Life is a Game

Once the lobster is peeled, the skewers are rolled, the sparkling water and beer foam take off, and the chili powder and cumin coexist.

After two glasses of beer, Mr. Sun, who paid for all the consumption tonight, collapsed.

Burberry's plaid shirt was stuck on the cheap plastic table, and the red crayfish soup was stained on the sleeves, which was hard to wash off at first glance. Only two glasses of cold beer were needed, and Sun Jikai basically bid farewell to today's supper .

Fortunately, Sun Gongzi took over the account in advance, otherwise Ji Gezi and Jiang Feng would not be able to bear the posture of the previous book.

I ordered 40 skewers with my waist alone.

Unlike the last time when he started scolding the whole family as soon as he got drunk, this time Sun Jikai didn't react after getting drunk, crawling on the table with his eyes closed and motionless, he looked as if he was asleep.

Ji Yue was munching on the grilled chicken heart. Seeing that Sun Jikai's wine tasted so good suddenly, he was a little unaccustomed, and said, "Did he just pour it down because he was too drunk?"

Jiang Feng swallowed the mutton in his mouth, choked and quickly took a sip of Coke: "No, I drank two cups just like last time, and the second cup was not filled."

"Maybe he's too tired. He was a little listless when he first came here." Wu Minqi said, pointing at the spicy duck head in front of her that she couldn't reach, "Xia Xia, pass me that plate of duck head."

Ji Xia quickly put down the crayfish in his hand and handed the duck head to Wu Minqi.

Ji Xue didn't say anything all the time, she and Sun Jikai didn't know each other well, and this time she just came here for a meal, and when she saw Sun Jikai, she sighed for no reason: "I think he is quite unlucky."

Ji Yue:?

Ji Yue looked at Sun Jikai's Gucci and Burberry, then at her own Taobao hits, recalled the reports she saw these days, and finally thought about who paid for today's meal.

"Maybe." Ji Yue's expression was a bit complicated.

After all, she might finally meet a living person who has nothing but money.

Everyone fell silent suddenly.

Everything has cooled down, even the barbecue on the table. The tin foil box containing the garlic sixtieth birthday is still steaming, but it feels like it has lost its temperature. Even the unique smoke and bustle of the barbecue stand It has become a background sound that can be ignored at any time.

The atmosphere suddenly became so weird, Wu Minqi grabbed the duck head and gnawed it or not, Ji Xia quietly swallowed the meat in his mouth without even daring to make a sound, Zhang Guanghang stared at the roasted garlic stick in his hand as if thinking about it Either eat or let go.

Suddenly, Sun Jikai moved.

He straightened up abruptly, half-opened his eyes with difficulty, his face was filled with the fact that I was a drunk, his mouth moved slightly, and he muttered something in a very weak voice.

Sun Jikai opened his mouth: "I think..."

Then it fell again.

Everyone: ...

"It seems that I'm really drunk." Jiang Feng sighed.

Zhang Guanghang quickly finished the roasted garlic on the stick, even though he was a handsome guy eating garlic, he couldn't hide the fact that he was a handsome guy. Zhang Guanghang put down the stick, took a sip of orange juice, and after all the preparations were done, he said slowly, "Do you have any other ideas for tomorrow's dish test?"

"Ah?" Jiang Feng was dumbfounded by his question, and asked, "Aren't Sun Jikai and the others trying dishes tomorrow? It has nothing to do with us, right?"

"I'm not talking about their test dishes, but the test dishes of the Midsummer Feast." Zhang Guanghang said.

Now everyone became interested, and everyone present, including Ji Xia, who could only do odd jobs in the kitchen every day and occasionally make shortbread, was a participant of the Summer Banquet.

"Summer feast?" Ji Yue took two mouthfuls of fried beef noodles, "The menu and time haven't been set yet, but we've already written the invitation letter, and the news has been released to whet everyone's appetite. , I’ll wait for you to come out with the test results and confirm the menu.”

"Actually, it's basically confirmed." Wu Minqi continued to eat the duck head, "Jiang Feng's chickpea curd, Third Grandpa's steamed green eel and Baiwei soup, Grandpa Jiang's Dezhou grilled chicken, and now we are waiting for Master Sun and Master Qiu to try the dishes As a result, the menu can be confirmed, and they are all new dishes that have never been on the menu before, is there any problem?"

The old man Dezhou Braised Chicken and Jiang Weiming used to cook it when they were in a healthy stir-fry restaurant. After they came to Beiping, they didn’t think of this dish because they didn’t cook very much. It’s a midsummer banquet. The new dishes that showed his strength were pulled out to make up the number.

The midsummer feast was originally used to fire the first shot of the counterattack against the spirit of the restaurant on the top floor, so it was natural to send a strong chef from Taifeng Building. Even if he might not be able to defeat Chef Arnold in a one-on-one fight, he would have to be beaten to death in a group fight.

"Don't you have any ideas?" Zhang Guanghang asked.

"Thoughts?" Wu Minqi and Jiang Feng said in unison.

"I think I'm at the level..." Wu Minqi hesitated, "Maybe it's not enough. Besides, all the dishes required for the summer feast are new, and the dishes I'm good at are not up to standard, let alone the newly learned ones." .”

Jiang Feng understood the meaning of Zhang Guanghang's words: "Old Zhang, do you have some ideas?"

Zhang Guanghang nodded: "I've been thinking about it since I ate the whole roasted chicken at the restaurant on the top floor last time, and I just got some results a while ago, so I want to try it tomorrow when I try dishes and see if I can On the menu of the summer feast."

When Zhang Guanghang said this, everyone was shocked.

The translation of his words is, I recently created a delicious dish, I am very confident, and I am going to make it for you to try tomorrow to see if it can be on the menu of the summer feast.

Homemade dishes, this is probably the ultimate ideal of every chef.

Not to mention self-creation, even if it is an improvement on a classic dish, it is worth bragging about for a lifetime if the result of the improvement is praised by most people.

Not every free-flowing dish can be called homemade dishes, such as fried tomatoes with bananas, stewed pears with blueberries, and fried dragon fruit with tomatoes can only be called dark dishes. For a chef at Zhang Guanghang's level, being able to tell others that he has recently conceived a new dish and invite everyone to come and taste it means that he is very confident in his own homemade dishes.

Since the development of cooking, especially now that information exchange is frequent and logistics is fast, ingredients that were destined to be difficult to appear on a plate because of the gap between the north and the south can only be met with a phone call, and all the cooking methods that can be created have been created. Excellent The predecessors have helped the younger generation to explore every path worth exploring, and it becomes even more difficult to blaze a new path.

This is also the reason why Sun Guanyun's culinary skills are not top-notch, but he is recognized as a master of Cantonese cuisine. A real master must either have top-notch culinary skills to convince the public, or be able to surpass his predecessors and bring forth new ideas.

"Did you name your dish?" Wu Minqi asked.

"Fruit-flavored chicken." Zhang Guanghang said, "The name is not very nice. I will trouble you to come up with a good name for me when I make it tomorrow."

Wu Minqi nodded thoughtfully.

Interrupted by Zhang Guanghang, the focus of everyone's chat turned to tomorrow's food tasting, eating, drinking, and chatting. Everyone ate all the way until after twelve o'clock, until the barbecue on the table was wiped out. After taking the last sip of Coke, he burped out a cumin-flavored carbon dioxide belch.

"Old Zhang, go back first. Sun Jikai lives upstairs and I'll just carry him back." Zhang Guanghang originally wanted to help resist Sun Jikai, but he gave up after hearing what Jiang Feng said, nodded and drove home.

There were a total of two bottles of beer for this supper, one for Ji Yue and one for Sun Jikai, Zhang Guanghang was not allowed to drink because he was driving here, and Ji Yue could drink enough, a bottle of beer was no doubt the same as usual, and he even helped Jiang Feng Sun Jikai dragged into the elevator.

Sun Jikai lives on the 16th floor.

When dragged into the elevator, Ji Yue helped, but when dragged out, Jiang Feng was alone. Sun Jikai slept soundly, and his whole body was heavy. During this period of time, he stayed at home every day, ordered takeaway and ate Mala Tang, and gained a few pounds. People are not like couriers who can resist whatever they want. When Jiang Feng dragged Sun Jikai out of the elevator, he was too big and accidentally kicked him, which woke Sun Jikai up.

Even when awake, he is still a drunken alcoholic.

"Sun Jikai, Sun Jikai." Jiang Feng patted Sun Jikai, "Are you awake? When you wake up, go take a bath by yourself. I'll go first."

Sun Jikai was lying on the sofa, he couldn't tell whether his eyes were closed or open just by looking at them, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and his mouth opened and closed, murmuring silently.

Jiang Feng understood two of the characters through mouth movements, two characters that were very easy to understand.

grandfather.

Jiang Feng sighed.

For some reason, he felt that Sun Jikai at this time was a bit like the young old man he had seen in his memory. He also left his hometown and had the same belief in his heart, but Sun Jikai's start was much better than that of the old man back then.

He thought of Sun Jikai's classic Second Secondary School quotes.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the young and poor.

I only hope that after many years, he can say this sentence again in a new tone.

Jiang Feng put the key on the porch and left.