Life is a Game

Jiang Feng had a dream that night.

A very frightening dream. He dreamed that all the people in the back kitchen of Taifeng Building, including himself, had somehow become people from Shu, and even Comrade Jiang Jiankang had become inexplicably able to eat spicy food. Because everyone was from Shu, the hot pot that Jiang Weiming ate at his birthday party was not even a mandarin duck pot. The prickly ash and hot peppers rolling in the red oil made Jiang Feng's scalp tingle.

Everyone kept picking up food for him, and said, "Jiang Feng, why don't you eat it?"

"Jiang Feng, eat!"

"Jiang Feng's yellow throat is delicious."

"Jiang Feng, let's have a duck intestine!"

"Jiang Feng..."

Jiang Feng was finally woken up by the heat.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

Jiang Feng got up and went to the bathroom to wash up. Wu Minqi had already woken up, and the millet porridge in the kitchen was about to be cooked.

There were two salted duck eggs and a small plate of pickles on the table. The pickles were brought over by Wu Minqi from Shu, and the salted duck eggs were Gaoyou salted duck eggs that Lao Xu gave Jiang Feng. like goose eggs.

The millet porridge in the kitchen was already out of the pot, and Wu Minqi was serving the porridge. Jiang Feng took the salted duck egg to the sticky board and cut it open.

"Hey, this egg is a double-yolk egg!" Jiang Feng was surprised. He had eaten double-yolk eggs before, and this was the first time he had seen double-yolk salted duck eggs.

"Double yolk eggs!" Wu Minqi saw salted duck eggs with double yolks for the first time, and couldn't help but look at the cutting board.

Most of the large salted duck eggs are occupied by the yolk, orange red and oily. Jiang Feng cut open another salted duck egg, which was also double yellow.

"Gaoyou salted duck eggs really deserve their reputation. Two of them are double yellow." Jiang Feng sighed.

"It should be specially selected. I heard that the big egg is more likely to be a double yolk egg." Wu Minqi said, and brought the millet porridge to the table.

The two of them ate the millet porridge with salted duck eggs and kimchi. The millet porridge Wu Minqi cooked today was very thick, with distinct rice grains, without any other ingredients. It looked golden and tasted very light. It was served with hot and sour kimchi and relative Salty egg whites are just right.

After eating two bowls of millet porridge, Jiang Feng wiped his mouth and asked, "So are we going to Taifeng Tower now?"

"Did you forget? Grandpa Jiang is going to Taifeng Building to fry hot pot ingredients this morning. Aunt Wang and the others are in the store to get them. Didn't we agree to go to Fenyuan to help Zhang Guanghang make birthday cakes yesterday?" Wu Minqi Start to clean up the dishes.

"Fenyuan? Oh yes, I forgot about it." Jiang Feng slapped his head. The dream that the mandarin duck pot was not allowed to be eaten last night was too real and terrifying, which caused him to forget before returning home from get off work yesterday. I made an appointment with Zhang Guanghang to go to Fenyuan today to help him make a birthday cake for Jiang Weiming's birthday.

Yes, Zhang Guanghang is not only a combination of Chinese, Japanese and French, but also a pastry chef with a good level of pastry.

Jiang Feng wouldn't be surprised when Zhang Guanghang got interested and ran to learn the white case. He was Zhang Guanghang when he was sleeping, and it was reasonable for a handsome genius to do anything.

By the time Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi arrived at Fenyuan, Zhang Guanghang's cake was almost finished, and the only thing left was mounting and decoration.

He asked Jiang Feng to come over to help. Naturally, he asked him to come over to give advice on how to shape the cake. Who told Jiang Feng to be the recognized master of plattering in Taifeng House.

As for Wu Minqi, she just carved watermelons in another place, the carving at home and in Fenyuan are the same.

Fenyuan was originally a private restaurant opened by Xia Mubing. After Xia Mubing passed away, Zhang Guanghang did not change the decoration and structure of Fenyuan, so that Fenyuan remained as it was in the original private restaurant. Even the tables, chairs and tableware were kept. In Fern Garden.

The birthday cake that Zhang Guanghang made for Jiang Weiming is a French birthday cake, which is composed of four flavors: tiramisu, cheesecake, berry mousse and matcha. The outer layer of the cake has been sealed with cream and cannot be seen. Only when you cut it open can you find that there are actually 4 flavors inside.

The price of such a cake in the cake shop is at least 300 yuan, or even higher.

If the cake shop posted Zhang Guanghang's photo and allowed onlookers to watch, it might sell for more than 1,000 yuan.

After all, most of those who love to eat cakes are girls, and those who are willing to pursue exquisite birthday cakes are basically girls.

Jiang Feng saw a lot of fruit on the plate on the kitchen counter, and asked, "Are you making a fruit cake?"

"Yes, if it's a birthday at my house, this kind of fruit cake is usually made." Zhang Guanghang said, "I haven't decided what pattern to put on it yet, I'm thinking about whether to put the birthday character on the cake. "

"Don't be so deliberate. The cake is just a surprise. My family doesn't have the habit of eating cakes on birthdays. They usually eat noodles, and so does the third grandpa." Jiang Feng said, scanning the fruits on the cooking table, "It's better to keep it simple. How about a halves with blueberries and raspberries?"

"Okay." Zhang Guanghang nodded, since Jiang Feng said so, let's keep it simple.

"By the way, has your saffron chicken progressed?" Jiang Feng asked seemingly unintentionally.

"No progress, I can't find the feeling." Zhang Guanghang began to pick raspberries, "What about you?"

"I've already solved it," Jiang Feng said.

Zhang Guanghang stopped picking raspberries and was taken aback. He looked at Jiang Feng as if he were looking at a monster.

It's normal for chefs to be stuck in ordering dishes for ten days, half a month, months, years or even decades. After all, inspiration is illusory. .

Jiang Feng had been thinking about the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon before, and Zhang Guanghang was very surprised to realize the essence of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon in such a short period of time. If Babao Chestnut Pigeon had the help of Sun Jikai and Wu Minqi, then Jiang Feng's current research on Yunji was entirely on his own.

A chef figured out a state of mind that satisfies him in just a dozen days.

What an astonishing, even frightening talent this is.

Zhang Guanghang really found it strange this time. With Jiang Feng's talent that he had to marvel at and even feel ashamed of, Jiang Weiguo was willing to let him give up cooking to study hard.

Zhang Guanghang thought again that when he was chatting with Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng laughed at himself that he was often scolded by the old man for not being talented.

A talent like Jiang Feng would be scolded as bad talent, so what kind of character is that great-grandfather he was talking about!

Are the Jiang family all monsters?

"It's just a coincidence. I made Yunji for my second brother at noon yesterday, and somehow it produced the taste I wanted. It's just luck." Jiang Feng explained forcefully.

"You are really lucky." Zhang Guanghang said with a smile.

"By the way, do you like crispy apples?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Crispy apple? What is a crispy apple?" Zhang Guanghang asked back.

"You don't know crispy apples, didn't Mr. Xia make them for you?" Jiang Feng was surprised.

"I've never heard of this dish, is it a dessert?" Zhang Guanghang asked, "My master probably hasn't cooked it for me, nor taught me this dish. I have no impression at all."

Zhang Guanghang had never eaten crispy apples before!

No, it should be said that Zhang Guanghang didn't know what a crispy apple was.

That being the case, how can the friendly reminder of the game say that crispy apple is a good choice?

Jiang Feng thought for a while, he seemed to know what the saffron chicken in Zhang Guanghang's memory was.

Sure enough, the elders all over the world like to fool the younger generation when the younger generation didn't understand anything when they were young.

Cao Guixiang was like this, his father was like this, the old man was like this, and Mr. Xia Mubing was probably like this too.

"Why don't you go down to Taifeng Building and finish making the dumplings, and I'll make you a crispy apple!" Jiang Feng laughed.

"My family must have this dish on the New Year's Eve dinner table during Chinese New Year. It is sweet and crispy, and children like it the most."

Zhang Guanghang:? ? ?

Why did he think... Jiang Feng's smile was a little strange.

Like a malicious husky.