Life is a Game

Sang Ming didn't actually bother Jiang Feng.

Having been working with Sang Ming for so long, Jiang Feng has long been used to his habit of talking a lot before the holidays and chattering non-stop.

An excellent and good boss must tolerate some minor problems of employees when necessary.

The reason why Jiang Feng carried the meat away was because he had just realized that tomorrow was not only his birthday, but also the first anniversary of his and Wu Minqi's relationship.

Although he doesn't think there is anything to commemorate the first anniversary of dating, it's not the first anniversary of marriage. But Qiqi is his future wife, rounding up the first anniversary of love and the first anniversary of marriage are no different. The ugly pastry rose he made last time on Qixi Festival was not sent out. On the first anniversary, he must make a comeback.

As for the leveling experience, that thing is not as important as a wife.

Besides, leveling experience and giving gifts to his wife can be done at the same time. As a professional cook, Jiang Feng, what better gift for the first anniversary of love than a good dish.

Holding the meat, Jiang Feng walked up to Ji Xia, who was thinking about whether he should bring potato chips or spicy sticks for an outing tomorrow.

"Xia Xia, finish this piece of meat. I'll make a phone call in half an hour and come back to check." Jiang Feng stuffed the meat to Ji Xia.

Ji Xia:?

My master is back?

After Jiang Feng washed his hands, he went to get his cell phone, squatted down in a remote place in the lobby, and called Wang Hao.

It's afternoon and Wang Hao is definitely not working. He usually finishes his work in the morning and fishes in the afternoon.

Sure enough, the call was answered in seconds.

"Hey Brother Feng, why do you have time to call me today? I heard that you have become obsessed with cooking recently. Could it be that you have successfully passed the level now?" Wang Hao's leisurely tone knew that he was fishing. .

"Who did you listen to say, what is crazy, I call it hard work." Jiang Feng felt that he might have been a little too hard recently, and the two words that Wang Hao said just now felt like a world away.

"Sang Ming told me. He said that you are cooking in the store all day long, and you don't even go to the toilet. You live like a robot. No wonder I went to your store last Sunday I didn't see you, I thought you were resting that day." Wang Hao said.

Jiang Feng was taken aback, he didn't expect that his appearance when he was obsessed with gaining experience these days was actually like this in the eyes of others.

"Sang Ming said I'm like a robot these days?" Jiang Feng asked.

"He didn't say that, this is what I summed up." Wang Hao paused, "I think about what he told me. He said that you come to the kitchen every morning and start cutting vegetables when you come. There is no stop, after the business closes at noon, I have dinner and continue to cook until the business closes at night, and I have to bring ingredients back before going home, which is probably also to go back to cook.”

"Sometimes you can't hear people calling you, and you look like you're obsessed with cooking. Isn't this a robot you're talking about? But I think that kid Sang Ming is exaggerating. Brother Feng, BBQ tomorrow night Remember to save a seat for me, I will go there after work." Wang Hao said.

Jiang Feng seemed to understand why Wu Minqi and the others looked at him a little strangely during this period of time.

These days, he is anxious to improve his proficiency, especially the proficiency of knife skills. The proficiency of knife skills now has high requirements for quality, which makes him have to devote himself to cutting vegetables and concentrate his attention. Sang Ming may not be wrong when he said that he was obsessed when cooking.

So, don't they think they are crazy?

Jiang Feng felt that it was time to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Qiqi and the others, to explain that he was not crazy, but purely civilized, democratic, harmonious, prosperous, strong, and striving to improve the core values ​​of socialism.

As for how to explain it, I have to make it up when I go back tonight.

"Definitely keep your place." Jiang Feng said, "Don't talk about these things, I have something serious to ask you."

"What gift did you give your girlfriend on the first anniversary of your relationship?" Jiang Feng asked.

"You asked that?"

Scumbag!

"Anything will do."

"It depends on the person. The first anniversary of a relationship is a big day. You can't send it casually like a hundred days. You have to see what your boss Wu likes." Wang Hao said.

"I want to give it for a hundred days?" Jiang Feng was shocked. It's not like a child wants to hold a hundred-day banquet. If it's a hundred days, then it's not a month.

"Some people give it to others and some people don't. Whether you give it or not mainly depends on whether your girlfriend wants it or not." Wang Hao looked like an experienced veteran, "Brother Feng, I remember that Mr. Wu doesn't like Dior very much." Things, you can just buy clothes, shoes and bags for her."

In Wang Hao's mind, Jiang Feng was his second boss. Although he didn't pay wages, he was still the boss. How could the boss have no money?

"If I had the money to buy Dior, I would call you here to ask you?" The boss told Wang Hao that he really had no money.

"Then give it to Mr. Wu who likes it!"

"Of course I know, I'm going to cook a dish for Kiki. Didn't you come to the kitchen every day a while ago to taste dishes? Did you taste anything, did you taste what my Kiki likes recently?" Jiang Feng asked.

Wang Hao:?

Is this thing still available?

Wang Hao thought for a while: "Mr. Wu likes spicy food."

"I won't."

Wang Hao: ...

"Then make something delicious and complicated. The more complicated the better, the more complicated it is, the more you can express your heart! Like Buddha jumping over the wall, boiled cabbage, if you don't know it, just...just...just do something similar!" Wang Hao said again. Give birth to a wonderful.

Jiang Feng suddenly felt that this dog-headed military adviser was still useful.

"Okay, let's do this first, call me before you come tomorrow night." Jiang Feng hung up the phone.

He knew what he was going to do.

He's going to make clear soup noodles for Kiki tomorrow morning!

The clear noodle soup that Jiang Weiming made in his memory!

It takes 8 hours to hang clear soup noodles!

Even if he couldn't make a top-notch clear soup, Jiang Feng had spent so long trying his best to improve his proficiency, and it was impossible for him to make no progress at all.

His seasoning proficiency has risen by 700,000, okay?

The knife skills are almost 970,000 proficiency!

Rounding it up is the master level.

After rounding it up, his culinary skills are comparable to the old man's.

These days, Jiang Feng cooked all kinds of soups, and also asked Jiang Weiming a lot about how to make clear soup and high soup, as well as other kinds of soup making skills. Although he didn't hang the high soup and clear soup from the beginning to the end, Jiang Feng helped the old man sweep the soup a few times while hanging the soup.

Although he may not be able to do it well, he is confident that he can do it.

Use the first pot of clear soup that I hang out in my life to make clear soup noodles and give it to my girlfriend as a gift for the first anniversary of love. Is there any better gift in this world than this?

Jiang Feng felt that he was simply a genius in love.

The kind that can be published.

After figuring it out, Jiang Feng immediately went back to the kitchen and started looking for chicken.

To make an excellent clear soup, the raw materials are very important, especially when the chef may not be skilled enough, the quality of the chicken directly determines the quality of the soup.

If the chef can't do it, the hen will make it up.

"Has Master arrived in half an hour, but I haven't got any meat yet..." Seeing Jiang Feng running back in a hurry, Ji Xia thought it was time, and was a little flustered, so he quickly explained to Jiang Feng.

Then Jiang Feng didn't notice that she walked over directly.

Jiang Feng walked around the kitchen and warehouse, but didn't see a whole chicken.

All of them have been processed, and many of them have been marinated.

"Dad, are there any whole chickens in the store?" Jiang Feng went to find Jiang Jiankang.

"Whole chicken?" Jiang Jiankang was stunned, "No more, our store has a fixed amount of whole chicken, basically it's reserved for Ji Xue to make Watanhuadiao chicken. Son, you want to stew chicken soup tonight, right? Stewing chicken soup doesn’t have to be a whole chicken, isn’t there a lot of chopped chicken legs and wings over there? You can just stew them, anyway, other parts are not as tasty as them.”

Jiang Feng didn't think so. The essence of clear soup and broth was to use a whole chicken or several whole chickens to stew.

"Dad, where do you think there are live chickens for sale now, preferably native chickens?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Native chickens, it's hard to find native chickens now, even if they are found, it's impossible to send them right away." Jiang Jiankang began to think about this issue seriously.

The main reason was that he felt that if Jiang Feng stewed chicken at night, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi would not be able to finish it, so he could help to eat some together.

"Your Grandma Chen has it!" Jiang Jiankang slapped his thigh excitedly, "Didn't your Grandma Chen raise a flock of chickens in the yard?"

After hearing this, Jiang Feng went to the locker room to change and went to Li's house to borrow a chicken.

"Son, it's almost business hours, what are you doing!" Jiang Jiankang said loudly.

"Dad, I'll go to Li's house to borrow a chicken and I'll be back soon. I've already dealt with all the eight-treasure chestnut pigeons. Just take them to the pot and steam them for me." Jiang Feng slipped away with the wind on his feet.

Standing in the corner and watching the four people who watched the whole process: ...

Ji Yue looked at Zhang Guanghang, his face was filled with dullness.

"Do you think...is it really normal for him to look like this?"

Zhang Guanghang was also a little sluggish.

"It seems, it's a little..."

"Not normal."