Life is a Game

Sun Jikai led Jiang Feng to the bathroom on the second floor. Lin Cuihua (Sun Jikai's mother) saw him when he came out of the back kitchen.

"What's the matter with Xiao Kai, he ran away last night, and now he's hanging out with those cronies of his, leading his friends around on whatever occasion." Lin Cuihua complained.

Sun Changping didn't speak.

He has always had a good temper, and it was rare for him to quarrel with Lin Cuihua last time. Now that Sun Guanyun's funeral is over, everything is going well, and he has returned to his previous state.

Lin Cuihua gave Sun Changping a white look, not only hating his character that mud can't support a wall, but also thankful that he is a character that mud can't support a wall, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to catch him to death all these years.

To be honest, when Sun Changping got angry yesterday, Lin Cuihua was actually a little scared, so much so that he had to go through it in his heart before speaking. However, she saw that Sun Changping had returned to his original state today, not to mention he didn't take him seriously, and her attitude towards him returned to its previous appearance.

"What are you doing standing here stupidly? Your brother has been talking around Mr. Chang for so long, even if you can't speak up, you have to listen by the side, don't hurry up!" Lin Cuihua whispered, although the voice The tone is small but high.

"I don't know Mr. Chang well. The company and Mr. Chang have always been in contact with Chang Ning. What am I going to do? I can't understand what they are saying." Sun Changping muttered and moved slowly.

"Wait, who is sitting at that table? Why are there only three people?" Lin Cuihua pointed to Jiang Weiguo's table.

Sun Changping took a look and saw Jiang Weiguo, Sun Maocai and Wu Minqi at that table happened to be three generations old, so he thought they were a family.

Sun Changping thought for a while, and said, "It should be a regular diner, maybe a family, who came here specially."

"When I was working as a manager in the store, I met someone in the middle age. He always came to eat in the store." Sun Changping added that his biggest advantage is his good memory, as long as he remembers it, he will basically never forget it.

Lin Cuihua nodded and didn't care, and complained: "Assistant Wang is really serious. If you ask him to invite some old diners over, he invites everyone, and even opens a table just for them."

On the other side, Sun Jikai sent Jiang Feng to the toilet door and returned.

He was right, there were indeed no waiters on the second floor, and they didn't bump into any of them along the way.

The lights are on but no one is there, which feels like a horror movie. If the lights are darker, it will be more like.

Jiang Feng quickly walked into the toilet cubicle, closed the door, opened the property panel, found the side mission just released in the game and received it.

[Beautiful Memories] For a generation of Cantonese cuisine master Sun Maocai, Jubaolou is not only the place where he lived and grew up, but also the place where he lived and got along with his master and brothers in his childhood and adolescence. With the passage of time, no matter how many memories Sun Maocai had of the past, he began to gradually forget it. The missing memory is hard to get back, just like the past that can't be returned, please help Sun Maocai find at least one missing memory.

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Task reminder: There are many ways to complete this task, and the degree of freedom is extremely high. Please play to your heart's content and don't make any dangerous moves.

mission rewards:

A Memory of Sun Maocai

A memory fragment of Sun Maocai

Jiang Feng:?

One task, two rewards.

But what is this memory fragment?

part 1?

Can there be unfinished memory?

Jiang Feng clicked his tongue a little, propped his chin and read the details of the mission again, feeling that the mission was different from what he had just thought.

According to the general rules of the game's release of side missions, side missions are randomly triggered by specific characters. In other words, what he did with someone just now may trigger related tasks.

Before he entered the toilet, he always thought that this side mission was for him to help Sun Jikai complete the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon. The task requirement may be how many diners change their minds, or how many old diners' affirmation and appreciation, etc. This kind of handy, pie-in-the-sky good task.

As a result, the game told him that the dropped side mission was to help Sun Maocai find his memory.

What does this kind of mission have to do with the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon?

When Sun Guanyun made the Eight-treasure Chestnut Pigeon, Sun Maocai had been away from Jubaolou for almost 20 years, and the two could not be matched at all.

Jiang Feng felt that he was at a loss and shouldn't have agreed so readily. The relationship between him and Sun Jikai is not strong enough to allow him to sneak into the back kitchen of Jubao Building to work in the name of the boss behind Taifeng Building, or work anonymously.

With a heart that I think I have lost a hundred million, Jiang Feng went downstairs sadly, and walked into the back kitchen of Jubao Building.

The Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon is almost out of the pot.

Although it was a loss, the promise to Sun Jikai must be done well.

Not to mention that Sun Jikai invited him and Wu Minqi to have a meal last night. Although he only ordered 5 dishes, the meal was quite expensive, and he didn't lose much if he rounded it up.

Since Jiang Feng became the real boss of Taifeng Building, he usually treats guests with him. It has been a long time since he has enjoyed the joy of being treated by others.

The eight-treasure chestnut pigeon is out of the pot.

Although the Babao Chestnut Pigeon before thickening looks similar to the one after thickening, it is not at the same level in terms of fragrance or taste. Thickening is the soul of Babao Chestnut Pigeon. If thickening is not enough, it is lack of soul.

Dishes can be bad, but they can't be soulless.

If the master of Jubaolou cooks seriously, his cooking skills are quite good.

At least these Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeons in front of them are not bad.

The gravy is still boiling in the pot, and although the pigeon is out of the pot, it is still not the best time to thicken the gravy. Jiang Feng still had a leisurely chat with Sun Jikai, and praised the chefs in their restaurant for being better than he had imagined.

"Wow, who is in charge of making the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon? This whole bone-removing technique is better than mine!" Jiang Feng exclaimed.

"The technique of pine needles is also good!"

"The heat is well controlled!"

"I just don't know what the stuffing is like." Jiang Feng wanted to cut open the belly of the pigeon with a knife to see how the stuffing was mixed.

"Anyway, there are some leftovers. You can take one out and study it alone after all the cornstarch is thickened and served on the table. No, anyway, you can serve it on the table later, and you will know if you eat it." Sun Jikai laughed, thinking Know how the chef's craft is to know it once you taste it.

Jiang Feng nodded and stopped chatting, and began to concentrate on thickening the rice.

The Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeons were thickened one by one, and then served on the table one by one by a special person.

According to the rules of Jubaolou, if there is a chestnut pigeon with eight treasures on a table, then the chestnut pigeon with eight treasures will be the first dish to be served. That is to say, the serving of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon signaled the beginning of the banquet.

Most of the people present here are regular customers of Jubaolou. Naturally, it can be seen that what the waiter is holding is the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon. Even if the cover has not been removed, it can be seen from the shape of the container.

"Hey, when Mr. Sun was still cooking, how could we have seen this scene. A large table of people each served a piece of Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon. A regular customer of the Jubaolou sighed, with a bit of regret and a bit of regret.

"One for each person. It would be nice if there were two or three copies for a table with as many people as us. At that time, Jubao Lou only sold a few copies of Babao Chestnut Pigeon a day? It was even harder to grab than Buddha jumping over the wall!" The person next to him He echoed, "It's a pity, Mr. Sun has already left, we won't be able to eat even if we want to."

"But I heard that Taifeng Building in Beiping also sells Babao Chestnut Pigeons. The taste is quite authentic. But it's hard to grab. I don't go to Peiping often. I have a friend who is from Peiping. He Tell me that if Changju Beiping is willing to grab it, he can still grab it." Another person said.

"I have eaten the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon in Taifeng Building. The taste is quite authentic, but it is not the same taste as Sun Lao made back then. It is still a bit worse. No, it is not the same taste, it is different." Initially sighed The man said stubbornly, "It's just different from what Elder Sun did."

"How can this be the same? How can the same chef make dishes with the same taste." A bystander laughed, and turned to ask the person who mentioned Taifeng Tower, "It happens that I plan to go to Peking next month. Let me ask your friend how to order the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon in Taifeng Building, and I will see if I can get it."

Just when several people were discussing intensely, the waiter served their table.

"Several gentlemen are sorry, because the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon needs to be thickened one by one, so there will be intervals in serving time. We will serve in clockwise order, please don't mind."

Then he gave the Eight Treasures Chestnut Pigeon to the lucky one who was closest to him, that is, the former regular visitor of Jubao Lou who sighed at first and felt that the Eight Treasures Chestnut Pigeon made by Jiang Feng was different from the one made by Sun Guanyun back then.

The former regular customer of Jubaolou had no interest in the Eight-treasure Chestnut Pigeon. After all, he knew very well the level of the Eight-treasure Chestnut Pigeon produced by Jubaolou over the years.

Originally, he just wanted to simply attend Sun Guanyun's funeral, so he didn't want to come to this dinner. But at the funeral just now, he met some meal friends who used to share a table together in Jubaolou. It had been a long time since he had seen each other and wanted to have a chat. It happened that he had nothing to do at night, so he came to the dinner.

He took the knife from the waiter and cut open the belly of the pigeon himself with the knife.

The fragrance is overflowing and familiar, as if it was the smell in the original memory.

A regular customer in front of Jubao Building suspects that something is wrong with his nose.

But he quickly gave an explanation. Today is Sun Guanyun's funeral. Seeing such a familiar dish, he was touched by the scene and felt nostalgic in his heart, so it is normal to feel that the taste smells like his favorite taste.

Thinking of this, he scooped up a spoonful of the filling with a spoon.

The diners in front of Jubao Building were stunned.

If the nose can go wrong, can the tongue also go wrong?

If there is really a problem, he is willing to have such a problem for the rest of his life.

"Hey, the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon looks pretty good today, how does it taste?" asked someone else.

The diners in front of the Treasure Tower didn't have time to answer and didn't have time to answer. His mouth was too busy, and he didn't even have time to eat. How could he find the time to answer such nonsense.

In this way, he took one bite after another, one bite after another, each bite was smaller than the other, just like a chicken pecking at rice, bit by bit he used a small spoon to empty out the bulging belly of the pigeon that was stuffed.

As the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeons were brought to the table, the number of people chatting gradually decreased. Everyone was busy eating, doubting their own tongues, and thanking their tongues at the same time.

The audience fell into silence, leaving only a group of people buried in eating.

Even Sun Guanyun's two sons, Sun Changping and Sun Changning, were in shock.

They couldn't be more clear about the level of the chefs in Jubaolou. The Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon can be made well, and all the steps before thickening the sauce can be called perfect, which is the true biography of Sun Guanyun. Not to mention that today's Babao Chestnut Pigeon is in charge of Sun Guanyun's big apprentice. He has been doing Babao Chestnut Pigeon for more than ten years since he was a student, and he can do anything except thicken it.

But everyone knows that if you can't thicken the Babao Chestnut Pigeon, you just can't.

Without the thickening, the Babao Chestnut Pigeon is just an ordinary stewed pigeon stuffed with ingredients in the belly of the pigeon that tastes good.

With thickening, it is called Babao Chestnut Pigeon.

In the past few years, Jubaolou has always sold stewed pigeons.

Today, the stewed pigeon has suddenly become the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon.

Sun Changping burst into tears as he ate, and an extremely absurd guess came to his mind.

Today is the day of his father's burial, could it be that these eight-treasure chestnut pigeons are his father appearing tonight?

Jiang Feng in the back kitchen suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and shivered.

He has already thickened all the eight-treasure chestnut pigeons that need to be thickened, and now he and Sun Jikai are eating a portion of eight-treasure chestnut pigeons.

Jiang Feng said that he would eat two servings of Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon today.

No, three servings!

He felt that this was probably the most delicious eight-treasure chestnut pigeon he had ever made in his life.

Of course, he didn't make these eight-treasure chestnut pigeons, he was in charge of thickening the corn, and all the previous steps were done by Sun Guanyun's great apprentice, Qiu Fu.

Qiu Fu is Sun Guanyun's big apprentice, and he is also the chef with the best cooking skills in the back kitchen of Jubaolou. In terms of skill alone, he was much better than Jiang Feng.

Over the years, he has always wanted to make the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon of the level of his master Sun Guanyun, and he has put a lot of effort into this dish. All the steps before thickening can be called as perfect as fire.

It's a pity that he didn't hang up, and Sun Guanyun didn't teach, and the last step of thickening has never been mastered.

Qiu Fu's craftsmanship, coupled with Jiang Feng's thickening of the corn, restored the original taste of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon by mistake.

Of course, neither Jiang Feng nor Sun Jikai, who were feasting in the back kitchen, realized this.

Whether Jiang Feng had only eaten it once or the improved version, he couldn't remember the original taste clearly.

Sun Jikai has been numb since he was a snack, and he doesn't feel anything at all, but simply thinks that the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon tastes quite good this time.

The two of them didn't realize that there was already an earthquake in the hall.

Babao Chestnut Pigeon is made of pigeons, no matter how full the stomach is, it is still a pigeon. Just like that, the smaller portion was eaten faster, not only the stuffing in it was finished, but also the squab with no meat, and almost licked up the gravy.

The first diner who finished eating had a face full of who am I, am I in the fairy world, and now I raised my head as if floating in the clouds, and found that everyone hadn't finished eating, only he had finished eating, and I couldn't help but feel sad and sad.

He doesn't care why Jubaolou suddenly made the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon. Anyway, he is a diner, and he only needs to pay for the bill and eat with his head down.

The first diner to finish sighed.

With such a delicious Eight Treasures Chestnut Pigeon, I am afraid that Jubaolou will be restored to its former grand occasion. I just don't know what year and month it will be until I finish this meal and grab the next one. Those who didn't come to the dinner today are really at a loss.

Wait, those who didn't come to the dinner party!

The eyes of the first diner who finished eating were brightened, and he felt as if he had found a broad road leading to the light.

The Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon at the end of the avenue was flapping its wings at him.

He waved to the waiter next to him, and asked in a low voice, "You still have the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon left in your kitchen. It doesn't matter if it tastes cold. If you have any, can you give me another one?"

The waiter was taken aback for a moment, and said, "It seems to be there, I'll ask."

"Waiter, serve me another one too!" The person next to him hurriedly said.

"You haven't finished your own portion yet!" The person next to him was dissatisfied.

The man showed everyone on the spot what it means to take a pigeon at a bite.

Deskmate: ...

The waiter counted the number of people who wanted a second order, and ran to the back kitchen window.

The little worker in charge of delivering the message ran to find Sun Jikai again.

"Boss, there are customers outside who want to order another Babao Chestnut Pigeon. There are 11 customers, no, 12, no, 16, 19, 23... A total of 27 customers want a second order, Look at..."

Sun Jikai glanced at the remaining eight-treasure chestnut pigeons: "There are still 32 copies here, please ask the waiter to make a clear count and explain the situation, so as not to cause conflicts at that time."

Then Sun Jikai looked at Jiang Feng, who was eating pigeons.

Jiang Feng:?

You have to work overtime as a freelancer, Boss Sun, you are a bit too much!

Jiang Feng swallowed the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon slowly, with a serious face: "There are only 30 copies."

Sun Jikai:?

"I want three servings!"