Life is a Game

"Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa."

Sang Ming suddenly started clapping.

Different from the weak and slow applause when listening to the leader's speech, Sang Ming wanted to slap his hands red when he applauded, just like a seal happily slapping its belly in an aquarium.

Sang Ming's applause was just the beginning. He woke up the others, and everyone began to applaud one after another. The thunderous applause resounded through the entire back kitchen. Those who didn't know it thought that the back kitchen of Taifeng Building was holding some exciting mobilization meeting In the end, Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang even joined in and clapped their hands twice.

It is indeed exciting.

The lobby staff present and the handymen may not be able to see it, but the kitchen staff, even Sang Ming, who can't touch the pot with half a bucket of water, can tell that Jiang Feng made chickpeas today, and he can afford it in the future The honorific title of a master.

But at his age, it is likely that few people can call out this master.

"Brother Feng, you are really amazing. You made such an awesome chickpea flower." Sang Ming's culture is not enough, and the adjectives are not awesome enough to make it up.

"Yes, yes, Brother Feng, you are really amazing." Everyone agreed.

Master can't say it out loud, but it's okay to say Brother Feng.

Jiang Feng: ...

It's fine for Master Wang to call, Uncle Jiang, why are you joining in the fun!

Jiang Feng coughed twice in embarrassment, and looked at the chickpeas in the pot.

The portion of this pot is quite a lot. Although it is not possible to have a bowl for each person, it is still no problem for each person to taste some. Everyone cheered and watched silently for so long, applauding, applauding, and calling Brother Feng. He probably didn't take the initiative to watch concerts on weekdays. Jiang Feng felt a little sorry for not letting everyone try it.

"This, shouldn't we let Grandpa and Third Grandpa taste it before we eat it?" Jiang Feng asked.

"En." Wu Minqi nodded.

"I'm going to call master and uncle!" Jiang Weiwei immediately stopped this beautiful job, squeezed out of the crowd at a speed that exceeded his usual running speed, and slipped away.

Ji Yue has never eaten chickpeas. As a veteran employee of Taifeng Building, she has eaten a lot of good things, such as the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, the Watan flower-carved chicken, and even Jiang Weiming's golden pheasant and Paopu. tasted. Just because she hasn't eaten chickpea flower doesn't mean she can't see how difficult Jiang Feng just made it, and how difficult it is to make it like this.

"Old Zhang, I found out that Jiang Feng is really... not what he used to be." Ji Yue sighed, "I read the evaluations given by customers for the silk yam in the past two days, and the room manager and I thought Jiang Feng was the same as these days." I have learned a lot from Master Peng for a few months and have improved my culinary skills. Looking at it now, it is not only an improvement, it is simply a cleansing of the scriptures and a rebirth, is Master Peng so good?"

"Master Jiang is so powerful, Jiang Bo is still like this." Zhang Guanghang whispered, "Master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual, and it mainly depends on Jiang Feng himself."

Ji Yue looked at Zhang Guanghang: "Why do I feel that you seem happier than Jiang Feng?"

Although Zhang Guanghang didn't show it on the surface, Ji Yue could still hear the unconcealable joy in his tone after having been in love with him for so long.

"Maybe he is helping my master to be happy." The corners of Zhang Guanghang's mouth rose, revealing a handsome smile.

On the other side, Jiang Weiming was persuading Jiang Weiguo in the teahouse.

"Little brother, I really don't understand you. You have seen how much Xiaofeng has improved these days. You are obviously very happy in your heart, but why are you always so sullen? You haven't seen Xiaofeng and Jiankang these two days. Don't dare to talk to you? Jiankang is avoiding you in the kitchen."

"I'm not happy about my grandson's success, Lao Jiang, you are going too far." Said the old man who often drank tea with the two old men and sat at the next table.

"What do you know, this is different." Jiang Weiguo said angrily.

"What's the difference? Didn't you say that you taught your grandson's cooking skills from an early age? Now that your grandson is successful, why not be unhappy? If my grandson is willing to learn painting from me since he was a child, I will be successful now. I'm afraid I can wake up laughing in the middle of the night." The old man said.

Jiang Weiguo: ...

The problem now is that even if his grandson was not taught by him, he was called by others!

Jiang Weiguo didn't speak.

Jiang Weiming took a sip of tea: "Still unhappy?"

Jiang Weiguo remained silent, as a tacit consent.

"Xiaofeng's cooking skills were taught by you, the basic skills were taught by you, and the basic skills were also learned from you. Even if he learned from Master Peng for three months before he reached his current level, if he can learn for three months You are at the current level. You are the one who guides him on the road and paves the way for him, you are Xiaofeng's real master, and we are just icing on the cake."

"Although Xiaofeng has been practicing clear soup with me these few days, if he really encounters a problem, the first person he wants to ask for advice is you. Think about it, when Xiaofeng is practicing dishes in the back kitchen, when is Xiaofeng not the first? When I ask for your help, I only think of me when you are not around. This is an instinct, a habit, and I can’t change it, just like Xiaofeng’s cooking skills were taught by you, and this is something that can’t be changed.” Jiang Weiming felt that he When teaching Jiang Weiwei back then, he was not as attentive as he is now.

The old man's face looked a little better.

"The clear soup that Xiaofeng made yesterday is already very good, and it is not inferior to me at all. I think he sent me away today because he wanted to practice chickpea pudding, but he was afraid that if he couldn't make it, he would lose face in front of you and me. The kid Xiaofeng has never made chickpeas. He said that he learned from Master Peng a few days ago, but I don’t think he can make it this time. Let’s go back and give him some pointers. Don’t be here. The look on his face frightened him."

The old man finally spoke: "Can I scare him? With his current skills, he can walk sideways in Beiping. I'm afraid I can't compare to him. Who can scare him. Such a short time is like making a chicken with your hands." Douhua, he is not afraid of walking too fast and falling."

"Young people are like this. When I was learning Pao Dolphin with my father, didn't I just follow suit and wanted to get started. It is a good thing to dare to get started. Only by doing more and making more mistakes can you make progress quickly. Whoever learns cooking does not start from failure again and again. Xiaofeng dared to try and didn’t get discouraged when she failed, which is a good thing.”

"I know." The old man sighed, his expression softened a lot, "I'm just not used to it."

The grandson suddenly grew up to the level of a teacher, which made him suddenly feel old.

But he is indeed old, although he doesn't want to admit it, but occasionally when he secretly cooks two small dishes for himself at home, he will put more salt because it tastes better.

"Third brother, I understand. I'll pay attention in the future." The old man let go.

Jiang Weiming was about to say something to comfort his younger brother, when he realized that the person looking around at the stairs seemed to be his apprentice.

Jiang Weiming also saw Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo.

"Master, uncle!" Jiang Weisheng ran towards the two, his forehead was covered with sweat from the trot just now.

"What's the rush?" Jiang Weiming thought something happened to Taifeng Building.

"Brother Feng...ah, no, it's Xiaofeng. Xiaofeng made chickpea curds. I'll ask you two to try it." Jiang Weisheng said impatiently.

"Xiaofeng actually made it. Look at what I said, little brother. It seems that Xiaofeng is even better than I imagined." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, not paying much attention.

It is a completely different concept from the chickpeas that have been made and that have reached his level.

Jiang Weiguo:?

What did you just say?

"No, no." Jiang Weiwei thought that he couldn't express clearly, "Master, Xiaofeng's chickpea curd is exactly the same as the real one, no, it's exactly the same as yours, exactly the same as the one you made before!"

Jiang Weiming was stunned.

Jiang Weiguo was also stunned.

"Are you repeating, Xiaofeng's chickpea curds are made exactly like what?" Jiang Weiming had already misheard himself.

"It's exactly the same as what you made before. Others don't know, but I don't know. When Xiaofeng's chickpea curds were just out of the pot, they were exactly the same as what you made at that time!" .

"Xiaofeng is still waiting in the kitchen for you to come over and try it!"

Jiang Weiming stood up and moved extremely quickly: "Health, you go and get the bill first, little brother, we..."

When Jiang Weiming turned his head, Jiang Weiguo had already left, and in a blink of an eye, everyone had reached the stairs.

The kind that walks in a hurry.