Life is a Game

The second time he entered the back kitchen of Jubao Building, Jiang Feng saw a completely different kitchen.

A well-defined kitchen.

The lazy faction and the hardworking faction could tell at a glance. Even if the lazy faction had a good disguise when fishing, Jiang Feng, who had rich experience in fishing, would still be able to spot it.

The layout of the back kitchen of Jubao Building is different from that of Taifeng Building. The back kitchen of Taifeng Building is centered on the cooking table, and the working places of Daheqiedun water table are very close to each other, and even overlap. The Jubao building is different. Each section is clearly divided. From a distance, it looks like a small square. Everyone is separated because of their different positions. The more they go inside, the more important they are, like a deformed pyramid.

Seeing Sun Jikai coming in, the employees who were lazily fishing immediately began to concentrate on fishing and pretend to be decent, so that Sun Jikai didn't even notice that they were fishing at first sight. Of course, Sun Jikai didn't care whether they were fishing or not, he pulled Jiang Feng and hurried inside.

Jiang Feng grabbed Sun Jikai, slowed down his pace, and said in a low voice, "The one next to him who cut the pier, the shredded lotus root is in a mess, it looks like he is absent-minded and doing foreign work, and his salary can be deducted."

"There's also the one at the water table, who bent down to pick up things twice and didn't bring up anything, so wages can also be deducted."

"The one on the side of the shelf pretending to be looking for something, the pocket is bulging just now, nine times out of ten, he was playing with his mobile phone and didn't plug it in. He can definitely deduct his salary."

Sun Jikai: ...

Sun Jikai glanced at the three people Jiang Feng mentioned just now, saw who they were, nodded and went in.

The three people who were swept away were shocked, and they were relieved to see that Sun Jikai walked in without saying a word.

The one next to the shelf was a little guilty, and asked worriedly: "Did the little boss see it just now?"

The man who fished at the pier said with a smile: "The little boss just came in and can see something. Qiu Fu stays inside every day and I haven't seen him catch it a few times."

Only then did the people on the shelf feel relieved.

Sun Jikai led Jiang Feng to the innermost place. There was only one person inside. He was a middle-aged chef who was processing ingredients. He looked to be in his 50s, and his body shape was somewhat similar to Jiang Weisheng.

"He is Qiu Fu, my grandfather's great apprentice, and he personally handled the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon yesterday." Sun Jikai introduced.

Jiang Feng looked back and found it strange that the other stove chefs all joined together, why Qiu Fu alone occupied a piece of land.

Chef's privilege?

Seeing that Jiang Feng had been looking at other stove chefs, Sun Jikai probably guessed the doubts in his heart, and explained: "Our store is a little different from yours..."

"Master Qiu only cooks signature dishes now and doesn't cook other dishes. Those dishes are his unique skills, so generally..." Sun Jikai finished ordering.

Jiang Feng suddenly realized that he understood, but he was afraid that others would steal it.

Hidden in one hand, the glorious tradition of Jubaolou.

"Uncle Qiu," Sun Jikai called out.

Qiu Fu stopped his work and turned his head. He saw Sun Jikai and a young man he didn't know with a smile, and asked, "Xiao Kai, this is... our new chef?"

Jiang Feng:?

Sun Jikai quickly explained: "He is my friend named Jiang Feng, the one who helped to thicken the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon last night. Taifeng Building is opened by his family."

Qiu Fu looked at Jiang Feng with more eager eyes, and his smile became more enthusiastic. He wanted to go up to shake Jiang Feng's hand, but he looked down at his right hand covered with seasoning and stopped.

"Jiu Yang, I have heard from my friends that there is a master who is very good at Taifeng Building. I didn't expect him to be so young. Although I didn't have a chance to taste the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon last night, I heard from the guests The comments are... hey, it's nothing, just a little excited, it feels like... forget it, let's not talk about it." Qiu Fu is more than a little excited, he looks like he wants to rush up to give Jiang Feng a big hug, Then ask him how the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon is thickened.

"I just don't know... I don't know why Master Jiang is here this time..."

"There is an elder outside who only comes here once in a while. He wanted to eat the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon last night, so I asked Jiang Feng to help thicken another." Sun Jikai said, "I just don't know Qiu Uncle, do you still have the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon here?"

"Yes, yes." Qiu Fu nodded again and again, "Just steam it in the wok and it will be ready soon, Xiao Kai, you and...Master Jiang go inside and wait, I will put it inside to steam."

"Excuse me." Sun Jikai nodded.

Then Jiang Feng was taken into the innermost small kitchen that he went to last night, which could be regarded as a kitchen within a kitchen.

Last night, Jiang Feng wanted to ask Sun Jikai why they set up a separate smaller kitchen in the back kitchen of the Jubao building, but he forgot about it because he was busy thickening the rice and chatting with Sun Jikai.

Now that he was in the small kitchen for the second time, Jiang Feng asked directly: "Sun Jikai, why do you have a smaller one in this kitchen?"

Sun Jikai closed the door and explained, "This place was originally for me to practice cooking."

"ah?"

"When I was young, I came to Jubaolou and my grandfather learned to cook here. I specially made such a compartment because the kitchen was a bit dangerous. At that time, I was too young and my grandfather was afraid that I would hurt myself by running around, so he put me in the kitchen. Locked in this small room and let me study alone. Usually, when business hours come, grandpa will go outside. Sometimes when I get tired of staying inside, I will take the opportunity to run out, wander around in the lobby, and then sneak back in time. .” Sun Jikai laughed, his tone full of nostalgia.

"Never been caught?"

"Grandpa knows it all, so I'm too lazy to catch it."

Qiu Fu brought in the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon that had been processed, and he didn't forget to close the door when he went out, which made Jiang Feng suddenly feel like he was locked in a small black room by the unscrupulous boss.

"Recently, I've learned a lot from teaching my apprentices, and my level of cooking has improved by leaps and bounds. Anyway, I'm fine in the afternoon. Why don't we stay here in the afternoon and practice Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon thickening?" Jiang Feng suggested.

"Alright." Sun Jikai nodded with a smile.

There is still some time before the pigeon is out of the pot, and they can chat for a while.

"By the way, Sun Jikai, I think Sun Maocai seems to really want to go back to your Jubaolou. I heard him talking to my grandpa at the dinner table just now, and I feel... I think he looks a bit like my grandpa when he was young." Jiang Feng began Became a lobbyist for Sun Maocai.

"Do you still know what your grandfather was like when he was young?"

"How do you know that I don't?" Jiang Feng thought of the last smile that Sun Maocai had when he saw him and Sun Jikai.

"My grandfather and my third grandfather have regarded Taifeng Building as more important than their own lives for so many years. They didn't go to Peiping before because they dared not go back. Taifeng Building is like their hometown, and people always return home like clothes. People in their hometown don't dare to go back without the capital and confidence." Jiang Feng sighed, "Just now at the dinner table, Sun Maocai told Grandpa that Jubaolou is his home."

Sun Jikai was stunned for a moment: "Really?"

"real."

Sun Jikai sighed, and told the truth to Jiang Feng: "Actually, before Grandpa left, he asked me to call and beg him to come back."

"At first I didn't want to ask for help, but later I realized the reality and I regretted it. Now I'm just hesitating how to ask."

"Why can't you open your mouth?" Jiang Feng felt a little unbelievable, "Ling Guangzhao can open his mouth when poaching people, but you can't open your mouth about such a logical thing."

Sun Jikai: ...

"After a while." Sun Jikai said, "Jubaolou is in such a mess now, I have to clean it up and turn it into a normal restaurant before I ask someone to come back."

"I also don't want him to see the messy and decayed Jubao Tower."