Life is a Game

In today's environment, there is no impenetrable wall.

When the restaurant on the top floor was not opened, the confidentiality work was done so well, and news, true or false, was spread through various channels. When he officially announced the opening and the chef's information, one of the famous restaurants in Beiping counted as one. I have already figured out the situation.

The news of Taifeng Building's summer feast was naturally not hidden, not to mention that Taifeng Building didn't want to hide it from the beginning but was too lazy to publicize it.

Almost the next day after the invitations were sent out, all the restaurants in Beiping went until Taifeng Building recruited Sun Maocai. In order to let this nationally-renowned Cantonese cuisine master make his debut, he specially arranged a midsummer banquet to compete with the restaurant on the top floor.

Yes, from outsiders’ point of view, Taifeng Building’s Midsummer Banquet is designed to attract Sun Maocai, so everyone’s focus is on Sun Maocai, and the analysis is also on Sun Maocai. The focus of the menu of the Midsummer Banquet is basically Cantonese cuisine, which is completely ignored. The other three chefs surnamed Jiang.

Because chefs and other restaurant owners were not invited, everyone could only watch the fun if they couldn't eat. Most of the Chinese restaurants in Beiping eat melons, waiting for the gods to fight between Taifeng Building and the restaurant on the top floor. They have a better relationship with Taifeng Building, such as Yongheju, especially the chefs of Yongheju who have become colleagues with Jiang Feng. They all hoped from the bottom of their hearts that Taifeng Building could use the Midsummer Banquet to severely punish the restaurant on the top floor, letting them know that away games are not so easy.

And what is the restaurant on the top floor of Eat Melon Center doing?

Or what is Chef Arnold, the core of this melon, doing?

He didn't care about the midsummer feast at Taifeng Tower at all, and he didn't pay attention to Sun Maocai at all. He changed what he did these days, and he got a lot of money and didn't do much work. On the contrary, Roland, the former chef, used the money to buy cabbage to sell contraband. When Chef Arnold was away, he reported the summer feast to the boss on the other side of the ocean.

The boss is very serious about it. The other branches of the old Michelin restaurants are already selecting locations and finalizing the candidates for the chefs. Now is the critical moment. He didn't want to lose so much money on the way to victory if he didn't get it back. But it's useless for him to pay attention to it, and he's not in Peiping, and it's useless if he's in Peiping. Chef Arnold doesn't listen to him at all, and still goes his own way, completely ignoring Shengxia Yan and Sun Maocai.

At 6 pm on June 8, Chef Arnold stayed in the back kitchen as usual. Although he didn't go outside to look around, he also noticed that the number of customers today seemed to be much less than before.

A Nuo called Tao Shu who was passing by, and asked in a slightly lame but understandable Chinese with a bad tone: "Is the midsummer feast at Taifeng Building today?"

Tao Shu was startled, his first reaction was that I did something wrong, the chef actually scolded me in Chinese today, am I going to be fired, it took a few seconds to realize that Chef Arnold’s tone sounded like a curse, but it wasn’t. Swearing, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's today." Tao Shu said.

Chef Arnold nodded and stopped talking, Tao Shu hurriedly fled here.

Seeing that Chef Arnold was not busy walking towards him in the distance, Roland said in a low voice in English: "Mr. Arnold, I think we should pay more attention to the Midsummer Banquet at Taifeng Building, as you have seen, because Midsummer We lost a lot of guests tonight."

Chef Arnold said impatiently: "That's because they invited those guests, and the guests will only go today after accepting the invitation. If we hold the same banquet and invite guests, the guests will come to me as well."

"But they invited Sun Maocai."

"It's just a defeat." Chef Arnold was very dismissive. "Except for that person, no one can take away the guests from me."

Roland:?

What happened to the sudden atmosphere?

"That person?" Roland asked.

A Nuo didn't seem to hear Roland's words: "If you invite Sun Maocai, you want to snatch away my guests. The boss of Taifeng Tower must have looked down on me too much. Unless that Jiang Feng called his master, don't even think about it."

"Mr. Peng is already 100 years old, so he probably won't come out of the mountain again? He hasn't cooked in his own restaurant for many years." Roland didn't understand why Arnold always competed with the young chef he had never met.

"What do you know? It's written in the history books and some books of Huaguo. The old people love the younger sons, and the master also loves the closed disciples. Taifenglou is his family's restaurant. As long as he is driven to a dead end, he will be sure. Will help." Arnold said several times about him in a row, which made Roland dumbfounded.

Before Roland could react, Arnold seemed to have remembered something very irritating. He walked to a kitchen assistant with a displeased face and yelled at him in English mixed with French that he couldn't even make a muffin.

In the back kitchen of Taifeng building, Jiang Feng was making chickpeas.

The game is still being upgraded, and the identification skills cannot be used. Jiang Feng can't intuitively judge how the dishes are made, so he can only rely on his not very good tongue to choose the best pot from the clear soups hanging these days. Of course , with reference to the opinions of the three head chefs.

Chickpea curd was a dish, and it was the only dish Jiang Feng had at the Midsummer Banquet. In order to prevent Jiang Feng from being distracted by other things, Wang Xiulian deliberately removed Jiang Feng's menu from the ordering system. He only needs to make these 51 servings of chickpeas tonight, and he can do whatever he wants in the rest of the time. He can sit at the cold dish window and spy on the expressions on the faces of diners.

Jiang Feng was a little nervous.

He managed to make an S-grade chickpeas in one go, which can be regarded as the smoothest dish he has ever had. Now that the game is being upgraded, he can't see the ratings of the dishes. He knows it's unlikely, but he still can't help worrying that the A-level chickpeas can't trigger the buff this time, and he can't help but think wildly.

Although his mind couldn't help thinking about it, his hand and feeling were still very reliable. By the time the chickpeas curd was about to come out of the pot, Jiang Feng felt that everything was going well, but he was still nervous.

The dish is ready.

It's almost 7 o'clock.

Jiang Feng didn't move.

He wanted to try it first.

Although it's useless to try it, even if it doesn't work, he can't make two more pots, but he just wants to try it now, no, it should be said that he doesn't dare to put chickpeas in a big way and use it as an excuse to try it.

Jiang Feng felt that he seemed to rely too much on his identification skills, so that he didn't have much confidence in his dishes when he couldn't see the big S grade on the dishes.

"Xiao Feng, what's the matter?" Jiang Weiming noticed that Jiang Feng stared at the chickpeas in the pot without moving, thinking that something had gone wrong and hurried over.

"No... nothing." Jiang Feng said.

"Nervous?" Jiang Weiming could see why Jiang Feng suddenly stopped moving.

"A little bit." Jiang Feng told the truth.

Jiang Weiming looked at the chickpeas curds in the pot: "The shape is complete, and the appearance is tender and smooth. It looks good enough to be confused with the real one. We have also tasted the clear soup. It is a good one, and it will not cause any problems. Let's put it in a bowl."

Jiang Weiming's words gave Jiang Feng confidence, and he also felt that the pot of chickpea curds looked fine, but he couldn't see the lack of S-level confidence. Now that Jiang Weiming gave him confidence, Jiang Feng began to fill the bowl.

The small bowls that hold the chickpea curds are carefully selected by Wang Xiulian. They should not be too luxurious or too simple. The small bowls have no patterns and shapes, but they look very comfortable and atmospheric, which just matches the low-key ones in the bowl. Luxurious chickpeas.

"Brother Feng, are the chickpeas ready? Sister Yue said that the dishes are ready to be served and they are ready to withdraw tea." Sang Ming shouted.

"Okay, I'm loading the plate for two minutes!" Jiang Feng shouted.

As a skilled plate arranging worker, Jiang Feng was very skilled in arranging equipment, fast and well. Chickpea curds do not require additional decorations, as long as people’s first reaction is bean curds when served on the table.

Jiang Feng couldn't make the bean curds in every bowl the same, but could only make them almost the same, with different shapes. When bowls of chickpeas curds were stacked together, they looked like bowls of bean curds made at random, just bowls a bit small.

The chickpeas were sent out from the dish distribution window, and under the supervision of Ji Yue, several beautiful waitresses who were temporarily transferred from the second floor box delivered them to every guest in a steady manner.

The dishes are served first, and no one speaks.

The diners stopped talking when they saw the dishes were served, and began to look at this seemingly ordinary bowl of chickpeas.

Because they didn't know the menu in advance, basically everyone's first reaction was, why did Taifeng Restaurant serve the bean curd first without giving any ingredients.

But everyone is basically a well-informed and rich owner of food, and some people quickly reacted.

"This is chickpeas!"

Then the man couldn't wait to take a sip: "It's really chickpeas."

Even the well-informed old glutton was stunned, and exclaimed: "It's actually chickpea flower. This first sight really blew me away."

"There can be such fake chickpeas, I really didn't expect it!"

"It's not that you said that I really didn't expect it to be chickpeas. I just wondered what to do with bean curd in this first dish."

There were exclamations one after another.

Someone casually asked the waiter next to him: "Is this chickpeas curd made by Mr. Jiang?"

"Are you talking about Chef Jiang? No, today's chickpeas are made by Chef Jiang Feng." The waiter explained.

The person who asked the question was stunned. Although Jiang Feng's buff dishes like shredded yam were popular, he was really unknown compared to the two old men. There are too many chefs with the surname of Jiang in Taifeng Building, and they all belong to the same family. Many diners can't tell the difference.

"Jiang Feng?" the man murmured, apparently it was an unfamiliar name to him.

"Old Qian, what are you doing? The food is already served." The person next to him gave him a tug.

Only then did Lao Qian notice that everyone had been quiet for some time, bowing their heads to eat chickpeas, everyone's movements were consistent, and no one spoke, so it seemed that he was very different just now.

"Hey, what's up everyone..." Lao Qian wanted to ask the people next to him, but found that he had become like everyone else, ignoring them and focusing on eating.

Lao Qian shook his head, thinking that there was something wrong with all of them, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit, he picked up a spoon and took a spoonful of chickpea curd.

Entrance.

An indescribably wonderful taste.

! ! !

For a moment, Lao Qian didn't think about anything.

Don't think about who Jiang Feng is, and don't think about why everyone is quiet.

Because he too was quiet.

Eat vegetables, eat vegetables!