Life is a Game

Jiang Feng, a humble worker, still didn't get three servings—he only got two servings.

Because Sun Maocai was too late to apply for the second place, Jiang Feng could only reluctantly give up his third place as a gift to Sun Maocai.

Jiang Feng didn't understand, Sun Maocai, a grand master of Cantonese cuisine, couldn't cook what he wanted to eat, so he insisted on grabbing his third portion.

Even though Sun Maocai ate two side missions and failed to complete them, it is obvious that the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon could not remind Sun Maocai of the gradually forgotten memories.

When Jiang Feng returned to the dinner table and began to eat like a normal diner who came to the dinner party, the dinner was already halfway through. When he just came out of the back kitchen, he felt that the atmosphere in the lobby was different from before. After he was seated, he could feel the difference more intuitively.

hapiness.

Everyone is happy, with a smile on their face, a smile of contentment, a smile of happiness. When Jiang Feng passed by a table just now, he overheard the guests at the table talking about the Babao Chestnut Pigeon. It was obvious that the happiness was given to them by the Babao Chestnut Pigeon.

Food is one of the convenient ways for human beings to directly obtain happiness.

"Qiqi, did something happen here just now?" Jiang Feng couldn't wait to ask after he sat down. He always felt that something big happened in the lobby when he thickened the Babao Chestnut Pigeon.

Wu Minqi steamed the perch with chopsticks, put the fresh and tender perch meat in the bowl, and said, "Some guests are a little excited."

"Excited?" Jiang Feng was a little puzzled. When he was in the back kitchen, he was only in charge of thickening the corn, and he didn't know anything about the sensation caused by the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

"Actually, it's just grabbing food. Isn't there some leftover Babao Chestnut Pigeon? Can someone order a second order? There were a few people at the front tables arguing over who should get the last few, but others persuaded me a little. It stopped after a while." Wu Minqi said, "Just now Sun Jikai asked you to go to the kitchen to thicken the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, right?"

Jiang Feng nodded: "Well, it's just a small favor, if you can help. Qiqi, what do you think of today's Babao Chestnut Pigeon?"

"Very good." Wu Minqi never hesitated to speak when praising her boyfriend, "The pigeon meat is fragrant, the vegetarian stuffing inside is well matched, the seasoning is moderate, and the timing of thickening is just right, except for what Master Sun made that day. One is the best."

Just as Jiang Feng was about to say a few words of hypocrisy and modesty, Sun Maocai, who was burying his head in eating his second serving of Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, suddenly looked up at Jiang Feng.

His Eight Treasures Chestnut Pigeon was the last to be served alone. In order to prevent dissatisfaction from other customers, Jiang Feng deliberately changed the container before thickening it to avoid being seen by others.

"You are responsible for thickening these?" Sun Maocai asked with a smile.

Just as Jiang Feng was about to answer, the old man took the first step: "Of course, that kid from the Sun family doesn't have this level. If he had this level, the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon in Jubaolou would have gone crazy."

"Senior brother Sun taught it?" Sun Maocai was surprised.

The old man was a little proud: "My grandson realized it by himself."

Jiang Feng: ...

It feels so good to be blown rainbow fart by the old man!

Although Jiang Feng was very happy in his heart, he should be humble where he should be: "Sun Jikai and I figured it out together. In fact, he can do it too, but he is not very proficient and needs to practice again."

Sun Maocai smiled and stopped talking.

On the contrary, after eating two mouthfuls of food, the old man suddenly figured out something wrong with Sun Maocai's words, turned his head to look at him and asked, "Have you eaten this before?"

"No, it's the first time I ate it today, so I thought it tasted good and ordered an extra serving." Sun Maocai said unhurriedly.

"Then how do you know that the key point of this dish is to thicken the sauce?" The old man didn't believe his nonsense.

"Although I haven't eaten it, I have heard it from diners a few years ago. How could I not know that Senior Brother Sun's dish is so famous. Besides, after tasting it, can't Senior Brother Jiang see that the key point of this dish is to thicken the rice? "Sun Maocai asked back, "With Senior Brother Sun's character, I'm afraid he won't easily teach others how to thicken the corn, even his apprentices."

Jiang Weiguo was choked and speechless.

He could see it, but it was after he went back and thought about it carefully. How could he have eaten it when he ate it for the first time.

"Yes." The old man nodded vaguely.

Jiang Feng kept eating while eavesdropping. Just now he ate two servings of Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon in the back kitchen, and he still had something in his stomach. The dishes on the table are good, but they are still far behind the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon. Only the steamed sea bass that Wu Minqi even picked up a few chopsticks before was very delicious. Jiang Feng also liked this dish very much, and shared the steamed sea bass with Wu Minqi.

As for Sun Maocai and the old man, the two of them didn't seem to have much interest in the dishes on the table, they just stretched out their chopsticks occasionally. The old man was not interested. Jiang Feng knew the reason. Most of the dishes on the table did not meet the old man's appetite. It was normal for him not to move his chopsticks. As for why Sun Maocai didn't move his chopsticks, Jiang Feng guessed that the master's vision was too high to appreciate the dishes on the table.

"Qiqi, do you think this steamed sea bass is different from what we usually eat?" After eating half of the sea bass, Jiang Feng began to savor the taste of the steamed sea bass.

The sea bass meat is extremely fresh. You can clearly see the tender and white fish meat inside when you use chopsticks to lift the outer fish skin. Even if you eat it directly without dipping it in the soup, you can still taste the saltiness of the fish itself. The steaming heat was just right, the fish was at the most tender and smooth moment when it was just cooked, the fish was already warm when Jiang Feng ate it, if it was steaming just out of the pan, it would be more delicious and attractive.

"Well, the sea bass seems to have been marinated with something special, there should be lemon. When I first served it, the piece of meat close to the belly of the fish smelled of lemon." Wu Minqi changed career and became a food critic, " There is a hint of sweetness of rice wine in the soup, and the taste is really different from the steamed sea bass that I used to eat."

"Steamed sea bass is Qiu Fu's signature dish. These sea bass have been stuffed with special things in the belly of the fish and carefully marinated. Even if I can taste it, I can't say what it is. After all, I can't ruin his job, but it is true. There are lemons, not fresh lemons but dried lemon slices." Sun Maocai explained with a smile.

"Who is Qiu Fu?" the old man asked.

"Brother Sun's big apprentice should be the head chef of Jubao Building now, and many of the young chefs in the back kitchen of Jubao Building are his apprentices." Sun Maocai said.

"I didn't expect that you have been staying in Hong Kong City all these years, and you know a lot about Jubao Building. I don't even know." The old man said.

"After all, Brother Jiang is far away. Although I am in Hong Kong City, Hong Kong City is close to here. Besides, everyone is from Cantonese cuisine. It is normal to have some exchanges and news on weekdays." Sun Maocai explained without leaking water.

The old man stopped talking to him, but from his expression, it could be seen that he didn't believe Sun Maocai's nonsense.

After Jiang Feng finished eating the sea bass, he was not interested in the other dishes on the table, so he thought about making a point to follow Sun Maocai's words, to see if he could bump into a dead mouse, and just said something to remind him of the past.

"Master Sun, have you known my grandfather for many years?" Jiang Feng pretended that he knew nothing about the old man's past.

"Of course." Sun Maocai said, "I was only 6 years old when I first met your grandpa, so I have known your grandpa for more than 40 years."

Jiang Feng calculated in his mind that more than 40 years meant that the old man should be around 40 years old when he first met Sun Maocai.

But if he remembered correctly, he saw in the old man's memory that he didn't know Grandma Jiang when he came to Jubaolou, and he wasn't even 30 years old.

The time difference is too great.

It's impossible for the old man to stay in Jubaolou for ten years.

"Actually, thinking about Senior Brother Jiang, you should be regarded as the most special one among all the Senior Brothers. The other Senior Brothers either stayed in the Jubao Building all the time to learn art, or went back and never came back after finishing their studies. Only you I come here every year, and each time I only stay for more than half a month before leaving." Sun Maocai said, "I felt strange back then, and now I just take this opportunity to ask, why, Senior Brother Jiang?"

Hearing what Sun Maocai said, Jiang Feng couldn't help but look at the old man, trying to pry an answer from the old man.

The old man doesn't like to mention his original affairs. What he likes to mention is the glorious deeds of Taifeng Building. After all, the glorious past can be used to brag.

The old man coughed twice, seeing that the problem was really unavoidable, he said: "I can't ask for a long vacation."

Jiang Feng:?

"State-run hotels can't take long vacations. Unless they are on business trips, they can only grant half a month's vacation a year at most. If it's too much, your salary will be deducted and your grandma won't do it." The old man said to Jiang Feng, pretending that he wasn't answering Sun Maocai's question.

Sun Maocai: ...

"If I remember correctly, you have made a reservation for tomorrow's Buddha Jumping Over the Wall." The old man quickly changed the subject.

"Yes, I have made a reservation for tomorrow at noon. It's rare to come here. I also want to try the signature dishes of Jubaolou." Sun Maocai nodded.

"We have also made a reservation for tomorrow at noon, let's go together." The old man extended an invitation to Sun Maocai.

"my pleasure."