Life is a Game

He didn't take a few mouthfuls of Jiang Feng's and Ji Xia's share of pigeon swallow, and gave Ji Xia all the rest.

In all fairness, the taste of this dish is good. The bird's nest itself has no taste, but after being stewed in the broth, it absorbs the deliciousness of the broth and the salty aroma of the ham. The whole dish does not need to be seasoned, what you eat is the original taste of the ingredients. The bird’s nest is stewed into a translucent light golden color. When eating, you must put the bird’s nest, pigeon meat, and pigeon skin together in your mouth to experience the simplicity and elegance. , Meaty, delicious go hand in hand, a masterful taste.

Ge Tun Yan is delicious, but it is only limited to A-level delicious food.

Jiang Feng, who had tasted the top-notch Yan Wing Feast, which could be called a gluttonous feast, would no longer be surprised or surprised by this level of luxury dishes.

What he is more concerned about now is whether the buff is useful.

Wu Minqi didn't respond, but Ji Yue did.

She was distracted.

While eating, she lost her mind, her hands stopped moving, her mouth stopped chewing, and her eyes became dull. Those who didn't know thought she was still in physics class.

After a long time, so long that Ji Xia had finished eating the pigeon swallow, Ji Yue suddenly woke up, seeing her posture, if she was not still holding a spoon in her hand, she might be on the verge of a crime.

"I thought of it, I finally thought of it, I know how to draw!" Ji Yue exclaimed, put the unfinished portion of Ge Tun Yan on the table, and disappeared in a flash.

Just like a student of the Academy of Fine Arts.

Now Wu Minqi reacted a bit, she took a strange look at Ji Yue's leaving back, then at the unfinished portion of Ge Tunyan on the table, and continued to eat her own with her head down.

Jiang Feng, who was always following Wu Minqi's movements: ...

Is this useful or not?

Until Wu Minqi finished eating his share of Ge Tunyan, Jiang Feng didn't see whether it had taken effect.

If he couldn't see it, he asked directly. Jiang Feng kept opening his mouth and said, "Qiqi, what do you think?"

"It's delicious." Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng looked at Wu Minqi.

Wu Minqi:?

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Feng: ...

OK, he was sure, it didn't work.

Jiang Feng felt that he had to talk to Wu Minqi.

Although cooking is a bit like art to some extent, you can't survive without being crazy, and you can do all kinds of weird things when you study dishes. Jiang Feng was also very abnormal when he first wanted to improve clear soup, willow-leaf jellyfish. He knew the feeling, but he didn't know it. In the end, he still didn't know what to do. Naturally, he could understand the feeling of scratching his cheeks and anxiety. Wu Minqi is not in a normal state right now.

But at that time, his abnormality was torturing others, and he was not the one who drank those unpalatable mushroom soups, but Wu Minqi's abnormality was torturing himself.

Squatting in the kitchen staring at the refrigerator in a daze at night without sleeping, the whole person is distracted and absent-minded, neither cooking nor entertaining but going to work normally.

Such an abnormal pattern is not only impossible to seek a breakthrough, but also bad for the body.

"Qiqi, I want to explore with you." Jiang Feng said suddenly.

Before Wu Minqi could react, Jiang Feng pulled Wu Minqi out of the back kitchen and walked straight to the convenience store next door.

There were still no customers in the convenience store next door. The air conditioner was sufficient. The owner of the convenience store was watching anime with headphones on as usual. It was quiet and no one disturbed him.

Great for talking things through.

"What's the matter?" Wu Minqi didn't realize it until she entered the convenience store. Before that, she was in a state of being half-absent. This reaction was not only slow, it was like drinking fake wine.

"Why do you want to copy hands?" For some reason, Jiang Feng felt that when he said this, his tone and expression were a bit like a talent show mentor asking a contestant: Do you have any dreams?

"Ah?" Wu Minqi finally completely left the state of being distracted, probably because Jiang Feng's question prevented her from being distracted, "It's because... because..."

Wu Minqi felt that there was an answer on her lips, but she just couldn't say it.

She herself was confused.

"Then what were you thinking about yesterday and today? Or what are you looking for?" Jiang Feng continued to ask.

"I'm looking for that smell." This time Wu Minqi answered quickly, "I remember that smell, but I can't remember it clearly. At first I thought that as long as I could make it, I would definitely be able to remember it, but I did. So much is never that taste.”

"Qiqi, let's reorganize it."

Wu Minqi sat upright, looking at Jiang Feng as if listening to a teacher.

"You start making breakfast because you want to control the spiciness of the dish."

Wu Minqi nodded.

"Are you under control?" Jiang Feng asked.

Wu Minqi shook her head: "No, it feels the same as before."

"Actually, it's not as good as before. When I didn't come to Beiping before, I never thought about cooking less. If I put too much, would the guests not be able to accept it? Now cooking, I always feel a little timid." Wu Minqi sighed .

Jiang Feng also felt the same way. He remembered that when Wu Minqi was in city A, to be precise, when he was working as a part-timer in a healthy stir-fry restaurant, it was a heroic thing to cook vegetables and sprinkle pepper and chili peppers. Cry without tears but can't stop.

It directly boosted Jiang Feng's drink sales.

"So since when did you become like this?"

Wu Minqi thought for a long time, then shook her head in confusion: "I don't remember."

"Then when did you start intentionally controlling the amount of seasonings when cooking?" Jiang Feng asked in a different way.

"Probably...maybe after the release of "Zhiwei". Mr. Xu Cheng said that I haven't found the critical point of controlling the spiciness. My dishes bring more pain than enjoyment."

Jiang Feng nodded, although he knew very well that Wu Minqi had intentionally controlled the amount of condiments long before the release of "Knowing the Taste", this pot could not be deducted from Xu Cheng, but at present, he didn't know who should be responsible for this pot, so he temporarily gave it to Xu Cheng Bar.

"Then Qiqi has a very clear context of things now. Let's assume that you started to want to control the amount of condiments after the release of "Zhiwei", and you wanted to practice by making breakfast a few months ago. All the logic is smooth. But it doesn't explain why you are doing red oil copying hands, you just want to find the critical point, but what does this critical point have to do with copying hands?" Jiang Feng pointed out the problem.

Wu Minqi couldn't answer.

"There has to be a reason, Qiqi, you can't just want to make Chaoshou for no reason, and besides, we don't sell red oil Chaoshou at all. You can't see it so you want to do it. I used to make breakfast Back then, you were making jelly noodles, cold noodles, dumplings, chaoshou, pancakes, and all kinds of things. There must be a reason why you suddenly only outflank your hands and only do chaoshou." Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi bit her lip, frowned slightly, and thought for a long time: "I don't know, I feel like I really just thought of it suddenly, and I have that feeling."

"It's just..." Wu Minqi couldn't explain clearly, "It's just a feeling, I feel like I want to be a red oil copy."

"Then do it." Jiang Feng smiled.

"But I feel like I..."

Jiang Feng interrupted Wu Minqi: "Qiqi, do you still remember the time when I made mushroom soup the year before last?"

Of course Wu Minqi remembered that she also went to a healthy stir-fry restaurant and was one of the victims.

"At that time, I entered into a misunderstanding. I thought that the strong taste of mushroom soup would cause the overall taste of the dish to be uncoordinated, so I tried to cover up that taste. I added a lot of things and tried many methods, but I always I thought there was something wrong with it, I felt at the time that my thinking was wrong, that’s why I made so many unpalatable mushroom soups and served them as regular soups.”

"Later, it turned out that my feeling was right, and my thinking and method were wrong. That dish should be made with mushroom soup. How could I give up everything to cover up the taste of mushrooms. Kiki, you must Believe in your own feelings, even if the steps are wrong, the feeling will definitely not be wrong. If you don't even believe in your feelings, then there is probably nothing you can trust." Jiang Feng said with a look of affirmation.

Wu Minqi felt that the fog in her heart seemed to have lifted a little bit.

A ray of light shone through layers of fog to the place that should have been bright.

"But Fengfeng." Wu Minqi was a little tangled, "Don't you feel a little tired of eating red oil and Chaoshou every morning? I feel like I'm getting tired of eating."

Jiang Feng: ...

Now is the time to worry about whether eating red oil Chaoshou will make you tired?

But as an excellent boyfriend who had seen how Wang Hao chased his ex-girlfriends back then, Jiang Feng knew very well what kind of nonsense to say at this time.

"Of course it's not greasy." Jiang Feng said with a smile, "As long as it's made by you, I won't get tired of it for a long time."

Only feel spicy.

Wu Minqi smiled: "Have you chatted with Wang Hao a lot recently? I feel that you speak a bit like him."

Jiang Feng: ...

Just when Jiang Feng was thinking about what to say to resolve the greasy nonsense just now, his phone vibrated and someone sent him a WeChat message. Jiang Feng quickly took out his phone and pretended to check the message in an attempt to resolve the embarrassment .

The news came from Lu Sheng. Lu Sheng told him that Peng Changping's apprentice banquet was scheduled to be held at 7:00 pm tomorrow in the largest box in Yongheju, which can seat 20 people.

As for why it is a box for 20 people, because tomorrow's banquet has 27 dishes.

Yes, 27 dishes, Jiang Feng didn't even know if Peng Changping could cook so many dishes in one go.

Those with smaller appetites will be full once the food arrives.

Lu Sheng also euphemistically said that because there are too few people and too many dishes, everyone may not be able to finish eating by then. Too much leftovers on the table would appear to be Peng Changping's poor cooking skills, and everyone would be embarrassed if they didn't show face, so they hinted that Jiang Feng could bring one or two family members.

It's best to be a girlfriend and apprentice, the relationship is very close and you can take it out for a banquet.

Lu Sheng knew that Jiang Feng had an apprentice.

Jiang Feng didn't expect such a good thing to happen.

But Peng Changping really couldn't invite anyone. He didn't know many people in China. Zhou Shi was also a social insulator, and Tao Shu was a good friend. The rest of the relative close relationship might be those old colleagues in Taifeng Building. But Taifeng Building is going to be open normally. I went to Jiang Feng and Sun Maocai, and then went to a few chefs. Taifeng Building can directly close its doors tomorrow night to give employees a big vacation.

Peng Changping even invited Sun Maocai and Han Guishan, if he spread his thinking and asked people he knew, he could only invite Chef Arnold.

"Qiqi, Lu Sheng asked me to bring a few more family members to dinner tomorrow night. Would you like to take this opportunity to rest for half a day and taste Master Peng's craftsmanship?" Jiang Feng asked.

Wu Minqi naturally agreed to be able to eat the banquet made by Peng Changping himself, there is no reason why she should not agree, even if she has a broken leg, she has to crawl over.

"Tomorrow night's banquet is Master Peng's acceptance banquet, right?" Wu Minqi asked.

Jiang Feng nodded.

"Time is a bit tight, Fengfeng, hurry up and ask Boss Lu what Master Peng likes, let's hurry up today and tomorrow to prepare a gift for Master Peng, and bring it there tomorrow night."

"You still need to prepare a gift?" Jiang Feng was stunned. He didn't prepare a gift when he rubbed the swallow's wings last time. No one prepared a gift at that time.

Wu Minqi had a look of resentment: "Of course we have to prepare gifts. Tomorrow is Master Peng's apprentice banquet. Not only do we have to prepare gifts, but we also have to prepare solemn ones. We have to choose carefully."

"Quickly ask, time is running out!"