Life is a Game

At 7:10 a.m. on October 15th, Jiang Feng was woken up by the annoying alarm clock as usual. The Jiwotou with the logo on his pajamas was wearing pajamas and grabbed his hair. He walked out of the room with a sleepy face. An extremely eye-catching camera was hung, and he was frightened awake on the spot.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng realized what he looked like now.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Jiang Feng flashed back to the room and closed the door tightly. Two minutes later, his hair was only a little messy, and he had changed into the handsome man carefully selected last night. Lost youth, youth is not only Jiang Feng in the extravagant birthday suit, walked briskly into the bathroom to wash up with the burden of an idol.

I even blow dry my hair for three minutes.

When he came to the living room, Jiang Feng found that Wu Minqi was just like himself. Not only had he been well-groomed, he had even curled his hair with a curling iron, and was drinking porridge.

It can be seen that regardless of gender, regardless of personality, as long as they are in front of the camera, everyone is the burden of idols.

"Fengfeng, eat quickly. Master Sun said in the group just now that he drove us there this morning." Wu Minqi raised her phone, signaling Jiang Feng to sit down and eat quickly, and stop studying the styling.

For this reality show, Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi, Sun Maocai and Sun Jikai specially formed a small group of four.

Unexpectedly, there would be such a good thing as rubbing a car, so Jiang Feng hurriedly sat down to eat. The millet porridge had been on the table for a while and it was not as hot as it was when it was just out of the pot, so he directly picked up the bowl and slurped down a bowl of porridge before starting to eat the cakes.

Seeing Jiang Feng drinking porridge, Wu Minqi suddenly seemed to remember something, and asked, "Fengfeng, why didn't you report the porridge when you reported the menu the day before yesterday?"

When Taifeng Building first opened, Jiang Feng's porridge sold well, cheap and delicious.

"Didn't you read the additional terms? The program team didn't allow porridge to be listed in the menu, maybe because they don't think porridge is considered a dish, and it's a big pot." Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi nodded to express her understanding.

After quickly finishing his breakfast, Jiang Feng looked at his phone and found that Sun Maocai and Sun Jikai were already waiting for them downstairs, so he hurried downstairs. Besides Sun Maocai and Sun Jikai, there was a videographer waiting for them downstairs. Sun Maocai told them that the other three videographers were already in Taifeng Building.

In fact, the question about the cameraman that Jiang Feng asked the director yesterday was a bit worrying. The program team did assign a cameraman to each person. But these cameramen are not one-on-one. Cameras are installed everywhere in Taifeng Building. Only one or two photographers need to follow the chefs. Other cameramen will take pictures of customers or other people. Moreover, the videographer is very tired from carrying the huge and heavy camera all the time, and everyone will take a break and take shifts.

"I got a message last night that Tong Deyan seems to be a contestant in Babaozhai this time." Sun Maocai said.

"Teacher Tong?" The three people in the back row spoke in unison.

"Didn't Teacher Tong leave Babaozhai a long time ago to open his own restaurant? How could he represent Babaozhai in the competition?" Jiang Feng looked shocked. What he really wanted to say was how could Tong Deyan represent Ling Guangzhao's restaurant in the competition.

Didn't the two of them pinch each other when they met, and quarrel when they sat together, and eating at the same table was like hell on earth.

"It seems that Ling Guangzhao specially invited him back for this competition." Sun Maocai said, "I don't know if this news is true or not. I don't think it's strange that Ling Guangzhao will invite Tong Deyan, and I also find it a little weird that Tong Deyan will agree. But I'm not very familiar with him. I remember that our show was recorded and broadcast, and it will be broadcast next week after filming this week, and we'll know when we watch the show next week."

Jiang Feng: ...

Who would have thought that they would have to follow up regularly like ordinary viewers if they wanted to know about the contestants.

Although he didn't know whether the news was true or not, Jiang Feng felt that it was somewhat credible, which could also explain why Ling Guangzhao was so confident that he didn't hesitate to spend huge sums of money to buy a qualification for the competition through the back door.

Now Babaozhai has Tong Deyan in the red case and Zheng Siyuan in the white case. They have suddenly changed from the last strong contender to the expected strong restaurant. Jiang Feng originally thought that no matter how bad the first week was, Babaozhai would be at the bottom. Now that the bottom restaurant is gone, Taifeng Building is in danger.

Although novels and TV dramas like to appear now, watching the protagonist counterattack from the bottom one, step by step pretending to be forceful and slapping the face becomes stronger amidst the booing voices.

But if you can get first or second or third or second to last, who wants to be first to last? After all, no one can guarantee whether he is the protagonist, cannon fodder or villain.

Sitting in the back seat, Jiang Feng suddenly became very nervous.

The cameraman was sitting in the co-pilot. He couldn't understand Chinese very well, but he could see the huge change in Jiang Feng's mood. The camera instantly pointed at Jiang Feng, making Jiang Feng wonder whether he should be nervous or not.

No matter how nervous the lottery was, the result of the lottery was doomed, and Jiang Feng couldn't do anything except hope that the customers could order fried shredded potatoes with their hands.

After arriving at Taifeng Building, everyone went to the locker room to change clothes as before, and then went to the kitchen to prepare dishes. At the beginning, the program team wanted to install cameras in the locker room. Maybe the variety show of Peaceful and Democratic America is such a large scale, but it was rejected and resisted by all the staff of Taifeng Building—no one wanted to be photographed with their own belly and beer belly.

Faced with the cameras that can be seen everywhere, everyone is a little nervous, but no matter how nervous you are, you still have to work. In the beginning, everyone was a bit burdened by idols because there was an extra cameraman in the kitchen. When cutting vegetables, they wanted to cut out the special effects of TV dramas. But soon everyone got into the working state, and gradually began to ignore the cameraman, and even faintly dislike him for blocking the way.

Jiang Feng found out that Zhang Guanghang was the photographer's favorite photographer.

Jiang Feng was cutting the meat, and the cameraman was taking pictures of Zhang Guanghang.

Wu Minqi was picking peppercorns, and the cameraman was taking pictures of Zhang Guanghang.

Sun Maocai was discussing with the two old men about the menu changes in Taifeng Building in two weeks, and the cameraman was taking pictures of Zhang Guanghang.

Sun Jikai was counting the Niuhe prepared for him by Comrade Wang Qiulian with a look of despair, and the cameraman was taking pictures of Zhang Guanghang.

Jiang Feng:?

He understands the truth, but Lao Zhang does not participate in the competition!

Just when Jiang Feng was thinking about reminding the videographer who were the contestants in the kitchen, Sun Jikai walked up to Jiang Feng with a pot of cows in his arms in despair.

"Do you think this pot of beef is too much?" Sun Jikai thinks that he may not work in a high-end hotel, but a full-time fried beef in a food stall.

Jiang Feng glanced at the big pot: "Is there a lot? I specially asked my mother to prepare two pots, why only one pot?"

Sun Jikai:?

Sun Jikai went back with Niu He in his arms and continued to doubt his life, while Jiang Feng happily washed, peeled, and shredded potatoes after processing the ingredients he was supposed to handle.

He couldn't think of any other way to promote the stir-fried potato shreds, so he could only let him be responsible for the fried potato shreds from peeling. The chefs of the three masters who can rank in the top 10 in the list of famous chefs come to fry a plate of stir-fried potato shreds for only 12 yuan. Baked cold noodles for one piece of money.

Jiang Feng himself was moved by himself.

At 11:30, Taifeng Building opened on time.

From this moment on, everything in the back kitchen of Taifeng Building must be given to Jiang Feng, Sun Jikai, Wu Minqi, and Sun Maocai. For this reason, everyone specially sent the loudest Sang Minghou to report loudly at the side of the order system.

"Master Sun, 3 servings of Dinghu Shangsu, 4 servings of Baked Lobster in Soup, 1 serving of Dinghu Shangsu, 1 serving of Longjing Tea Royal Bone, and 2 servings of preserved mustard shrimp balls."

"There is a soup doll dish!"

"Master Sun, the queue at your side is too long, let me stop taking orders for you first." Sang Ming shouted.

Sun Maocai's dishes all take time, especially the baked lobster in soup. The lobster is freshly killed.

Sun Maocai nodded in agreement. He was already very pleased to have a baby dish in soup. Sure enough, there are many slippery customers in this world.

"Sister Qiqi, 4 servings of mapo tofu, 2 servings of chrysanthemum fish, 6 servings of kung pao chicken, and 2 servings of boiled pork slices, do you want me to stop the order for you first?"

"No need." Wu Minqi started to fetch ingredients.

"Brother Sun, 12 servings of fried beef!"

Everyone:! ! !

At this moment, everyone felt that Sun Jikai was shining.

Sun Jikai directly carried the pot of Niuhe to the kitchen table closest to him, grabbed a handful, suddenly felt something was wrong, and turned around and asked, "What else?"

"It's gone, oh, here comes another serving of Niu He and another serving of Choy Sum."

Sun Jikai:?

It's obvious that he has the best performance, why can't he be happy at all.

"Brother Feng, you..." Sang Ming finally saw Jiang Feng's dishes, and was about to open his mouth to speak, but suddenly stopped, and stretched out his fingers to count on the ordering system.

"The old ones, the guests of Babao Chestnut Pigeon basically have 17 servings, 10 servings of chickpea curd, 9 servings of stuffed orange with crab, 2 servings of marriage set meal, 6 servings of braised eel section, 10 servings of fat sausage, Brother Feng, you This order is already full, and the waiting time has reached two hours and the order must be stopped."

"Don't you have any shredded potatoes?" Jiang Feng asked.

Sang Ming counted again.

"No."

Jiang Feng: ...

"Stop the order." Although Jiang Feng didn't want to stop the order, the queue was two hours long. If there were customers who were not afraid of waiting for a hard point, he might not be able to finish the order in his hand by the end of the noon business.

There is no way, he has too many appointments and orders to do every day.

Wang Xiulian has already cut down the reservation form of Babao Chestnut Pigeon a lot, but it doesn't help.

Sure enough, he still held everyone back.

The Qing Dynasty potato shreds are just too suffocating.

Jiang Feng sighed.

Sang Ming ran to Jiang Feng's side without knowing when.

"Brother Feng, it's okay. You already have a lot of dishes at noon. You can wait until the evening for lunch." Sang Ming comforted.

"Yeah." Jiang Feng nodded, showing a forced smile.

The camera teacher in the distance suddenly turned around, pointed the camera at Jiang Feng, and took a picture of this scene.