Life is a Game

Just when Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi exuded the sweet scent of a damn couple dog, and when Ji Yue ate the slightly salted duck egg white in her hands and still felt a little sour for no reason, a "burp" broke the wonderful atmosphere.

Everyone couldn't help but Qi Qi looked at Qi Rou.

"Hic~" Qi Rou couldn't hold back for a while and hiccupped again.

"The zongzi just now was a bit big." Qi Rou weakly defended, "It's really strange."

Ji Yue ate the salted duck eggs without any fluctuations in her heart, and even wanted to eat another zongzi.

"By the way, Sister Ji Yue, I have finished the line drawing assignment you gave me last time." Qi Rou picked up the cup and took a sip of water.

Ji Yue nodded and asked, "Can icstudio be used?"

"It's not very good at..."

"What about photoshop?"

"It's not very likely..."

"It's okay, these things are not in a hurry, you first practice the drawing line, and then I will teach you how to paint." Ji Yue didn't expect Qi Rou to go from beginner to master in a short period of time like a genius, she could Not bad to get started in a short amount of time.

Jiang Feng listened to their conversation with half understanding, and watched helplessly as Jiang Shoucheng seized the opportunity to put the last rice dumpling on the table, and the lunch was over.

Grandma Jiang, Jiang Weiming, Chen Suhua, and Sang Ming continued the unfinished game of poker. After all, they had enough food and drink to have the strength to play. Entertainment projects such as mahjong, which require super memory, logical reasoning ability, psychological quality and calculation ability to complete perfectly, consume a lot of money.

Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi and Ji Xue went to the back kitchen to finish the unfinished beans. After a full meal, Jiang Feng continued to bury his head in peeling the beans. Jiang Feng actually felt that peeling the beans was more painful than when he was hungry.

In order to make the boring bean peeling business more interesting, Jiang Feng began to find something to talk about.

"Qiqi, are you going home on National Day?" Jiang Feng asked.

"National Day? Don't go back. My mother told me to go back before my cousin gets engaged." Wu Minqi said, "Besides, the National Day holiday is so long, the store must be very busy then."

"Yeah." Ji Xue nodded approvingly, "Brother Feng, can the time for calculating wages be extended on National Day? For example, from 7 am to 11 pm."

Jiang Feng: ...

"This one...you have to ask the room manager, I don't know much about the salary either."

"But having said that, Ah Xue, your sister should be taking the high school entrance examination next year, right?" Wu Minqi started talking.

"Yes, but my younger sister is one year older than Sang Ming's younger sister, and she studied late." Ji Xue nodded, and said that her younger sister seemed very happy, "I hope she can be admitted to a high school and then go to college. , fall in love, work, get married, and live a normal life.”

Live the life she once dreamed of but was out of reach.

"The high school entrance examination is much easier than the college entrance examination. You don't have to worry if you can usually go to high school. My two cousins ​​got such poor grades in the second year of junior high school. After working hard in the last year, they barely passed the entrance examination." Jiang Feng comforted, Concealed the fact that Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing spent some money to get on the key points of listing.

"My younger sister's grades are also quite poor. I spend less time at home, and my parents don't have time and energy to take care of her. She doesn't like reading very much, and she was almost expelled from school last year because of fighting. I don't know her specific grades. How is it? I remember that she scored more than 280 points in the final exam last year. I called the teacher of her class and the teacher said that her grades are a bit low in high school. I just hope she can study hard today." Ji Xue said With a worried expression on his face, he accidentally threw an unpeeled bean into the trash can, and immediately, as if waking up from a dream, he lowered his head to search for the bean that was left behind in the trash can, and then went to Wash the beans at the sink.

Jiang Feng \u0026 Wu Minqi: ...

Kind of...hanging?

Is the total score of the high school entrance examination in Guangdong Province so low?

Jiang Feng once thought that since Ji Xue got the scripts of domestic inspirational films or heroines of counterattack dramas, her sister probably got the scripts of Japanese drama inspirational films or heroines of youth dramas.

Unexpectedly, the script her sister took may be "True and False Academy".

The day was so chatted to death.

The three of them continued to peel the beans in silence. Under the shining lights on the ceiling, Jiang Feng felt that he was almost seeing double images when looking at the beans.

Why didn't I think the lighting in the back kitchen was so strong before? It seems that it's time to discuss with the two old men about changing the lighting to a softer color.

Jiang Feng twisted his neck with difficulty, feeling that he was one step closer to cervical spondylosis.

When he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Zhang Guanghang walking in with ingredients.

As soon as he saw the bag in Zhang Guanghang's hand, Jiang Feng immediately became refreshed.

Chicken Saffron!

Side missions!

A memory of Zhang Guanghang!

"Ready to make saffron chicken?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Yeah." Zhang Guanghang nodded, "Everyone will come to cook for Master Jiang later. My dish took a long time, so I'll come in first and cook."

"Then let me make crispy apples for you!" Jiang Feng was very enthusiastic, and he was always very enthusiastic about the tasks he was about to complete.

"Now?"

"Yes, it's now." Jiang Feng got up, put down the beans in his hand, and looked at Ji Xue with a little apology, "Well, I'll..."

"Brother Feng, if you have something to do, you should do it first. Thank you for peeling beans for me." Ji Xue said, then turned to Wu Minqi and said, "Qiqi, you have been peeling beans for a long time, why don't you go outside and have a rest."

"No, I used to help my mother pick vegetables and peel beans at home." Wu Minqi said that she is also a skilled worker.

Jiang Feng went to the cold vegetable counter and touched two apples for fruit plate, peeled them skillfully, diced them, and coated them with egg liquid and flour.

Although he has never made crispy apples, he just made a crispy broccoli a few days ago that is similar to crispy apples. However, the old man cooks this dish every year during the Chinese New Year. It is natural to have an impression after seeing more. According to the old man’s method of making crispy apples in memory, he can make crispy apples that satisfy ordinary diners.

Not to mention that he has reached the master level of cooking and seasoning now, and it is easier than before to cook this kind of dish that tests the heating level.

The kitchen table where Jiang Feng handles apples is very close to Wu Minqi and Ji Xue. While peeling the beans, Ji Xue can vaguely see that he is going to fry the apple pieces in a frying pan while watching the movements of his hands.

"Are crispy apples just fried apple pieces?" Ji Xue asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, maybe it is." Wu Minqi said.

"You don't know this dish either?" Ji Xue thought it was because she only knew how to cook Cantonese cuisine that she didn't know the crispy apple dish.

Wu Minqi put the freshly peeled beans into the small basket, and continued to look up at Jiang Feng's movements: "Maybe it's Shandong cuisine, I'm just good at Sichuan cuisine."

"It's not Shandong cuisine, and I've never heard of this dish." Zhang Guanghang joined the group chat.

"It's not Shandong cuisine?" Wu Minqi was taken aback, and boldly guessed: "Could it be Jiangjia cuisine? But I haven't seen Grandpa and Uncle Jiang cook it before."

In fact, Zhang Guanghang himself didn't understand why Jiang Feng suddenly asked him if he had eaten crispy apples this morning, and then suddenly offered to make crispy apples for him.

What made him even more puzzled was that he had never even heard of this dish before, why he felt so familiar with the movements of Jiang Feng's hands, as if someone had cooked it for him before.

This kind of feeling when encountering obstacles when solving a problem, the standard answer is in front of you but covered with a layer of tulle, blurred and hard to see, is really annoying.