Life is a Game

Ji Xue was dealing with her newly brought casserole. This casserole was obviously old. Not only did it look a little old on the outside, but the color inside had also completely changed. Obviously, it was used frequently, just like those purple clay teapots that have been used for boiling medicine for many years.

Ji Xue was processing a small lump of honey, which was stored in Taifeng Building because it was needed for making Watanhuadiao chicken.

There is a thick layer of honey on the outer layer of Watan Huadiao Chicken, which is much thicker than ordinary vegetables brushed with honey. The reason is that when making Watan Huadiao Chicken, not only do you need to brush a layer of ordinary liquid honey on the outside, but you also need to knead lumps of honey into small pieces and stick them on it.

The chunks of honey will melt when heated, and because the melting speed is very slow, it will slowly adhere to the surface of the chicken. Two different types of honey are blended to form a thick outer layer of honey to lock the pottery chicken firmly. Only Mr. Tan Weizhou can think of this method.

Watan Huadiao Chicken has relatively high requirements for honey, and the two types of honey currently used in Taifeng House were determined by Ji Xue after repeated experiments.

But now Ji Xue didn't handle the chicken, she didn't even take out the chicken, there was only an empty casserole in front of her.

"What are you doing with the honey now? Haven't you started processing the chicken yet? It's inconvenient for your hands to be dirty. Would you like me to bring the chicken over?" Jiang Feng asked, "When will your friend come over? I'm afraid The waiter may not be at work, let Xia Xia pick him up at the door."

"She...she should be here soon. She's just going to the hotel to drop off her luggage and take care of some things. Maybe twenty or thirty minutes." Ji Xue was a little uncertain, and her hands didn't stop.

"Alright, I'll ask Xia Xia to pick her up at the door in about 20 minutes." Jiang Feng nodded, ready to go back and teach Ji Xia how to make Zhajiang noodles, "I happened to teach Xiaxia how to make Zhajiang noodles today, and Xiaxia will make them for her then A bowl, and show your friends your sister's craftsmanship."

"Hmm." Ji Xue nodded with a smile, pressed the lid of the casserole with her left hand to keep it stable, and spread the chunks of honey that had just been processed a little closer to the edge of the lid.

Jiang Feng:! ! !

What is Ji Xue doing with honey on the lid of the casserole?

Is there honey on the lid of the casserole of the Watanhuadiao chicken they made?

Jiang Feng seriously recalled the video teaching he had watched. He didn't have any impression, but it might really be there. The casserole used by Tan Weizhou is an old casserole that has been used for many years. The inner layer has long been dyed a deep color, even the lid, which is the same as the current casserole.

If it was just a little honey and not a lot on the lid, Jiang Feng might not have noticed.

Could it be that this was the first time Ji Xue saw it?

What kind of eyes are these? Only then can you see such an inconspicuous thing on the cover at a glance.

Jiang Feng felt as if he had grasped the essence of the Watan Huadiao Chicken. He only needed to stare at the inside of the lid a few times when he went back to watch the video teaching, and he could see the mystery.

Jiang Feng looked back at Ji Xue again. She seemed not very satisfied with the honey she had just applied, so she wiped it off and started to process the honey again.

Jiang Feng returned to his cooking station, and Ji Xia tasted the yellow sauce and sweet noodle sauce according to his instructions, and obviously preferred the sweet noodle sauce.

Jiang Feng had to tell with the naked eye that there was less sauce in the two bowls.

"Xia Xia, you really have to eat less. It doesn't matter if you eat more. It's better not to eat snacks." Jiang Feng said earnestly. He was really worried that Xia Xia would develop in the direction of his two cousins.

It's nothing else, Jiang Feng doesn't discriminate against fat people, he is an outlier in Jiang's family.

The main reason was that Xia Xia was already a bad girl. If she really grew up to the tonnage of Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing, Jiang Feng was a little worried that if there were differences in teaching in the future, he might not be able to beat her.

Ji Xia looked at Jiang Feng in confusion, and then at the sweet noodle sauce in front of him.

snack?

It turns out that Peking calls this a snack.

Jiang Feng returned to the right track and continued to complete his unfinished teaching tasks. He took some sweet noodle sauce and put it in a bowl, mixed the previously processed ingredients with the sauce, and fried it in a pan.

Deep-fried sauce is actually a very troublesome thing. Although it is dry-fried in a small bowl, it takes a lot of time because it can only be fried with low heat. It also requires people to watch by the side all the time, which really tests the chef's patience and attention.

Jiang Feng paid attention to the time while frying the sauce. He felt that there was nothing to teach Ji Xia when frying the sauce. When it was time to cook the sauce, he had to do it himself, practice it, and feel it. Summarize experience in failure, but it might as well be that some people are very talented and have no chance to fail, let alone sum up the experience of failure.

Because there is nothing to explain, the process of frying the sauce becomes even more boring. Ji Xia had nothing to eat or listen to, so he could only stare at the fried sauce in the pot, watching it dry out a little bit, and he didn't dare to disturb Jiang Feng for fear of affecting his fried sauce. For a moment, he felt like he was back in the school classroom.

Jiang Feng looked at the time, and when the 20 minutes were up, he said to Ji Xia: "Your sister's friend should be here soon, Xia Xia, go to the door to pick him up. This sauce will be fried for a while, and come back when you pick up the man, maybe you can still eat it." Catch up with the fried sauce and get it out of the pot, let you see how deep it needs to be fried to get out of the pot."

"Good master!" Ji Xia ran out of the kitchen cheerfully like a student who had finally dismissed a math class after 45 minutes.

Jiang Feng continued to watch the pot of fried soy sauce boredly. He could understand Ji Xia's feelings, and he also felt that going outside to pick up people was much more interesting than looking at the pot of fried soy sauce.

At least the pick-up person can still see the road outside when he stands at the door. The cars on the road move more than the fried sauce in the pot.

When he fried the sauce for the first time, he had no experience and added too much, and he almost died in front of the pot.

It took more than 20 minutes for Ji Xia to pick it up. Jiang Feng felt that the fried sauce in the pot was almost ready, and it would be dry if it was fried further down, but he didn't see her back.

Jiang Feng was feeling regretful in his heart. Xia Xia couldn't see that the fried sauce made a mistake this time and missed an opportunity. Next time, she had to follow him through the whole process, staring at the fried sauce in the pot with nothing to do, watching it fry to the right heat to get another chance. Seeing the opportunity to cook the fried sauce, Ji Xia came back.

"Master, I sent people to their seats." Ji Xia was still holding something in his hand when he came back.

"What are you holding in your hand?" Jiang Feng asked.

Ji Xia spread out her hands, holding a piece of Dove chocolate.

"That sister gave it to me just now." Ji Xia said.

Jiang Feng smiled, and asked Ji Xia to put the chocolate far away, if it was too close to the pot, it would turn into chocolate sauce when the temperature was too high.

After another few tens of seconds, Jiang Feng felt that the time had come, so he turned off the fire and stirred the fried sauce in the pot.

"Have you smelled it? It's probably the scent that can come out of the pot. It's useless to just look at the fried sauce, you have to smell it. When you can't see it with the naked eye, you can smell it with your nose." Jiang Feng said.

Ji Xia took a closer look and smelled it, and felt that the noodles with fried sauce must be delicious, after all, fried sauce is so fragrant.

Ji Xue's side has already started making pottery chicken. Jiang Feng reckoned that Ji Xue's side would take some time to cook, so he didn't ask Ji Xia to make stretched noodles now.

Jiang Feng walked towards Ji Xue.

"Ji Xue, the menu is not open yet, and your friend can't order. How about I make her some casual dishes so she can try our Taifeng Building's signature dishes?" Jiang Feng shamelessly put a golden strip on his face. , as if Taifenglou's signature dishes are all made by him.

"There's no need to be so troublesome, she's alone. In fact, I'll make her a Watan Huadiao Chicken, and then Xia Xia will make her a small bowl of noodles with fried sauce. It's enough, and she may not be able to finish it." Ji Xue declined .

Jiang Feng also thought it made sense: "How about this, I'll make her a crab-stuffed orange. You go out to eat with her after cooking. It's not good for your friend to leave her on the dining table to eat alone. It happens that I make three crab-stuffed oranges at a time, one for each of you and one for Xia Xia. This dish is a seasonal dish, and it will be gone after this period of time. Since your friend has come to Taifeng Building, she must make more Try a few special dishes, you are the chef of our restaurant, so you can't be the first to lose your reputation."

"Thank you." Ji Xue thanked.

Jiang Feng returned to the cooking table again, and said to Ji Xia, "Xia Xia, go and pick three oranges for me, and I will teach you how to make oranges with crab."

"Master, aren't we making fried noodles now?" Ji Xia asked.

"There's no rush for fried noodles, first make crab stuffed oranges, and then we'll make fried noodles," Jiang Feng said.

"Oh." Ji Xia obediently went to pick the oranges, but couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Master is good at everything, but this idea changed too quickly. One second he said it was like this, and the next second he changed it.

Master is really a fickle person.