu Minqi said.

"Then sister Wu, why do you want to be a chef?"

"Because I like it. I don't know why your sister wants to be a chef, but Jiang Feng and I have both been cooks since elementary school, and we have learned to hold a kitchen knife before we learned how to write. Our parents are chefs, and chefs are important to us. A kind of inheritance is also a kind of obligation."

With that said, Wu Minqi glanced at Jiang Feng.

"If you choose to be a chef just to compare with your sister and to compete, it is not worth the loss. If you want to be a good chef, you need to worship a master, and then he will teach you. It may be 5 years, It may also take 10 years, or even more than ten years, before you can become a teacher. Learning to cook is a difficult and long-term thing. If you don’t have enough determination and love, you won’t be able to persevere.”

Ji Xia was silent.

After a while, Ji Xia opened his mouth slowly: "If I don't become that red case cook, I just want to learn how to make steamed buns, steamed buns, dim sum, pastries, and porridge from others, how long will I have to learn?"

"So Xia Xia, do you want to be a white chef?" Wu Minqi asked.

Ji Xia nodded, and Wu Minqi told her so much that she let her guard down, and she couldn't help expressing her real plan: "I originally planned to work in a garment factory or other places for a few years and save my money. Open a breakfast shop in town."

Jiang Feng, who had been listening to them all the time, couldn't help but look at Ji Xia with admiration. He originally thought that Ji Xia ran away from home just like most children who run away from home, impulsive, without any purpose or plan. The arrangement is very clear.

Wu Minqi encouraged: "That's great, but why do you have to work for a few years to save money first, instead of going to a restaurant as an apprentice of a white case master and learning skills while saving money?"

"May I?"

"Of course you can. Even if you can't be an apprentice, you can just work as a worker in a restaurant, you can learn a lot just by watching. And why do you want to only open a breakfast shop? If you really I have learned a lot. You can open a restaurant, porridge shop or dim sum shop by yourself, and you don’t have to open it only in the town. You can open it in the county or even in the city. As long as you are skilled enough, you can even open it in the city Establish a store in Beijing." Wu Minqi began to paint cakes for Ji Xia.

Ji Xia was moved by Wu Minqi's words, but he still hesitated: "But, is there really a shop that would want me?"

"It depends on what you know now. Do you know how to cook porridge, make steamed buns or steamed buns? Or do you know something more special." Wu Minqi asked.

"I know what you said. I work in the cafeteria of our school in the morning, and the teacher in the cafeteria taught me." Ji Xia said, "I can also stretch noodles."

"You know how to stretch noodles?!" Jiang Feng almost broke his voice.

What kind of town middle school cafeteria is the cafeteria in your school? The chef in the cafeteria not only knows how to stretch noodles, but also teaches the students who come to work to stretch noodles.

Are you the legendary junior high school attached to New Oriental?

Ji Xia was frightened by Jiang Feng's reaction, and he hesitated: "Scratch...scratch noodles, what's wrong?"

Could it be that people in Peking never eat noodles, or that people in Peking especially taboo stretched noodles?

"It's nothing." Jiang Feng swallowed, "I'm just a little surprised. In fact, it's quite difficult to stretch noodles. I just didn't expect a master who cooks noodles in the canteen of the town middle school to know how to stretch noodles."

"I learned from Master Liang at the noodle shop in front of our school." Ji Xia explained, "I, I haven't been home for summer vacation since I was in junior high school. Master Liang's noodle shop has to do handyman, so I will go to help and provide food. Guess what, Master Liang will clean up the utility room and let me live there, and give me 300 yuan a month. Sometimes I will go to help on weekends, and Master Liang will take care of my meals and enough beef noodles You can also add beef as you like. I have worked there for more than two years, and Master Liang has taught me how to stretch noodles since the second semester of the second year of junior high school.”

"How many times can you stretch at most?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Ten times."

Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng silently looked at the ceiling.

He didn't believe it, he thought Ji Xia was bragging.

One year is not enough to learn every day, from the beginning to ten stretches, this is impossible.

"It just so happens that I have dough at home, why don't you go over and stretch it!" Jiang Feng decided to expose Ji Xia's lie.

"Um?"

"I know a lot of restaurant owners in Beiping. If you can really stretch ten times, I can introduce you to a job." Jiang Feng began to talk nonsense with his eyes open.

"Okay." Ji Xia believed it.