Life is a Game

What Jiang Feng didn't expect was that there was someone else who came to him before Grandma Ji Xia the next day.

Zhang Qian wants to see him.

In fact, Jiang Feng and Zhang Qian didn't know each other very well. They just had a friendship with the eight-treasure porridge in the original Haowei Cooking Competition. Although he had Zhang Qian's WeChat and QQ, he had almost no contact. The last time I communicated with Zhang Qian was when Xu Cheng announced the ranking of the celebrity chef list on Weibo, and Zhang Qian sent a WeChat message to congratulate him.

So when the evening business had just started and the back kitchen was already busy, Ji Yue ran to the back kitchen to tell Jiang Feng that Zhang Qian wanted to see him outside and asked if he had time, Jiang Feng was shocked.

But he agreed, but Zhang Qian had to wait for an hour or two. He had a lot of dishes waiting for him to cook and serve, and he couldn't stop for an hour or two.

In the past few months, Zhang Qian has been a frequent visitor to Taifeng Building.

As an ordinary college student majoring in Chinese, Zhang Qian's father is the chef of the most famous restaurant in City A, which can be regarded as a family background. Although he couldn't compare with children like Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai who really came from culinary families, they always had more money in their pockets than ordinary college students, especially for food.

According to Ji Yue, Zhang Qian would come to Taifeng Building for two meals a week on average. The time was very fixed, Wednesday night and Saturday noon. Every meal must order Jiang Feng's dishes, no matter what Jiang Feng's dish is on the menu that day, as long as he can grab it, order it, and order pure meat wontons.

An absolute fan of Jiang Feng.

It was already past seven o'clock when Jiang Feng finished his work. Although there were still some dishes left, there was no need to worry. It's definitely okay to take a few minutes to go out and talk to Zhang Qian. She has been waiting for more than two hours and Jiang Feng can't make her wait any longer.

When Jiang Feng went out from the back kitchen, he found that Zhang Qian was actually sitting behind the cash register helping customers check out. This shows that Taifeng Building really needs to hire more waiters.

Look, this is not a self-service checkout anymore, this is an obligation for guests to help checkout.

"Zhang Qian." Jiang Feng went to the cash register and called Zhang Qian, motioning him to go to the door of the locker room to talk. Jiang Feng is wearing a chef's uniform and it's not easy to wander around in the lobby.

Jiang Feng didn't notice that when he told Zhang Qian to go in, Ji Xia and Ji Xue were bringing their mother-in-law in from the door. Ji Xia saw Jiang Feng standing by the cashier in a chef's uniform at a glance, and excitedly pointed to Jiang Feng to introduce to her mother-in-law.

"Mother-in-law, that's my master!" Ji Xia looked proud, and even his voice became a little louder.

A smile appeared on Ji Xia's mother-in-law's face: "Sure enough, it's just as Xia Xia said, he is a handsome, tough, kind-hearted guy."

Ji Xia wanted to drag her mother-in-law to talk to Jiang Feng, but was stopped by Ji Xue.

"Xia Xia, your master is talking to others, don't disturb it, it's impolite, let's wait for your master to finish talking with that sister."

"Oh." Ji Xia could only lead her mother-in-law to wait for Jiang Feng at the entrance of the back kitchen where there were fewer people.

If it wasn't normal business hours now, Ji Xia would have taken her mother-in-law into the back kitchen and introduced her to the place where she usually kneads noodles, bakes shortbread and cuts pig food for Da Hua.

At the same time, Jiang Feng led Zhang Qian to the door of the locker room, which was quieter and more suitable for talking, as long as no one in the locker room was eavesdropping.

"Ji Yue said you were looking for me. What's the matter? In fact, if you have anything to do, you can tell me on WeChat or QQ. There is no need for an interview. You have been waiting for almost two hours." Jiang Feng said.

Zhang Qian seemed a little nervous, even a little shy, her hands were uncomfortably clutching the corners of her clothes, her head was lowered and her speech was hesitant, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"I...I actually want...I..."

Jiang Feng couldn't help but thump in his heart at this situation.

Damn it, wouldn't this little girl make her star-chaser fanatical and imagining her idol's confession?

Jiang Feng tried his best to think back, he and Zhang Qian are actually about the same age, and he has already ranked sixth in the list of famous chefs at a young age, has excellent cooking skills, and can cook Jiang's ginseng I can make pure meat wontons under the soup, and I have become more and more handsome recently.

A little girl like Zhang Qian who has just entered university and is at the legal age to fall in love will regard admiration as liking, and it is not impossible to like herself and want to confess to herself.

Wait, Jiang Feng thought something was wrong.

Although he knew it was Wu Minqi who confessed to him first, in the eyes of everyone including the contestants at that time, it was he who confessed to Wu Minqi in public on the stage of the semi-finals. At that time, Zhang Qian saw it from the audience, presumably in the audience Her voice is also in the screaming female voice.

Since Zhang Qian knew that he had a girlfriend, she probably wouldn't try to win him over.

But what if Zhang Qian is really in charge?

How should I refuse? How to be decisive, but at the same time refuse without hurting a young girl who is in love?

Just when Jiang Feng's mind was playing fifty-two episodes of a large-scale family ethics sadomasochism idol drama, Zhang Qian spoke.

"I want to worship you as my teacher!"

"I don't think we're a good fit."

Zhang Qian:?

Jiang Feng: ...

Question marks were written all over Zhang Qian's face: "No... not suitable?"

Jiang Feng's face was also full of question marks: "Worship...worship me as a teacher?"

The two looked at each other, and the air was filled with the embarrassment of being able to pick out three rooms and one living room with their toes.

Jiang Feng was really dumbfounded.

Although many people teased him during the first few days of vacation, he was told to be prepared for someone who would travel thousands of miles to visit him as a teacher. But he didn't expect this day to come so quickly and so suddenly, and it was someone he knew who came, and the most important thing was that it was a girl from the Chinese Department of the University of Foreign Studies.

"Why do you want to worship me as a teacher?" Jiang Feng looked shocked, "Do you... want to be a chef in the future?"

Zhang Qian nodded: "At first I didn't want to, although my dad said that I have some talent in cooking and my sense of taste is better than ordinary people, but girls are not suitable to be chefs, especially red case chefs. I didn't like it much at first, I just took cooking as a hobby and didn't think about becoming a chef in the future."

"What about now?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Now I think that being a cook is actually a very good job. I like your dishes and your porridge very much. Besides, the red case chef is not suitable for girls, which does not mean that there are no girls. I think sister Wu is a red case chef. It's also very good." The more Zhang Qian said, the more appreciative her expression became, "I've thought about it for a long time. In fact, I have liked cooking since I was a child. I also learned the basic skills of the game when I was young. I know it. I have talent, and I like it too. You shouldn't give up for some unknown and uncertain things."

This is not a perfect standard answer, but a very sincere answer.

Jiang Feng couldn't refuse for a while.

Even though he already has an apprentice, he still hasn't learned how to be a master.

But he must learn how to be a master, and he must also have apprentices, otherwise, if the inheritance of Jiangjia cuisine is broken in his hands, the old man may beat him to death.

Even if he is the sixth in the list of famous chefs.

Zhang Qian is a good young girl. Jiang Feng knew very well that her sense of taste was much more sensitive than that of ordinary people, and she was even better than many professional chefs.

Jiang Feng had no reason to refuse such a young, talented young man who was eager to learn from his teacher.

But Jiang Feng didn't agree directly.

"How about it." Jiang Feng said, "If you don't mind, come to the store to help the kitchen when you are free during this time. I can teach you something, but I can't give you an accurate answer now, and you can think about it yourself A few days and see if you really like it."

"Okay." Zhang Qian was very happy.

Jiang Feng smiled at her, walked out, and bumped into Ji Xia head-on.

"Master!" Ji Xia squatted at the kitchen door for five minutes, "This is my mother-in-law."

Jiang Feng quickly looked at the old man beside Ji Xia.

He always thought that Ji Xia's mother-in-law should be a very kind-hearted old man, amiable, so that she fits the image of the only person who gave her warmth in Ji Xia's mouth.

It turned out that Granny Ji Xia was a stern looking old lady, thin and small, a standard dean-like person who made people couldn't help but raise their chests and speed up their pace when they saw it.

"Hello." Jiang Feng immediately became respectful.

"Hello." Ji Xia's mother-in-law smiled kindly, and suddenly had the feeling Ji Xia had described before.

Jiang Feng didn't stand so straight again.

"Xia Xia, why is it bad for your mother-in-law to stand here? I specially reserved a seat by the window for you, and I will lead your mother-in-law to sit by the window, and then come to the kitchen." Jiang Feng said, "Ji Xue, You go and change your clothes first, and then come in after changing your clothes."

"Okay." The two sisters said in unison.

Within a few minutes, Ji Xia entered the back kitchen at the same time as Ji Xue came.

"Ji Xue, I've already prepared the fish for you in advance." Jiang Feng pointed to the fish that had been prepared on the cooking table.

Ji Xue nodded, did not speak, and went to make fish balls.

"Xia Xia, come and stretch the noodles."

"Okay!" Ji Xia was very excited.

"By the way, master, what did my sister ask you for?"

"She wants to worship me as a teacher." Jiang Feng didn't hide it.

Ji Xia was stunned for a moment, and his reaction was very strange: "Then can I be a senior sister?"

"Can I teach her? All the brothers and sisters in the TV series I watched were brought by the seniors and brothers."

Jiang Feng:?