Life is a Game

The contestants who have advanced to the top eight in the country gather in the background.

Jiang Feng just peed in the bathroom and looked at the attribute panel. The victory over Sun Jikai in the hidden mission [Jiang Weiguo's pride] has been completed, and now he is short of advancing to the final. The task prompt is still asking players to make full use of the resources around them, which makes people a little confused.

No matter how you look at it, this kind of task prompt is just for him to be opportunistic, but what resources can he use to go to Han Guishan's house and make him 60 vegetable dumplings so that he can help him get out of the back door? This is too much!

During the whole competition, everyone stood and didn't move much, and didn't go to the toilet. Except for Jiang Feng who went to the toilet fakely, there were quite a few who actually went to the toilet. In addition, those who sat and rested drank slowly. We gave everyone ten minutes of self-rest and adjustment time, and announced the rules of the next game after ten minutes.

When Zhang Qian, the last one who went to the bathroom, came back, the staff gathered everyone together to announce the rules of the game.

"Starting from the 8-to-4 competition, our competition format has become one-on-one. After a while, all the contestants will be invited to draw lots. Those who draw the same number will be the contestants in the same group. The theme of each group is different. The first The first group is sweet and sour, the second group is sweet porridge, the third group is salty and fresh, and the fourth group is spicy. Now the contestants can start to draw lots, and the draw box is on your right, the red box.” Staff Point to a red lottery box sitting on the chair to the right.

One on one?

Jiang Feng suddenly came up with a bold idea. If he was drawn to be in the same group as Ji Xue, he would give Ji Xue a guaranteed monthly salary of 30,000 yuan. Would Ji Xue be willing to withdraw from the competition?

It only took 20 seconds for Jiang Feng to wake up. He had no money.

The lottery box is a bit worn out. It should be a lottery box left over from a variety show in the provincial TV station. It was wiped and used. Zhao Shan is on the far right. The first one reached out and took out a red ball. It said 1.

Wu Minqi followed closely and touched out 4.

Jiang Feng could only pray that he wouldn't touch it too 4, who knows better than Wu Minqi in the spicy dishes.

After Zhang Qian, who was in front of Jiang Feng, drew 2, Jiang Feng also touched the red ball numbered 2.

The two looked at each other.

"Coincidentally, you are also number 2." Jiang Feng laughed.

"Well, it looks like I'm going to be eliminated." Zhang Qian smiled at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng: ...

You don't even give me room for modesty, so I can't answer the conversation.

"No, no, I think your chicken porridge with mushrooms is quite good," Jiang Feng said.

"I also cook porridge and soup a little better."

In fact, getting sweet porridge is very beneficial to Zhang Qian. Her senses of taste and smell are terribly sensitive, but because of her physical insufficiency, she didn't practice as hard as Wu Minqi, and her knife skills and spoon turning are relatively poor. With her talent, if she hadn't met Jiang Feng, she would still have a great chance of winning.

It's a pity that she met Jiang Feng who seemed to be a red chef, but behind his back was a top-notch porridge cooker.

The grouping results came out in less than a minute. Zhang Guanghang and Zhao Shan were in the first group, Jiang Feng and Zhang Qian were in the second group, Gu Li and Chu Peng were in the third group, and Wu Minqi and Ji Xue were in the fourth group. In an instant, all eyes were on Wu Minqi and Ji Xue.

What kind of Shura field is this!

Zhao Shan, who basically had no sense of existence, was relieved and relaxed, and instantly looked away from fame and fortune. It's all about losing anyway, why not lose a little bit more freely, lose a little more chicly, lose a little bit in Hexi for 30 years, and make yourself look more like a protagonist?

But no one paid attention to Zhao Shan, everyone wanted to see something from Wu Minqi and Ji Xue.

However, both of them are facial paralyzed, even if the sword is out of the sheath in private, the light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, the bloody storm, the face is calm and amiable.

"I believe that all the contestants already understand their groups and the theme of the next game. The competition system of this game is quite special. We will compete in sequence according to the order of the groups. The time limit for each group is 40 minutes. The contestants in each group must make the same dish , so all contestants need to discuss with each other and determine the competition dishes as soon as possible." The staff lady smiled sweetly, "The 8-to-4 competition will start on time at 8:00 p.m. Arrive at the prep room beforehand and notify us of the ingredients you need by 9pm on the 10th."

"Do you have any other questions?"

"Is 40 minutes too short?"

"Can I bring my own broth?"

"that……"

Jiang Feng, who has always adhered to the idea that I can do whatever I want, I can do whatever I want, no problem, I can do whatever I want, and Jiang Feng, who saw this, was ready to run away.

"Jiang Feng." Zhang Qian called him suddenly, "Can we make eight-treasure porridge instead?"

"Make eight-treasure porridge?" Jiang Feng actually didn't care what kind of porridge he made. After all, he cooked the more common porridge for Chen Xiuxiu last summer vacation, and there was no one he couldn't know.

"Yes, make eight-treasure porridge." Zhang Qian said, "The 11th is my mother's birthday. She likes eight-treasure porridge the most. Even if I lose, I still want to make what my mother likes."

"Your mother's birthday is pretty close to mine. My birthday is on the 16th." Jiang Feng smiled.

Wu Minqi, who had added WeChat with Ji Xue and was about to leave, stopped when she heard Jiang Feng's words, and asked, "Is your birthday on March 16?"

"Well, it's only my birthday at this age. Usually, my dad cooks me a bowl of noodles with elbows and two eggs in the morning," Jiang Feng said.

Zhang Qian:? ? ?

Noodles with elbows?

"What about you?" Jiang Feng asked.

"October 8th." Wu Minqi said, telling a bad joke, "School is never a holiday."

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi walked out together, and asked as they walked, "Have you and Ji Yue settled down on the dishes?"

"Not yet, she basically doesn't know how to cook spicy food, we'll discuss it tomorrow." Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Jiankang, Wang Xiulian, Jiang Weiguo, and Jiang Weiming were waiting for Jiang Feng at the door. The others had already gone back first. There was no dinner party today. The two sisters Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian were still a little disappointed when they left.

"Mom!" Wu Minqi called to a well-maintained middle-aged woman in a red coat standing beside the trash can not far away.

"Qiqi." Wu Minqi's mother came over with a smile and saw Jiang Feng, "Hi, I'm Wu Minqi's mother, you are Jiang Feng, right? I always hear my Qiqi mention you."

"Okay mom, let's go so late." Wu Minqi said.

"Goodbye, auntie." Jiang Feng said.

"Goodbye." Wu Minqi's mother smiled, then turned to Wu Minqi and said, "Your classmate is quite polite and good-looking, do you have a girlfriend?"

"You see everyone saying that."

Jiang Feng: ...

How nice what Mama Wu said!

Jiang Feng walked towards Jiang Jiankang and the others.

"Son, what's your end game?" Jiang Jiankang asked.

"Eight-treasure porridge," Jiang Feng said.

"It's a good comparison." Jiang Jiankang patted Jiang Feng's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Do you think your grandpa is a little weird?"

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiguo.

It's kind of weird.

That confused and puzzled expression was almost exactly the same as when she accompanied Grandma Jiang to watch the annual family ethics drama.

"What did grandpa do?" Jiang Feng asked in a low voice.

"I didn't do anything. I went to the toilet and came out like this." Jiang Jiankang was also very puzzled.

Jiang Feng: ...

Could it be... There is a TV in the bathroom of the provincial station?

Jiang Zaide left the seven-seater business car he bought last October in the parking lot so that Jiang Jiankang could drive back. Jiang Jiankang first sent the two old men to Jiang Jianguo, and then returned to the Healthy Cooking Restaurant. After a lot of detours back and forth, it was past eleven o'clock when Jiang Feng arrived at the school.

As usual, he turned in from the balcony on the first floor. Wang Hao was still asleep, and Jiang Feng simply washed up and went to bed. After a busy day, exhausted, and highly nervous during the game, Jiang Feng now feels that he can fall asleep as soon as he closes his eyes.

Wang Hao is watching a criminal investigation drama. The case is exciting and exciting, so it is still released.

"Hey, I'm twenty years old, I'm so sleepy." Jiang Feng hinted strongly.

"Midlife crisis?" Wang Hao answered.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

After a while, Wang Hao saw that it was half past eleven, and said, "Brother Feng, if you want to sleep, just squeak."

"squeak."

"Hey, I didn't hear what you just said."

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

"Oh my god, Brother Feng, there are mice in the dormitory!"

Jiang Feng got out of bed silently.

"Hey, Brother Feng, why did you get out of bed?" Wang Hao glanced back at him before continuing to watch the drama.

Jiang Feng silently took out the rolling pin from the drawer.

"Don't sleep anymore, it's important to hit someone."

"A dog thief looks at the stick!"