Life is a Game

After leaving the memory, Jiang Feng didn't click on the attribute panel immediately, but sat down and took a few breaths of relief. If he didn't know how, he even wanted to recite a few more Qingxin mantras.

After making sure that he had calmed down, and that he would not have the urge to call and scold Sun Jikai even if he found that there was still no recipe after clicking it, Jiang Feng clicked on the property panel.

Although both are surnamed Sun, and have also co-starred in a very bad memory, but Sun Jikai is a good comrade, and the column of Sun Maocai in the recipe column has become:

Sun Maocai (2/9)

【Orange Candy Grade A】

Producer: Sun Maocai

Dishes details: This is a kind of homemade orange juice candy that is far from all the industrially made fruity candies on the market. It was once given as a gift in the restaurant where the producer Sun Maocai works. It is an excellent weapon to please children. Due to some special reasons that have never been known to outsiders, a generation of Cantonese cuisine master Sun Maocai was addicted to making candies, and the most outstanding finished product is orange juice candies. Whether it is a child or an adult, it is irresistible to its wonderful taste. This dish can maintain a good mood and obtain the most original happiness within 24 hours after eating. (This buff is only valid for children under the age of 9.)

Jiang Feng: ...

Who would have thought that what Sun Maocai is best at is actually coaxing children.

Jiang Feng knew a little bit about how to make candy. After all, there was basically no threshold for this thing. As long as he wanted to make it, he could melt it with white sugar and re-bake the mold to claim that he had made toffee.

Wang Hao made it for his girlfriend when he was a freshman. He not only made candy but also made chocolate. In a sense, chocolate is easier to make than sugar. After all, there are only three steps to making chocolate. First, go to the supermarket to buy a pound of bulk chocolate, add the chocolate to dissolve, and finally pour it into a mold and wait for it to solidify.

It is not as difficult as washing rice and cooking, at least when cooking, you have to think about how much water to add.

The teaching video was very short, and the steps were similar to what Jiang Feng thought, but the master was a master after all, and the sugar made by the master was completely different from the sugar made by someone like Wang Hao who could only dissolve white sugar.

When Sun Maocai made orange juice candies, besides freshly squeezed orange juice, he also used white sugar, bee syrup and a little honey. It's no wonder that the candies that Sun Maocai handed to Sun Changping looked different in size, how could the candies cut by hand with a knife be the same size.

This kind of candy can't be stored for a long time, and it will be easy to melt when the temperature is slightly higher. If there are children in the family, it should be good to do some occasionally to coax the children.

After watching the teaching video, Jiang Feng wanted to go out to buy materials now, and take them to the back kitchen of Jubao building to try making them tomorrow. Although he doesn't like candy very much, he also wants to taste the A-grade candy.

Just thinking about it this way made Jiang Feng jealous of Sun Jikai.

Since childhood, not only a grandpa chef like Sun Guanyun carefully cooked three meals, but also senior chefs like Sun Maocai quietly made candy in secret. Jiang Feng thought of the bowl Sun Jikai ate in his memory. Although it was not very good-looking, he had lunch with all his heart. He also thought of how miserable he was fighting over the table with his cousins ​​when he was a child in the countryside.

Just thinking about it like this Jiang Feng can't help but feel sad, thinking springs up, many past events come to mind, the old man's words linger in his ears, he grabs the pen on the table and starts to write quickly, actively preparing lessons for tomorrow's teaching work .

This writing takes an hour.

The originally empty table was covered with white paper, and the white paper was also full of Jiang Feng's crooked handwriting. Anyone who read these papers would sigh that Jiang Feng really needed to practice his ugly handwriting.

This was what Wu Minqi saw when she happily opened the door with her shoes in her hand.

She originally wanted to share her new leather shoes with Jiang Feng.

Wu Minqi stays in the back kitchen all year round and has little chance to wear leather shoes, but this does not prevent her from loving to buy them. Girls' clothes and shoes are sometimes bought not necessarily for others to wear, but also for themselves. Even if they can't wear them, they are happy just looking at them.

"Fengfeng." Wu Minqi called Jiang Feng, but Jiang Feng was so immersed in his memories that he didn't hear it.

Wu Minqi felt strange, put her shoes at the door and walked behind Jiang Feng, and saw the white paper spread out on the table, and at the same time saw the words written on the white paper.

Tell me about how your brain grew, where did the things you usually eat go? If I feed pigs without brains, they still grow meat. If I feed you, you not only don’t grow brains, but you don’t even grow meat. If you feed you, you might as well feed pigs.

How many times do you want me to repeat this thing, shake your elm head now to see if there is any sound of water in it?

Wu Minqi:?

Why did her Fengfeng scold herself?

After Jiang Feng finished writing the last word, he felt relieved when he thought that he would be able to choose some wonderful words from these papers to scold Sun Jikai tomorrow.

After putting down his pen, Jiang Feng realized that someone was calling him just now.

Turning around, he found Wu Minqi standing behind him, staring at the paper on the table, his big eyes filled with even greater doubts.

"Fengfeng, what is this?" Wu Minqi really couldn't figure out how Jiang Feng became like this when she just bought a pair of shoes.

Jiang Feng hurriedly gathered the paper on the table, pretending that Wu Minqi didn't see the words on it: "Isn't this going to the Jubao Building tomorrow morning to teach Sun Jikai how to thicken the eight-treasure porridge and fragrant pigeons? There must be some preparations!"

Wu Minqi:?

"By the way, Qiqi, have you bought the shoes?" Jiang Feng quickly changed the subject.

"I got it." When Wu Minqi mentioned this, the corners of Wu Minqi's mouth rose with joy, and the joy in his eyes could not be concealed, "I fell in love with a model that looked very similar when I was in Beiping, but unfortunately the mall is out of stock and I am not there. The size I’m wearing. I wanted to take a look after I went back this time, but I didn’t expect to see a similar one in the shopping mall here this afternoon, and the material is also very good, soft to the touch and very comfortable to step on.”

With that said, Wu Minqi went to get the shoebox, opened it, and showed Jiang Feng the surprise pair.

It was a pair of British-style leather shoes, and Jiang Feng also thought they looked pretty.

"Qiqi, these shoes don't match your clothes and skirts, do they?" Jiang Feng asked. As a senior straight man who has watched many idol dramas, he felt that he also had a say in how women dress.

Wu Minqi nodded: "It doesn't quite match. I didn't realize it until I bought it, so I'm going to go to the mall tomorrow to see if I can buy a pair or two to go with this pair of shoes. A dress to go with these shoes."

Jiang Feng:?

Although he didn't understand this kind of operation, Jiang Feng, as Comrade Wang Xiulian's good son, knew what he should say at this time.

"Buy two more, and if you see a suitable scarf, you can also buy two." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

It wasn't his money anyway.

Besides, he has no money.

Sure enough, poverty is the best traditional virtue of the Chinese nation.

Human beings will have less unnecessary troubles because of poverty.

When Ji Gezi was so poor that she could only drink a bowl of mushy porridge that cost a few cents a bowl from the special canteen, she never thought about what clothes to wear with her shoes—she didn't even have the money to buy them.

"By the way, Fengfeng, have you made an appointment with Sun Jikai? When will you meet at Jubaolou tomorrow? I'll find a shopping mall close to Jubaolou, and we can have dinner together at noon. If I finish shopping in the afternoon, I will go to Jubaolou Looking for you." Wu Minqi said.

"An appointment at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning."

"7 o'clock? So early!" Wu Minqi was shocked.

She knew that Jiang Feng liked to sleep in late. When the two of them first fell in love, they didn't have an appointment past seven o'clock.

"Of course." Jiang Feng looked serious, "Time is tight and the task is heavy. If you are entrusted by others, it is a matter of loyalty. Since it is teaching, you must be a teacher."

Wu Minqi: ...

Wu Minqi glanced silently at the small stack of white papers that had been placed in the corner of the table, and she could even read clearly the words on the topmost one.

I have taught pigs and dogs and I have taught them.

Wu Minqi glanced at Jiang Feng again, but did not expose him.

I suspect that you just can't wait to scold Sun Jikai.

But... When did Sun Jikai offend their family, Fengfeng?