Life is a Game

Since Yongheju does not provide takeaway service, there are not many takeout boxes in the store, and there are no takeout boxes that can hold soup. Jiang Feng searched around and finally borrowed lunch boxes from several people to pack away the S-grade broth that he hung out himself. Ready to send it back later.

Peng Changping asked him to go back early, and now he went directly to Taifeng Building with two lunch boxes in the middle of the afternoon. The S-level finished soup also has a buff that increases the sensitivity of diners in a short period of time. Jiang Feng tasted some just now and didn't feel much. It may be because his sense of taste is normal and the effect of the buff is not obvious, but he still wants Jiang Weiming to try it. taste.

If this is all useful, the S-rank chickpea curd will definitely restore his sense of taste.

Even a little bit is fine.

When Jiang Feng arrived at Taifeng Tower with his lunch box, the player business had already started. Wang Xiulian was standing behind the cashier counter, writing and drawing on paper with a pen, and was a little surprised to see Jiang Feng actually came: "Son, why are you here today?" gone."

"Mom, I'm done." Jiang Feng was still a little proud.

Wang Xiulian was shocked: "You have learned it, you have learned it, and you are a teacher?"

Could it be that my son is a genius? !

Wang Xiulian was completely shocked. She was ready for Jiang Feng to study with Peng Changping for a year or so.

In the end, her son told her that he finished his studies in three months.

"No, no." Jiang Feng quickly denied, "I've finished learning the step of broth, isn't the business in the store not doing well recently, I plan to come back for a while, and I just use this time to digest and digest so as not to encourage the seedlings to grow. Always in Yonghe It’s not good to stay here, now the chefs at Yongheju think I’m their colleague, and it takes me a long time to remember that I’m actually from Taifenglou.”

"That's right." Wang Xiulian nodded, "But it's actually not necessary. If the business in the store is not good, you can't help much by yourself. Your grandfather's cooking every now and then won't help much. The room manager said that if your third grandfather If you can cook once in a while, we might be able to bring those old diners back by advertising. But your third grandpa has been in poor health since he got sick last time, and he doesn’t go to the kitchen very much. If the business is not good, he won’t Well, it’s not to the point of losing money or the old man’s body is important.”

Although Comrade Wang Xiulian loves money and cares about turnover, she still understands the basic principles and principles.

Jiang Feng: ...

Mom, I'm already a double master, why don't you have some confidence in me!

On the attribute panel, my cooking skill is already higher than that of my grandfather!

Of course, Jiang Feng didn't dare to brag about Haikou and say that the old man's cooking skills are no longer as good as his.

There are specialties in the art industry, and chefs also have specialties. Maybe the old man is not as good as Jiang Feng in difficult dishes like chickpeas that focus on heat and seasoning, but his cooking experience for so many years is not in vain. In the fields that the old man is good at, such as home-cooked meat dishes and butchering pigs Food, he still has an absolute advantage.

Not to mention Jiang Feng of the double master, even Jiang Weiming of the third master may not be as good as the old man in this respect.

Ever since Jiang Feng found out that the last tens of thousands of proficiency at the master level depended on the quality of the dishes, he had been thinking, if the old man hadn't stayed in the small place of Z City back then, but stayed in Jubaolou or other big cities as a chef, With more and better opportunities to try to make those difficult dishes, will he be a master of all three basic attributes like Jiang Weiming now.

"By the way, who is the lunch box in your hand for?" Wang Xiulian asked.

"It's filled with the broth I hung out today. Master Peng thought it was very good, so he asked me to bring it over for Grandpa and Third Grandpa to taste." Jiang Feng said, "Mom, do you want to try it too?"

"Chicken soup, right? I don't drink this to lose weight recently. It's just for your third grandfather to drink more to replenish his body. Come in." Wang Xiulian will soon know what he has lost.

Jiang Feng happily slipped into the kitchen with the lunch box in hand.

Everyone was working, and this time the person near the door was changed from Sang Ming to Zhang Weiyu. He was holding a large piece of ham and knew that he had just come from the warehouse.

"Brother Feng, you are here." Zhang Weiyu greeted Jiang Feng, his words were full of respect.

Jiang Feng: ...

No need, you are older than me by age.

The cause of Jiang Feng's last hospitalization was not a shameful thing. Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian didn't hide it. Anyone who wanted to inquire would know that Jiang Feng was admitted to the hospital because of too hard work and overwork. After hearing this, outsiders just lamented that it is rare for someone who is so serious about learning art in this age. The chefs in Taifeng Building were only shocked and admired when they heard it.

There are so many chefs in Taifeng Building, except Zhang Guanghang and Wu Minqi, there are also a few brought by the Jiang family. Everyone else should ask themselves, who came here not for money, and who came here for dreams.

Everyone gathers here because of the high salaries offered by Taifeng Building.

Even Ji Xue did it for money at first, of course, now it is mainly for money.

Now, their little boss is overworked and hospitalized for his dream.

What an inspirational story, what a touching thing, and what an admirable spirit.

Although Zhang Weiyu couldn't do it, it didn't prevent him from worshiping Jiang Feng.

Once such a person who likes to fish at work, when he encountered a crisis in his restaurant, he worked so hard that he was sent to the hospital due to overwork. Zhang Weiyu felt that he was born like a big boss in an inspirational drama.

He felt that when Jiang Feng could write his memoirs one day, this incident would be the beginning of the whole book, leading out the full text in the form of an interlude. Jiang Feng had already figured out how to write about Zhang Weiyu, and he just had to help his memoirs with the title of the book.

Zhang Weiyu is not the only one who has this feeling of reverence, most of the others do.

How to say this feeling, probably everyone is 996. Although the salary is quite high, it is inevitable to complain about the boss. As a result, one day someone told you that your boss was hospitalized because of 007's overwork, and you would still complain when you complained, but it would somehow change your boss's attitude and give you the feeling that you are worthy of being the boss, and that only 007 can be the boss.

Of course, it would be great if the salary can be increased.

Jiang Feng didn't know that Zhang Weiyu had figured this out in such a short period of time, so he smiled at him: "I'll be back to work normally from tomorrow on, please help me tell the room manager to let her put my dishes back on the shelves. By the way, do you want to tell the supplier too?"

"I'll tell you, don't worry." Zhang Weiyu agreed without hesitation.

Jiang Feng:?

you?

Jiang Feng took a look at Zhang Weiyu and felt that he was a little strange today. He didn't think so much and ran to Jiang Weiming who was directing Jiang Weiming to make the sauce with his lunch box.

"Add less minced garlic, you can try to see if you added too much," Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Weisheng tasted it: "Master, I think it's okay."

Jiang Weiming: ...

It happened that Jiang Weiming saw Jiang Feng and asked him to come over and have a taste.

Jiang Feng put the lunch box on the kitchen counter, picked up a clean spoon and dipped some dark red sauce in it to taste: "The minced garlic tastes a bit heavy, Uncle Jiang, you added too much."

After speaking, Jiang Feng moved the lunch box in front of Jiang Weiming, and opened the lunch box to reveal the still warm broth inside: "Third Grandpa, this is the broth I hung today, and it's still warm. Master Peng said that the pot I hung today is very good. I'll bring it here for you to taste."

Jiang Weiming laughed: "You child, bring some here, bring some here, what do you do with so much, the broth is for cooking, not for drinking, besides, I..."

Jiang Weiming glanced at Jiang Weiguo who was not far away from him, but he still didn't say that.

"Third Grandpa, you can try it, Uncle Jiang, you can also try some, I'll send this to Grandpa first." Jiang Feng didn't allow Jiang Weiming to refuse, and walked towards the old man with another lunch box.

The old man was less than five meters in front of him. He heard the conversation between Jiang Weiming and Jiang Feng clearly just now, and waited for Jiang Feng to come over.

"grandfather!"

"Open."

"okay!"

All in one go.

Just when Jiang Feng opened the lunch box, Jiang Weiwei still spooned the broth from the lunch box into a bowl. Half a bowl, the yellow broth exuded an attractive fragrance, which made Jiang Weisheng swallow involuntarily.

"Master, Xiaofeng's soup seems to be really good. You can try it, even... you should try it too." Jiang Weisheng handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming.

"Okay, I can't disappoint Xiaofeng's kindness." Jiang Weiming took the bowl with a smile and took a sip.

Yes, very fresh.

Wait, fresh?

Jiang Weiming was stunned, and brought the bowl in front of him, at eye level, staring at the broth in the bowl, he was stunned.

Just now, why did he seem to taste like broth.