Life is a Game

Choosing dishes for opponents is a very particular thing.

If he wanted to release water for charity, Jiang Feng could choose a home-cooked, easy, popular and popular dish, such as braised pork, sweet and sour pork, Kung Pao chicken and so on. If I want to kill the pain, chickpea curd, chestnut pigeon with eight treasures and crab stuffed orange are all good choices.

If you are more ruthless, you can even choose pure meat wontons. Whether it is delicious or unpalatable, you have the same right to get bad reviews.

Bad reviews are also given for delicious food, and bad reviews are also given for unpalatable food.

The program team made an announcement at ten o'clock on Tuesday morning, and Ji Yue happened to be off on Tuesday, so she made an appointment with Wu Minqi early in the morning to go shopping, eat and have a beauty treatment. After reading the announcement, Jiang Feng sent a message to ask Wu Minqi what she thought, but he didn't get a reply for a long time. It is estimated that Wu Minqi was having a good time shopping and didn't look at her phone at all.

Then Jiang Feng asked again in the wechat group, and only Sun Mao replied, and Sun Jikai didn't hear from him, most likely he was sleeping.

What Sun Maocai meant was that after both Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai replied, we would discuss it.

The rule given by the program group is that each of the four people will come up with a recipe, and the cumulative sales of these four dishes must reach 100 within a week, and the praise must be more than 50. Sun Maocai felt that Taifenglou was now the number one in the total points, so there was no need to make a deadly move, making four horrific dishes that would require the opponent to deduct 2,000 points. But it can't be too charitable. If the top restaurant gets Taifeng Building, wouldn't they serve four charity dishes to give points to the top restaurant.

These four dishes have to go together.

Two paths are absolutely impossible, and two paths can be challenged, leaving a way for the opponent to survive and at the same time paving the way with sharp stones.

After chatting with Sun Maocai, Jiang Feng stuffed his phone into the corner of the sofa, turned over and took out the TV remote control that had been under his buttocks for a long time, and turned on the TV.

He has been lying on the sofa like this all morning, and he didn't even order takeaway.

I really don't want to move, salted fish makes people decadent.

Jiang Feng watched TV all day yesterday. Not only did he finish watching the new episode of Chinese and American variety shows in different versions, but he also watched some popular TV dramas recently, but he generally felt that there was nothing particularly attractive to him.

After pressing the remote control for a few minutes with his hand raised, Jiang Feng couldn't find any TV worth watching.

He wanted to see something interesting.

Wait, interesting.

Jiang Feng straightened up like a carp, and suddenly sat up from the sofa.

There are still several memories lying in his inventory that he didn't read.

Now that the game is about to enter the second stage, it will be too late if you don't watch it.

There are actually a lot of memories in the props bar, [Jiang Weiguo’s memory], [Zhao Lanhua’s memory], [Sun Maocai’s memory fragment] and [Ouyang Yang’s memory fragment] that Jiang Feng can’t remember when he completed the side mission. memory】. Except for Ouyang Yang, the rest are old acquaintances, grandparents and the most capable head chef of Taifeng Building.

Jiang Feng planned to take advantage of these few days to rest and read all four memories. In case something delicious came out, it would also be a boost for future games.

Jiang Feng thought for a while, selected [A memory fragment of Sun Maocai], and clicked Yes.

A fog.

Still a fog of bad words.

With so many memories in Jiang Feng's memory, he was used to hearing the voice first to determine where he was, and then waiting for the fog to clear to determine where he was. But the voice that was full of voices like this time in memory was still the kind of voice that was very clear and piercing even though it was quiet, talking about people behind the back, and it sounded more like being in the fog. It was the first time Jiang Feng had experienced the voice.

What did Master Sun think, that he accepted a thief as his apprentice?

That's right, it's okay to spread the news. How can customers dare to come to our Jubao Building for dinner in the future? It's going to ruin the reputation of our restaurant.

You have to be more careful in the future. He is Master Sun's apprentice now, and you won't be able to tell if you lost something without evidence.

I have already seen that he is not a good guy. If you want me to say that he must have stolen something on purpose before being discovered by Senior Brother Jiang, he just wanted to stay in the store in this way. The young man is more scheming than anyone else. A wild child without parents who lives outside is very thoughtful.

As the words of the discussion became more and more ugly and the fog became thinner, Jiang Feng was gradually able to see the things around him and the children beside him clearly.

Ten-year-old Sun Maocai.

At this time, although Sun Maocai had been accepted as a closed disciple by Sun Zheran, he was still very thin and thin, with thin arms and legs, he didn't look like a ten-year-old child at all, and people who said he was seven or eight years old would believe it.

Sun Maocai was wearing cheap, old, long-sleeved gray clothes stained with water and vegetable leaves. He was standing by the door, which was ajar. He was just next to the few people in the room who were eating and chatting annoying gossip. There is a wall.

Sun Maocai didn't go in, didn't move, didn't make a sound, and didn't even show any expression. He just stood quietly outside the door and listened to others talking about him like this.

Jiang Feng went in through the wall and took a look. There were only five people in the room, three of whom were gossiping, and the other two clearly disagreed with the three people's views but did not make a sound, frowning and eating in silence.

Five people were gathering around a table. There were several pots of vegetables on the table. The dishes were not bad, one meat and three vegetables. It's just that there is almost no meat in the dizzy pot, and it can only be judged from the layer of oil on the bottom of the pot that the pot should have been filled with meat. The other three pots of vegetarian dishes look very ordinary, there is no oily water, the dishes are quite fresh, but the heat is a bit old, and there is no appetite.

The three of them, who couldn't stop their mouths, continued to discuss.

I heard that when he was washing the dishes some time ago, he had been stealing lessons. He was dishonest when washing the dishes. His eyes kept staring at other places. He was a thief, and he knew it at a glance...

Okay. A middle-aged man who had been eating silently at the side finally couldn't listen anymore, It's just a ten-year-old child, talking about you behind your back is not afraid of rotten tongues.

Someone stopped them, and the three gossiping men who had always been unscrupulous and felt that everyone agreed with their ideas finally stopped talking, and their faces looked a little ugly.

Senior brother Liu... the one who said the most joyful just now said weakly.

I don't dare to be your senior brother. I don't want to be judged by a few good senior brothers behind my back if I'm lucky enough to be selected as a formal disciple by Master Sun. Senior Brother Liu put the bowl on the table and left , When he went out, he saw Sun Maocai who had been standing by the wall. He was stunned for a moment, didn't speak, but shook his head helplessly.

Sun Maocai stood by the wall for a while, and no one in the room dared to continue the discussion, and he didn't go in, so he just left silently.

The room just now was obviously the room where the employees of Jubaolou ate. Jiang Feng didn't know if Sun Maocai ate or not, so Sun Maocai went back to the back kitchen and started washing vegetables.

Wash the radishes.

After washing the radishes, cut the radishes.

At this time, Sun Maocai obviously did not have any systematic learning and training, and his knife skills were very amateurish. The slices of radish he cut out were of different thicknesses, which were only a little better than that of ordinary housewives.

It was obviously a break time at this time, and only Sun Maocai was cutting radishes silently in the back kitchen. It is estimated that no one knew that Sun Maocai was cutting radishes in the back kitchen at this time.

Jiang Feng just watched Sun Maocai chop the radishes in the back kitchen for half an hour.

In half an hour, half a box of white radish was gone.

What are you cutting? You can cut radishes like this. You still want to cut thin slices at your current level. You cut thick slices first, and then cut thin slices. It was only when Sun Maocai concentrated on While chopping radishes, Sun Guanyun suddenly appeared behind him.

Strange to say, as a native southerner, Sun Guanyun actually speaks with a northern accent at this time, the old man obviously contributed a lot.

After being told by Sun Guanyun, Sun Maocai was a little afraid to continue cutting with the knife.

Go ahead and cut it. If you want to practice knife skills now, you need to start with cutting radishes, and continue to practice. Are you ashamed not to practice when you cut radishes like this? Sun Guanyun said.

Oh. Sun Maocai went on to chop the radish.

Just after making two cuts, Sun Guanyun shouted to stop.

No, no, my father didn't teach you, didn't he tell you yesterday, your posture with the knife is not right. Sun Guanyun started directly, and instructed Sun Maocai how to hold the kitchen knife correctly, Look at me cutting, I will cut it now I'll cut you thick slices.

Sun Maocai focused on the movements of Sun Guanyun's hands.

Have you seen the meeting?

without.

Why are you so stupid? How did my father fall in love with you and accept you as my junior apprentice? My father has confiscated apprentices for many years. Sun Guanyun's words were full of disgust.

Brother, you just demonstrated it once. Sun Maocai said weakly.

Sun Guanyun: ...

Sun Guanyun had to demonstrate to Sun Maocai again.

Practice by yourself. I'll come to check after two hours. Sun Guanyun left after saying this, and didn't come back to check after two hours, but Sun Maocai practiced solidly for two hours.

Sun Guanyun didn't return to the kitchen until mid-afternoon when it was time to prepare for evening business. At this time, Sun Maocai had already cut three baskets of radishes. The sliced ​​radishes were piled up into hills, still varying in thickness, but compared to noon, there was obviously some progress. For a beginner, in just one afternoon, he can make visible progress in knife skills, which is definitely an almost monstrous culinary talent.

Anyway, Jiang Feng looked stupid.

With such talent, it's no wonder Sun Zheran would be tempted to accept him as a closed disciple.

Sun Guanyun was also dumbfounded, as if he was meeting Sun Maocai for the first time. But when he was young, Sun Guanyun was a person who wanted to save face and suffer, although Sun Guanyun was a little bit old when he was old.

Sun Guanyun pretended that I think you are okay, but just so so: It's okay, you need more practice.

Brother, is my method of cutting carrots right now? Sun Maocai asked.

Of course it's right, what can I teach wrong? Sun Guanyun looked complacent, picked up one of the baskets of white radishes that Sun Maocai had cut out, and left.

Sun Maocai \u0026 Jiang Feng:?

Sun Maocai had been chopping radishes all afternoon, but basically he didn't need them. He doesn't have to do anything during the evening business hours, he just needs to follow Sun Zheran and listen to his explanation.

Sun Zheran was obviously very patient with the newly recruited apprentice, no matter whether Sun Maocai needed the content of what he said at the time, he would explain it very carefully. From the selection of ingredients, the exquisite knife skills, the details of seasoning to the heat of a dish, everything is in detail. Break it apart one by one and explain it to Sun Maocai, so that he can see the whole picture before learning from the beginning.

Sun Zheran is undoubtedly a good teacher.

After the teaching was completed, Sun Zheran still cared about Sun Maocai's progress in cutting radishes.

Did Guan Yun teach you about your saber skills this afternoon? Sun Zheran asked with a smile.

Senior Brother Sun taught me how to chop white radishes all afternoon.

He has that good temper to guide you all afternoon? I'm afraid he taught you casually and then went to do his own thing. He is your senior brother. If there is anything you don't understand, you can ask him. This is for me. He has to do what he has to do.

Don't look at him sometimes speaking badly, he is still very kind-hearted and enthusiastic. Don't be afraid, ask what you should.

Sun Maocai nodded.

Hungry, I'll take the radishes you cut this afternoon and make you stewed radish pork ribs soup. In the small kitchen in the cubicle, go and make some soup by yourself and put it on the bar mat first.

I'm not hungry. Sun Maocai said.

How can you not be hungry if you haven't eaten at noon. Sun Zheran exposed Sun Maocai's lie.

Sun Maocai was stunned.

I asked Guanyun to look for you at noon today. He searched for you at the eating place but couldn't find you, then ran to your house to look for you but didn't find anyone, and finally found you in the kitchen. He Guess you may go back to the kitchen to practice knife skills without eating at noon. You can’t do this next time. How can you not eat when you are growing up now? The most important thing for a chef is to have a good physique. If you don’t have good physical strength and Strength cannot be a good cook. Sun Zheran began to explain.

These clothes of yours are too old, and they are a bit small, so it's inconvenient to wear them. I asked Guan Yun to find out his childhood clothes. Although they are all old clothes, they are durable and durable. They were all made by your teacher's wife back then. , so I was reluctant to keep it all the time, but I didn’t expect it to come in handy now. Originally, I wanted him to give it to you personally, and I just took this opportunity to enhance the relationship between your brothers and sisters, but he didn’t find you. Throw it in your house.

Speaking of this, Sun Zheran couldn't help showing a smile: He has such a temper, impatient and impatient.

Sun Maocai didn't know what to say, so he could only slightly lower his head and look at the ground, not daring to look at Sun Zheran: Thank you, Master.

Study hard, and I'll ask your mistress to make you a new suit after the Chinese New Year, so go drink rib soup.

Why did I obediently go to the small kitchen in the cubicle, the radish pork rib soup was still simmering on the stove, it was very fragrant, very soft and rotten, and the most important thing was a lot of meat.

There is so much meat that it is not like radish rib soup but radish broth. The ribs should not have so much meat at all.

A qualified radish and ribs soup should not have so much meat, but in this era when meat is still relatively precious, this unqualified radish and ribs soup is more exciting and attractive than most qualified radish and ribs soup .

Who doesn't love a big, tempting and fragrant piece of meat?

The soup had obviously been simmering for a while, and the tempting aroma of radish rib soup wafted through the entire compartment. Sun Maocai's radish slices of different thicknesses floated up and down on the soup, showing a faint tendency to be stewed.

Obviously, although Sun Zheran stewed the pot of soup, he didn't look at it.

Sun Mao found a small bowl and scooped a bowl full of meat for himself.

Very conscientious, not even a single radish.

At this time, Sun Maocai obviously didn't have too many opportunities to eat meat. Facing such bowls of delicious and tempting meat, he didn't hesitate at all. Regardless of the heat, he ate, chewed, and swallowed in big mouthfuls.

He devoured it voraciously, without stopping at all, bowl after bowl, and even looked a bit fierce, like a hungry wolf that has been hungry for several days and is hunting for food.

In this way, the picture was fixed on Sun Maocai's mouth wide open.

It's getting foggy.

Jiang Feng left his memory.

After leaving the memory, Jiang Feng's only thought is——

This is too short!

Sure enough, it is indeed a fragment of memory, it is really just a fragment!

That's it?