Life is a Game

For the next period of time, Jiang Feng was researching how to stew A-grade crab-stuffed oranges.

In the process of research, Jiang Feng always grasped the core point of saving natural gas and kept in mind the mantra of saving firewood. Rather than saying that Jiang Feng was researching how to stew crabs and stuff oranges, it would be better to say that he was researching how to save more natural gas. In this aspect of saving, Grandma Jiang was the true biography, and he took more than ten pages of notes. Not only did he remember, but Jiang Feng did the calculations. He finished the calculations on the draft paper. The results of the game identification and the values ​​he calculated allowed him to grasp the timing more accurately.

Sometimes while mopping the floor, Ji Xia watched Jiang Feng writing formulas that he couldn't understand and muttering words that she couldn't understand while watching Jiang Feng on the dining table.

It's too hard to be a famous chef!

Also learn math.

Still have to learn such a difficult math!

Ji Xia, who has never passed a math test, said that she should learn some basic skills from her master and go back to open a breakfast shop after saving some money.

In this way, Jiang Feng ushered in the National Day while writing and calculating.

golden week.

This seven-day long holiday is a real golden week for the catering industry, the kind where gold falls from the sky. When Jiang Jiankang was still selling healthy snacks in Z City, Jiang Feng, the prince who was temporarily caught delivering food during the National Day Golden Week, was so tired that he wanted to be demolished, let alone the current Taifeng Building. Jiang Feng could only be thankful that Taifeng Building did not open a takeaway service like Babaozhai did, otherwise, these stove chefs might be so tired that they couldn't even write to death.

Just thinking about it this way, Jiang Feng began to sympathize with the white chef who was poached from Babaozhai and made exceptionally delicious Soviet-style mooncakes. The poaching monster Ling Guangzhao specially poached a white case chef from Gusu. It is impossible for him to be useful only during the Mid-Autumn Festival. It has been so long since the Mid-Autumn Festival. I saw Soviet-style mooncakes in the delivery menu, but the sales volume was far less than that during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Babaozhai has recently launched a lot of dim sum products. Like Jiang Feng Babao Chestnut Pigeon, they only give away and not sell. In just a week, word of mouth spread. Ling Guangzhao probably spent money to buy a lot of sailors For publicity, Jiang Feng can sometimes find it by swiping Moments.

Of course, those who sent such messages were basically Ling Guangzhao's circle of friends, and Jiang Feng planned to block him recently. A good circle of friends makes it the same as a marketing account, and the marketing is still for rival products.

Babaozhai shines before the National Day, and Taifeng Building also has its own trump card for the National Day. Jiang Feng's Babao Chestnut Pigeon will officially appear on the menu of Taifeng Building on October 1st, and Watan Huadiao Chicken needs to be booked in advance one day. Since the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon was given to VIP customers several times before, the news that the chef in Taifeng Building was particularly good at making shredded yam made all the eight-treasure chestnut pigeons passed on by Mr. Sun had already spread. Therefore, after Jiang Jiandang, who was in charge of the operation, released the new dishes for October on the WeChat official account and Weibo, the reservations for the entire National Day period were fully booked within one day.

This also indicates that Jiang Feng may be the busiest employee in Taifeng Building during the entire National Day.

Comrade Wang Xiulian, a black-hearted businessman, was much more ruthless when arranging Jiang Feng's orders than Ji Xue.

For the employees of Taifeng Building, the National Day is destined to be busy, and it is full of overtime wages.

At 10:11 p.m. on September 30, Jiang Feng picked up his phone and prepared to take a last look at WeChat before going to sleep.

This is already the fourth time he has picked up the phone.

Sleep is the best rest. Only when you have enough sleep can you face the cruel work of the next day with energy.

Jiang Feng, who knew these truths well, went to bed at half past nine and was ready to go to bed, but he knew it, and it was up to himself whether he did it or not. Just like every child who is still studying knows that studying hard is the wisest choice for him, but there are still a few children who are really like the children of Jiang's family who will learn to die as long as they can't die. They don't have a helper like Jiang Weiguo. Their talented grandpa.

How important it is to have a good grandpa.

Jiang Feng found that every time he picked up the phone, he would forget his original intention of just looking at it. From QQ to WeChat and then to the browser, even Alipay's Ant Forest is so interesting. You can keep watching like this.

If the phone is out of battery, Jiang Feng can still watch it while charging it while playing, and he can also come up with an elementary school olympiad by the way. It is known that the current battery capacity of the mobile phone is 3%, Jiang Feng consumes 2% of the power per minute, and charges 4%. May I ask if Jiang Feng does not play King of Glory and eat chicken, can the mobile phone be fully charged in a few minutes?

Picking up the phone for the fourth time, Jiang Feng warned himself that he was really going to sleep after reading wechat this time.

But it wasn't that the phone vibrated just now, maybe he has turned it off and gone to sleep now.

Hey, who is it? It's really harmful to send a private message to find him without going to bed at 10:11.

Jiang Feng sighed and opened WeChat.

His phone didn't know whether it was dropped too much or used for a long time. It might be a little dementia. It often only vibrated but didn't display messages, and didn't even show who sent the messages. As a result, Jiang Feng often missed messages from others.

The first thing Jiang Feng saw after clicking on WeChat was the group of chefs.

Ling Guangzhao was talking in the group.

With the mentality of letting me see what other nonsense you can say besides advertising and poaching, Jiang Feng clicked into the group chat.

The group was very lively, and Ling Guangzhao chatted with ten people by himself.

Ling Guangzhao: Tomorrow is the National Day. Our Babaozhai will launch a new Su-style dim sum tomorrow. We welcome you to try it when you have time and exchange ideas. [smile]

Ling Guangzhao: [Picture]

Ling Guangzhao: [Picture]

Ling Guangzhao: [Picture]

Ling Guangzhao: [Picture]

Ling Guangzhao: [Picture]

Ling Guangzhao: Babaozhai is the first to launch these pastries. If you are interested but don’t have time, you can chat with me privately, and I can send staff to deliver them to your door. [smile]

Lu Sheng: It looks really good [smile]

Pei Shenghua: Oh, it looks good.

Pei Shenghua: I also took some good dishes recently and sent them here for you to see.

Pei Shenghua: [picture]

Pei Shenghua: [picture]

Pei Shenghua: [picture]

Jiang Feng, who was hit hard when he opened WeChat casually: ...

Forget it, block Pei Shenghua first, Ling Guangzhao's marketing account is not bad compared to him.

Jiang Feng, who had closed the group chat, was about to turn off his phone and go to sleep, when he suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen who sent him the message just now, so he swiped down a little and saw Wang Hao from a bunch of blocked group chats.

Wang Hao: Brother Feng, Brother Feng, are you there?

Wang Hao: Brother Feng, Brother Feng, Brother Feng, are you asleep?

Wang Hao: Father, have you gone to bed yet?

Look at this attitude!

Jiang Feng: Didn't go to bed.

Wang Hao: Father, please save my son!

Jiang Feng thought for a while and put out a question mark.

Wang Hao: Father, am I going to Peking for an internship soon? I have a task at hand now, and it can be easily solved with a little effort from you, Father.

Wang Hao: Isn’t our company an advertising company? Occasionally we also do some promotion business. This kind of small promotion business is thrown to us interns. It is a public account promotion of an author who hit the street, called: .asxs.ttttttt Ton. This author is writing about gourmet articles. I wondered if you have a lot of followers on Taifenglou’s official account and Weibo. Help me promote it.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

When I'm free, I don't give me likes when I post on Moments. At this time, I think of me.

Oh, roommate.

Jiang Feng: I am not in charge of the official account and Weibo.

Wang Hao: [picture]

Wang Hao: Father, save the child, it costs 200 yuan for a task!

Jiang Feng: Don't save me, get lost.

Jiang Feng held his phone and waited for two minutes. Wang Hao didn't reply to the message. The interface kept showing that the other party was typing, but he didn't see the message for a long time.

Jiang Feng waited for another two minutes, and Wang Hao called directly from WeChat.

"Hello, Brother Feng." Wang Hao's familiar voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Feng was still immersed in the emperor's script and did not come out.

"That, this, it's like this, me, isn't this an internship? Isn't our company in Beiping? I've been talking on the Internet some time ago, I wrote something and passed it to our company, and I'm quite satisfied, so my country celebrates After that, I might go to your place in Peking." Wang Hao said.

When Jiang Feng heard that it was a good thing, he immediately relaxed his vigilance: "You want me to help you find a house?"

"The house is not a problem. Our company has staff dormitories. The problem now is that my dad only pays me living expenses on the 15th."

"The ticket to Peking is really too expensive. After buying the ticket yesterday, I only have 9.67 left."

"Brother Feng, can you manage the meals until the 15th?"

Jiang Feng: ...

He felt that blackmailing Pei Shenghua could be put aside for now, and blackmailing Wang Hao was the top priority.

"What did you call me?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Father, my most respected and beloved father!"

"Take care of the meal."

"Thank you, father! My son will say goodbye."