Life is a Game

This time, the fog was extremely long and noisy. Jiang Feng felt that he had stayed in the room for about 3 or 4 minutes. This time was so long that he even got a little impatient and wanted to reach out to push the fog away but to no avail.

very noisy.

Very familiar noise.

Jiang Feng heard a lot of sounds in the fog, footsteps, voices, objects colliding, among which the sound of dishes colliding was very clear, the sound of kitchen knives cutting vegetables, and the sound of stove burning, one after another, one after another, fused together.

Jiang Feng was very sure that he should be in a very big and lively kitchen now.

This made Jiang Feng a little confused.

In his memory in Han Guishan, he once saw the state-run restaurant where Jiang Weiming worked. It was quite big, but it was only the size of an ordinary state-run restaurant, not a restaurant.

The back kitchen of that state-run restaurant should not be able to accommodate so many voices. Jiang Feng felt that the ones that could make so many different voices at the same time, as well as the voices of so many people's voices and footsteps, should be the back kitchens of Taifeng Tower and Yongheju. Standard single-family large restaurant.

The fog finally lifted.

The scene is very familiar.

This is the back kitchen of Taifeng Building, but it is not the current Taifeng Building, but the Taifeng Building a hundred years ago.

It was the Taifeng building that Jiang Feng had seen in Jiang Huiqin's memory before.

There were a lot of people in the back kitchen. Jiang Feng took a rough glance and estimated that there were more than 20 people. In addition, the stove and cabinets were full of miscellaneous sundries except for a machine, which made the originally large back kitchen very crowded. You have to turn sideways or let the people next to you give way.

There are only two spacious places in such a crowded back kitchen, one is next to Jiang Chengde, and the other is next to Master Chen.

Both of them were cooking. They were wearing thick padded jackets, and their heads were covered with sweat. It was obvious that the temperature was too high because they had been staying by the stove, plus the sweat coming from the airtightness of the back kitchen. everyone is busy

At this time, Jiang Chengde was still a middle-aged man, and since Master Chen was still in Taifeng Building, Jiang Feng estimated that Jiang Huiqin might not have married Li Mingyi at this time.

Jiang Feng walked through the crowd and walked to Jiang Chengde's side.

Jiang Chengde was cracking eggs.

Two chopsticks, a bowl of egg liquid, the chopsticks are stirring quickly, and the egg liquid is tightly wrapped around the chopsticks like a soul, very smooth. There were some things in the pot that Jiang Feng couldn't tell what they were. They looked like small balls made of several kinds of ingredients, and they were not good in appearance.

Jiang Chengde didn't care about the pot, just let the small balls fry on the hot oil, and concentrated on beating the eggs, as if the bowl of egg liquid in his hand was the most important thing.

"Wei Ming, turn up the fire," Jiang Chengde said.

It was only then that Jiang Feng noticed that the young fireman who looked like a handyman opposite Jiang Chengde was actually Jiang Weiming.

Before Jiang Feng could take the time to look at Jiang Weiming a few more times, Jiang Chengde moved.

He evenly scattered the beaten egg liquid on the small balls in the pot in an arc like a waterfall, then quickly picked up the spatula and turned it over, before the egg liquid completely touched the oil at the bottom of the pot, let each Each small ball is evenly coated with a layer of egg liquid.

It feels like in a few breaths, there is a thin layer of delicate egg skin on each small group.

"Take out all the firewood," Jiang Chengde said.

Jiang Weiming, the pyrotechnician, quickly drew firewood, and his movements were very fast.

Jiang Chengde took advantage of the remaining heat in the pot to thicken the rice quickly, making the balls in the pot look more shiny, and the tender egg skin on the outside also looked particularly appetizing.

I saw that Jiang Chengde turned the spoon twice in a row, and every time he turned the spoon, there was a perfect 180-degree turning spoon, and the small balls in the pot were stacked on the plate in a very perfect and regular shape. The outermost egg skin was undamaged, shiny, and attractive. Jiang Chengde casually grabbed a small handful of white sesame seeds, kneaded them and sprinkled them on the plate for decoration, then left it alone to prepare for the next dish.

Just when Jiang Feng was wondering why the dishes were ready and not passed on, the two young servants who had been standing at the door and seemed to be doing nothing suddenly rushed to Jiang Chengde's side at a very fast speed, serving the dishes one by one. Cleaning the pot, with quick hands and feet, and quick movements, he raced against the clock and made Jiang Feng look stupid.

The one in charge of serving the food, with fast and steady hands, put the food into the food box almost in the blink of an eye, and ran out after picking up the food box. The most amazing thing is that the food box didn’t move much Jittery, very smooth.

The other one who cleans the pot is a bit inferior. After all, it is impossible to find anything novel by just cleaning the pot, but he controls his time very well.

Just as Jiang Chengde decided on the next dish, he picked up the ingredients waiting at the side, and his pot was finished, seamlessly.

Anyway, Jiang Feng was dumbfounded.

He had never imagined that the chef could arrange such noodles.

It doesn’t matter if there is a dedicated fireman, anyway, the one who does the fire is the son. In the future, everyone will have a natural stove and a gas stove. There is no need for a special fireman, and it feels fine.

But there is a person who is responsible for serving and loading dishes, and a person who is responsible for cleaning the pot, which is a bit scary.

Jiang Feng had never heard that the chef would also provide a special pot rinser. Which of them didn't use water to rinse the pot after frying a dish.

This is the noodle!

Not to mention that there is also a person who is in charge of cutting and serving, but I don't know if the person who cuts and cured meat is also specialized.

Jiang Feng observed carefully, and it seemed that Master Chen on the other side did not have such a good arrangement of noodles. Although he also had a person in charge of serving dishes, he had to clean the pot by himself.

but……

Jiang Feng stared at Jiang Chengde and Master Chen for almost half an hour. During this period, he also went out to eat a lot of dishes, but none of them were for dine-in, and all of them were delivered in food boxes.

Or is it said that at this time, Taifeng’s upstairs dishes are very impressive, and they are not served out, so you must go outside with a food box.

It was completely dark outside, but it was so dark in winter that Jiang Feng had no way of judging what time it was. Judging from the busy scene in the kitchen, it should be the meal time. Anyway, Jiang Chengde and Master Chen started from scratch. I didn't stop until the end, and I had to pant while cooking and couldn't stop alone to pant.

As more and more dishes were fried, the style of the food boxes became different. The most important thing was that the servants who rushed over were different each time, so Jiang Feng began to feel that something was wrong.

If he remembered correctly, the boss of Taifeng Building at this time should be the Boss Lu who he saw in his memory earlier, who was neither a good nor a bad person. He doesn't know if he is a qualified capitalist, but he is definitely not a philanthropist.

No matter how good or big a restaurant's business is, it still doesn't need so many food delivery boys.

At this time, a certain group and a certain hunger hadn't appeared on the land of the motherland, and Jiang Feng felt that there would probably not be a special takeaway boy responsible for delivering and receiving orders.

Jiang Feng glanced at Jiang Chengde.

Jiang Chengde's culinary skills can really be described as miraculous.

He had only seen Jiang Chengde make willow-leaf jelly in clear soup in his memory before, and he hadn't finished it yet. Although the willow leaf jelly in clear soup was very difficult, he didn't really see the most difficult part, and the willow leaf jelly in clear soup didn't have much room for showing off.

Unlike now, stir-frying, spooning, and thickening, as long as Jiang Chengde thinks, he can make the dishes like magic tricks, delicious and cool.

Watching him cook is even more exciting than watching ordinary TV dramas. If you are a child, you can definitely watch Jiang Chengde cook for a whole day, and you can enjoy it without blinking your eyes.

He was obviously just a seemingly ordinary middle-aged uncle, but when he was cooking, he just saw the effect of Zhang Guanghang walking the catwalk.

Although Jiang Feng had never seen Zhang Guanghang walk down the runway.

Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment, wanting to go outside to see what was going on.

For nothing else, I just want to know why there are so many food delivery boys in Taifeng Building.

After waiting for another ten minutes or so, Jiang Chengde seemed a little tired. After finishing a wonderful-looking dish that Jiang Feng had never seen before, he stopped and rubbed his wrists.

Then, a scene destined to make Jiang Feng unforgettable in this life appeared.

The ordinary young man who looked like a kitchen cleaner, who was cleaning the cabinets in the corner, suddenly walked up to Jiang Chengde and helped him hold his wrist and arm.

Jiang Feng:! ! !

This is the lineup!

What is cooking with a pot cleaner? Cooking with its own masseur is the real noodle!

Taking advantage of Jiang Chengde's break, Jiang Feng walked quickly to the door, tried the distance and found that without the air wall, he should be able to walk a little further, so he lifted his foot and stepped out.

The door that the back kitchen is opening at this time is the back door, and those servants also come in through the back door, and the back door does not lead to the restaurant. Jiang Feng's memory of Jiang Huiqin before was a little vague, but he vaguely remembered that if he entered through the back door, there should be a small courtyard outside, even if it wasn't a small courtyard, there were no buildings, it was just an open space anyway.

Jiang Feng was ready to see nothing when he stepped out, after all, there were no street lights on the road at this time.

Brightly lit.

The real lights are brightly lit, and everything looks like lanterns.

The back door was full of people.

Not only were there people, but it was also very noisy, but the back kitchen was also very noisy, so the noise outside was blocked, and Jiang Feng hadn't heard it at all before.

There was a long line of people at the back door, and Jiang Feng glanced over and estimated that there were at least thirty or forty people. The one at the front seemed to be in charge, or maybe responsible for maintaining discipline. He was not standing in the line, but was wearing a thick cotton coat. Standing in the cold wind, his hands and feet shrank from the cold, but his back was straight. He was ranked No. 1 Six people were talking.

Although everyone is holding up lanterns, it's not really dark outside, but it's definitely not bright either. I can see people outside and can light the way, but that's all. I want to see through the light of these waist-high lanterns. Looking at the expressions on those people's faces, it's a bit idiotic.

Jiang Feng took a few steps forward, and he barely saw the expression of the person in front who seemed to be in charge.

With a smile on his face, he looks like he is open for business.

"Master Hu, please hurry up. What time is it? It's not like you don't know that our palace is far away from your Taifeng Building. Even if I hurry back after I got the food, it will take less than half an hour. If I go back late, I will definitely be punished by the manager, and it’s fine if I don’t get rewards and good luck on the 30th, but it’s unlucky to be scolded for no reason.” The fifth one looked at the material of the clothes and was more expensive than the others The slightly fat boy who was so expensive complained.

"Look at what you said, Guanshi Qian. I can bear the burden of you calling Hu Ye. I am just an ordinary waiter. Besides, who else can punish you for Guanshi Qian except the old prince and the old concubine? This old man The prince and the old concubine are both the most kind people in our city of Beiping, how could they punish you for a dish? If I remember correctly, it will be the old concubine’s 50th birthday in April. I hope you will spend more time in front of the old concubine. Say a few good words and let this birthday banquet be held in our Taifeng Building, so that I will have honor walking outside." Master Hu said with a smile.

Seeing that, Guanshi Qian was really in a hurry: "Don't say these things that you don't have to embarrass me. The birthday of our old princess must be held in Taifeng Tower. Who is the master of Jiang's craftsmanship in Beijing now?" I don’t know. Please go to the back and give me a few reminders, as for these three dishes, if it’s late, it’s too late.”

"Don't worry, I've already urged you just now and I'm working on it. It's all in order. How can I not know the time for the New Year's Eve dinner at the palace? Don't worry, it will never be too late." Master Hu said with affirmation "Look, there are so many people behind you. I told you when I came to order two days ago. Master Jiang is too busy to order Master Chen and other masters. In the end, you still insist on ordering Master Jiang." Yes. Master Jiang is alone with two hands. He is not a god. How can he be so fast? Don’t worry, it will never be too late and will not delay you. We all know it in our hearts, and we just want the old prince and the old princess to eat fresh food. The pot is so hot that you don’t need to keep it for too long, so I specially arranged this place for you.” Master Hu comforted, and glanced inside.

"It's from Zheng Shilang's house, right? The dishes are almost ready, so you go up and wait."

The boy in the first row quickly put the lantern aside, and waited at the door with a food box.

Jiang Feng was dumbfounded at the door, and he was also dumbfounded.

On the one hand, I feel that this Mr. Hu is really eloquent and comforting. He speaks such a long series of words without pausing, with clear thinking and quick tongue. If Lou now had such an excellent waiter, why would he worry about bad business.

On the other hand, he felt that Jiang Chengde's reputation in Beiping might be greater than he imagined.

On New Year's Eve, every household has to eat New Year's Eve dinner at home, and they definitely won't come to restaurants for dine-in meals, but so many deliveries are really a bit exaggerated.

Line up!

Jiang Feng suddenly felt that the massagers inside just now were nothing.

This is both the prince's and the servant's, and no TV series dare to shoot like this.

What else is better than the transition period between the old society and the new society when the feudal dynasty just ended and feudal ethics remained, where countless dignitaries bowed down (of course, former dignitaries) and sent their servants to wait in the cold wind with lanterns. Waiting for the dishes, what about waiting for the dishes to start at the New Year's Eve dinner?

This is the real face-to-face!