Life is a Game

"...I rarely see a Sichuan chef who uses ingredients so boldly. Although Ms. Wu Minqi looks very indifferent and she is reticent during interviews, she uses ingredients unexpectedly boldly and unrestrainedly, with enthusiasm like fire."

"I was shocked by the Maoxuewang I ate at the table the day before. The large chunks of duck blood, Maodu, ham sausage and bean sprouts were almost all wrapped in red oil, dried chili and peppercorns. Every The same ingredients are dyed deep red, and every bite stimulates my taste buds, making my mouth salivate continuously, as if taking a deep breath can suck the spicy taste in my mouth all the way down the esophagus into the stomach middle."

"At first I thought it was because the young female chef was nervous that the ingredients were a little heavy, but a visit to the kitchen a few days later broke my idea-she was not nervous and made the ingredients a little heavy, just On the contrary, she cut lightly because of nervousness."

Reading is different from reading a book. When reading, you can see ten lines at a glance, but when reading, you have to read aloud, which makes the originally short article appear very long. Jiang Feng felt that his mouth was almost dry, and he had only read half of this article.

There was only one person left in front, Jiang Feng took a breath, told Grandma Jiang that he needed to add two eggs to his pancakes, and then he was going to read on.

Reading this kind of article on an empty stomach makes me feel hungry.

It seems that the second half has to be speeded up. It is torture for him to read this kind of article while smelling the smell of pancakes and fruits.

Torture!

"Grandma, remember to tell me to put more hot sauce on my pancakes," Jiang Feng added.

"Got it, the boss has three pancakes and fruits, one with all, one with two eggs, one with nothing, and the one with two eggs with a bit more spicy." Grandma Jiang said to the boss angrily, and took out her own pancake. Small wallets have to pay.

Grandma Jiang felt very dissatisfied when she saw that Jiang Feng stopped and watched her pay for the magazine instead of reading the magazine.

When righteous thoughts reach a wonderful place, there will be a turning point immediately. Why not read them properly?

"Xiaofeng, keep reading. After finishing reading, grandma will buy you bean juice." Grandma Jiang said.

Jiang Feng: ...

"Grandma, I want to drink soy milk."

"Okay, drink soy milk, and finish reading the article first." Grandma Jiang's expression and tone at this time were as if she was coaxing her three-year-old grandson, full of perfunctory, and even prolonging the good words.

"Ma Po tofu is the ultimate feast of the combination of spicy and hemp. White tofu in red soup can spread the spicy and numbing feeling from the tip of the tongue to the root of the tongue as long as the tip of the tongue touches it. It lingers in the mouth for a long time. The advantages of this cooking method are obvious. The ingredients are bold and the taste is strong. The taste of the dishes can quickly capture the taste buds of the diners and leave an unforgettable impression on the diners. For light diners, this unique and bold way of cooking dishes will be a new experience and challenge for every diner.”

"The corresponding shortcomings are also obvious. Nowadays, there are many novelty-hunting restaurants deliberately making some extremely spicy dishes to attract people's attention, and even ignoring the taste of the dishes themselves for the sake of pure spiciness. I personally feel very sorry for this kind of behavior of putting the cart before the horse. I don't appreciate it, I don't even think those dishes are dishes, it may just be a mixture of pure chili piled up together. This extreme approach makes it supposed to be an embellishment, auxiliary or promotion, for people to enjoy The spiciness of a dish becomes pure misery."

"This is the shortcoming of this mapo tofu. There is often only a thin line between the pain and enjoyment of dishes that pursue the ultimate taste. As far as this mapo tofu itself is concerned, I personally think it is a failure. Just entered When I was eating, the pain brought by the spicy far exceeded the unique enjoyment brought by the unique taste of this dish. Although after the initial spicy taste faded away, I could faintly taste some aftertaste hidden behind the pepper and peppercorns. But the aftertaste alone doesn't make me give this dish a passing grade."

"Although the dishes are not up to standard, I personally appreciate Ms. Wu Minqi's unique way of cooking. It is bold and unique, with a very distinctive personal color. I have rarely seen this kind of cooking among the younger generation of chefs. Chefs who can put their own special labels on their dishes."

"The balance and adjustment between the spicy and the original taste of the dishes, the thin line between the special and the painful, I believe this will be the biggest problem that Ms. Wu Minqi will face in the days to come. And she will undoubtedly become a very good And a unique Sichuan cuisine chef may discover a new path that belongs to her alone, and I hope that an old man like me can see this day in my lifetime."

Jiang Feng finished reading.

He felt that his pancakes were a little cold.

Wu Minqi's exclusive interview is actually very short and occupies very few pages. It may be because Wu Minqi didn't tell Xu Cheng any stories that could make him lose his words. Xu Cheng basically described the characteristics of Wu Minqi's cooking and what he felt were the shortcomings of Wu Minqi's dishes.

There were hundreds of meaningless words at the beginning, and Jiang Feng felt that that might be the limit of Xu Chengshui's words.

Because the article is not long, Wu Minqi's photos are very large, especially the full body photo. Jiang Feng's photo only took up 1/4 of a sheet of paper, Wu Minqi's photo took up 1/2 and left a lot of blank space. Xu Cheng even put two photos of Wu Minqi on the board in order to make up enough space. Do whatever it takes.

No wonder Grandma Jiang wanted to listen to Wu Minqi's exclusive interview. Two photos of people and two photos of dishes, there are more photos than others.

For Grandma Jiang, who only looks at pictures, this interview must be more attractive than the others.

Aside from these things, Xu Cheng's article is actually full of dry goods, pointing out Wu Minqi's biggest problem right now.

Her menu is too simple.

This is a good thing and a bad thing, a chef can specialize in one cuisine, but it never hurts to learn more about others. Every chef dreams of being able to combine the strengths of each family, but Jiang Chengde is the only one who can really do it.

Wu Minqi's specialization in one cuisine is a bit more extreme than other chefs' specialization in one cuisine. Sichuan cuisine does not only have spicy dishes, but Wu Minqi is only good at spicy dishes.

When she cooks other dishes, she seems a little timid. Only when she cooks spicy dishes can she let her hands and feet go, and she can even be called unscrupulous.

As Xu Cheng said at the end of the article, there is only a thin line between specialness and pain. Currently, the spicy dishes made by Wu Minqi with complete freedom are obviously more painful than special.

That's why she left her own restaurant and didn't go back, and her grandfather didn't follow her to learn, so she ran all the way to Taifeng Tower. Part of the reason is for falling in love, but it’s not just for falling in love. She needs to learn something other than spicy Sichuan cuisine, and needs experienced chefs with superb cooking skills to help her guide her way.

Although it doesn't seem to be effective so far, she has been working hard.

Jiang Feng could only hope that Qiqi, his family, would have some insight after reading Xu Cheng's article.

The typesetting of this issue of "Zhiwei" is very interesting. It is arranged according to the length of the article. The shorter the article, the higher the front. Jiang Feng roughly flipped it while eating the pancake fruit. The first half can almost be called a special issue of Taifenglou It's just that a Coulee was mixed in.

The order is Wu Minqi, Zhang Guanghang, Gu Li, Jiang Feng, and the interview with Taifenglou who came out of nowhere.

Yes, Xu Cheng wrote an article about Taifeng Building.

Jiang Feng glanced roughly, as if he was talking about the special dishes of two old men, Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo. He should have added a little bit of the history and origin of Taifeng Tower, but he didn't know when Xu Chen interviewed the two old men.

It was quite long, almost comparable to Jiang Feng's interview. You know, Xu Chengke wrote Jiang Feng's interview into a short story, and most of the space was used to tell the touching story between Li Mingyi and Jiang Huiqin.

Jiang Feng was squatting on the side of the road while flipping through "Zhiwei" and eating pancakes, while Wu Minqi was sitting at the stall eating sugar cakes. There was only a little less soy juice in the bowl, and she seemed to want to try again, to see if she could drink two more sips of soy juice.

When Jiang Feng ate half of the pancakes, Wu Minqi finally gave up and got up. It took dozens of seconds to lock onto Jiang Feng who was squatting on the side of the road while reading a magazine while eating pancakes.

And Grandma Jiang, who was squatting next to Jiang Feng, eating pancakes and looking at pictures in magazines.

Wu Minqi had been so engrossed in fighting the bean juice that she didn't notice that Jiang Feng had already read the magazine to Grandma Jiang for more than 10 minutes.

"Grandma Jiang." Wu Minqi stepped forward to greet Grandma Jiang.

"Qiqi, let me just say, why does Xiaofeng only buy one pancake fruit when she comes here alone. If you want to buy it, ask Xiaofeng to help you buy it together, and you have to come here later to buy it yourself. Look at the new queue, which is quite long again." Grandma Jiang had been listening carefully to Jiang Feng reading magazines to her, and she didn't notice that Wu Minqi was drinking soybean juice at the stall next door.

"Grandma Jiang, I was at the stall next door just now, and I've already finished eating." Wu Minqi said.

"Oh, finish eating, right? It'll be fine after eating." Grandma Jiang smiled authentically, and looked at Jiang Feng, "Hurry up, Xiaofeng, and I want Kiki to wait for you. Why is a boy eating so slowly?" Hey, it’s not like your cousins ​​at all. Sigh, but you’ve been like this since you were a child. Your cousins ​​ate and finished eating in a hurry, and you ate slowly behind. Take it slow. Sometimes the noodles in the morning are made by your grandfather, and Dede will steal yours. You are also a fool, and you can’t even protect a bowl of noodles.”

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Grandma, do you still remember that I didn't eat pancakes for the first time because I was reading a magazine for someone?

Also, isn't it normal for Brother De to be unable to defend himself when he wants to grab his noodles?

Jiang Feng speeded up the speed of eating the pancake fruit.

Jiang Feng didn't speak, and Grandma Jiang began to praise Wu Minqi: "Qiqi, I've seen all the articles that praised you in this magazine, and it's in this one. I just went to the newsstand to buy it, and Xiaofeng read it to you. I listened."

"It says that your cooking is delicious, spicy and unique, different from ordinary chefs." Grandma Jiang automatically filtered out Xu Chen's words that Wu Minqi's dishes were not good.

"Okay, I won't tell you here anymore. I have to go to deliver pancakes and fruits to your grandma Chen. They are far away from them. It's not as convenient as I bought them for her here. It happened that I went over and asked her to take the leftovers. Read the article for me."

"If you want me to say that the literacy class I was in when I was young was not good enough, I was fooling around, let us learn to write one, two, three and names and then let us go. If they taught us literacy in a serious way and taught us to read , How can I not even read magazines now?"

Jiang Feng: ...

If he remembers correctly, the version that Comrade Zhao Lanhua told him back then was that the literacy class caught children everywhere, no matter how old they were, they had to be caught and locked in the house to learn to write. The bottom line is to learn one, two, three and write their own names. Just let them go, and all the children were crying and yelling, unwilling to go there.

At that time, Comrade Zhao Lanhua could portray the image of the literacy class as a cruel prison, and he was short of telling Jiang Feng that if he could not learn to write, he would have to use salt water, a leather whip, and a tiger stool.

Now she actually blamed the literacy class for leaving her early.

Oh, grandma.

"You said yes, Xiaofeng. Grandma was smart before. She learned to write one, two, three and her own name very quickly. She learned it first." Grandma Jiang looked at Jiang Feng again.

Jiang Feng's mouth was full of pancakes and he couldn't speak, so he could only nod frantically to express his affirmation of Grandma Jiang's false lies.

"Hey, your grandma, if I hadn't had a lot of poor girls in my family when I was young, if I could go to school, I might have been admitted to college. I won't tell you, I'll go to your grandma Chen first." Grandma Jiang was ready after bragging Run away.

Jiang Feng swallowed the last bite of pancake fruit.

Choked.