Life is a Game

Looking at the freshly baked chicken in front of him, which perfectly restored the saffron chicken in Zhang Guanghang's childhood memory, Jiang Feng could only sigh: Zhang Guanghang was much easier to fool than Zhang Zhiyun when he was young.

Yun Chicken looks like Zuo Zongtang's Chicken. In front of me, there is a piece of pan-fried chicken mixed with crispy apples. There are actually two apples mixed into the small plate. The crispy apples are just covered casually without any arrangement. On top of chicken saffron.

So this strange dish in front of me, apart from the name like saffron chicken, how does it look like saffron chicken!

How was Zhang Guanghang fooled by Xia Mubing when he was a child? Or is it that Zhang Guanghang is actually a person who is easy to fool?

Jiang Feng fell into silence, and couldn't even make up words of praise for a while.

"Hey, is this a new dish? Xiao Zhang, is this the dish you prepared today?" Jiang Weiwei came out of nowhere, and was very interested in the Chinese-style saffron chicken made by Zhang Guanghang, "Is this the dish?" Is it the innovative dishes cooked with fruit and meat that are particularly popular on the Internet now? I saw that there was a place to cook it before? Blueberry yam, Sydney oranges, lychee fried chicken. Is this the kind of dish?"

Jiang Feng: ...

"Jiang Bo... You should be talking about the dishes in the university cafeteria, right?"

"Canteen food? Maybe, I haven't eaten in a university cafeteria." Jiang Weiwei said that he was just a scumbag who failed to get into college, and his son was also a scumbag who didn't get into college. His wife and daughter-in-law are also scumbags who failed to get into college, and their grandson, the only hope for the whole family to go to college, is still struggling in primary school.

Judging from his grandson's current academic performance, if it weren't for the expansion of university enrollment, he would probably follow the old path of his father and grandfather.

It is better to be born well than to learn well.

"It would be great if Tan Tan can be admitted to a university in Peking in the future, but Peking cuisine is not very spicy and he likes to put sesame sauce, but I don't know if he is used to it." Jiang Shengsheng murmured.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

He felt that Jiang Sansheng's mind jumping these days was becoming more and more incomprehensible.

"Uncle Jiang, why don't you cook? It's getting late now." Jiang Feng asked, looking at his watch, it was almost 6 o'clock.

He had just noticed that Jiang Jianguo's hand-rolled longevity noodles were all in the pot, and Sang Ming's new masterpiece inspired by Thirteen Yao had already been prepared 20 minutes ago.

Jiang Weisheng's strange soup takes a long time. If he doesn't start now, he may not be able to catch up with the meal.

"I'm waiting for the cooking stove. Hey, Xiaohan is ready. Let's not talk about it. I'm going to make soup." Jiang Weisheng happily went to make soup.

Zhang Guanghang covered the saffron chicken with a lid to keep it warm, and asked, "Aren't you going to make Yun chicken?"

"My dishes are not in a hurry. Yunji can be ready in 20 minutes. You can see that Zhang Weiyu's side will be ready soon. When he is ready, I will go and make Yunji," Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi was opening the freezer to pick up the watermelon she had carved this morning for a birthday gift from a crane. When Jiang Feng saw the watermelon, he thought of the birthday cake that Zhang Guanghang made this morning and was still in the refrigerator.

"Would you like to bring out the birthday cake now?" Jiang Feng asked, "My uncle's longevity noodles have already been cooked. It is estimated that the table will not start until 7 o'clock, and the table will start around 6:30."

Zhang Guanghang nodded: "I'll take it out."

The back kitchen was busy, but Jiang Feng, who had nothing to do, just slipped to the front to see how the hot pot ingredients were being prepared.

The induction cooker had already been placed on the three large round tables in area C, and Jiang Feng felt that he could even smell the smell of dried chili and prickly ash.

The mahjong has been put away, and there is no trace of the previous battle. The hall was cleaned very clean. I don't know where to get the red lanterns with birthdays written all over the hall. Jiang Feng counted carefully and it was just right. It is 99.

Jiang Weiming put on a very formal new Chinese tunic suit, and sat upright on his seat, just like the gentle and elegant old men Jiang Feng saw sitting in teahouses or restaurants in Chinese tunic suits in his memory.

Although he said that he would not celebrate his birthday or celebrate his birthday, he ordered new clothes early, with a smile on his face, but his eyes kept looking at the red lanterns hanging on the top beam.

Who doesn't love the feeling of being valued and loved?

Jiang Feng searched around but couldn't find where Ji Yue was. He wanted to ask a waitress who looked familiar but couldn't name her to ask how the preparations for the hot pot were going, when the phone rang.

Caller ID is an unknown number.

"Hello?" Jiang Feng pressed the answer button.

"Hi, hello, is this Mr. Jiang Feng? Your cake delivery has arrived, please come and pick it up at the entrance of Taifeng Building."

Cake delivery?

Anyone else ordered a birthday cake?

But why write his phone number?

Jiang Feng walked to the door with his mobile phone in doubt. A delivery man in a yellow delivery uniform was standing in front of the battery car with a yellow delivery box carrying a big birthday cake box.

"Is it Mr. Jiang Feng? The birthday cake you ordered, please give me a 5-star praise, thank you!" The delivery man smiled and handed the cake to Jiang Feng.

"Ah, ok." Jiang Feng took the cake, and watched the delivery man ride away on a small electric donkey and head for the next order.

While Jiang Feng was thinking about who was the suspect, he carried the cake and walked in, just in time to bump into Zhang Guanghang who came out of the back kitchen with the cake, and the two looked at each other.

Zhang Guanghang stared at the cake box in Jiang Feng's hand, the expression on his face was written all over you knew that I was going to make a cake, why did you order another cake? Was it because he was worried that one cake would not be enough for everyone?

"I don't know who ordered it. That person left my phone number." Jiang Feng explained.

Just at this moment, Ji Yue came down from the second floor with a handful of celery in her hand. Seeing that Jiang Feng and Zhang Guanghang were holding a cake, she asked strangely, "You guys want to buy two cakes?" do what?"

"I didn't order this cake. The person who ordered the cake left my phone number and I don't know who ordered it." Jiang Feng explained for the second time.

Wu Minqi came out of the back kitchen with the watermelon carving in her arms. Seeing that Jiang Feng was also holding a cake, she was taken aback and asked, "Why did you also order a cake?"

"I didn't order this cake. The person who ordered the cake left my phone number, and I don't know who ordered it." Jiang Feng explained for the third time.

Jiang Shoucheng was right behind Wu Minqi, chewing something in his mouth, and came out of the back kitchen. Seeing that Jiang Feng was also holding a cake, he asked, "Hey, little brother, you also ordered a cake? Why do you have two cakes?"

"I didn't order this cake, it was..." Jiang Feng explained for the fourth time, trying to put the cake on the table and sneak into the back kitchen to make Yunji.

Before Jiang Feng put down the cake, Jiang Jiankang came out from the back kitchen with a dish in his hand. Seeing that Jiang Feng was still holding a cake, he asked in surprise, "Son, why did you buy a cake?"

Jiang Feng: ...

So now the question comes, what is the essence of human beings?

"I'll make Yunji." Jiang Feng put down the cake and slipped away.

"This cake?" Jiang Jiankang asked.

"Jiang Feng didn't order the cake. The person who ordered it left his phone number, and he doesn't know who ordered it." Zhang Guanghang, Wu Minqi, Ji Yue, and Jiang Shoucheng said in unison.

When Jiang Feng sneaked into the back kitchen, only Jiang Weiwei was still fighting with the cooking on the stove. The others had either finished or entered the final stage of arranging the dishes.

Seeing that Jiang Feng finally came, Jiang Jianguo quickly waved to him: "Xiao Feng, come here quickly, let's see how this side should be arranged."

Jiang Jianguo was struggling with how to perfectly arrange chopped green onions, vegetables, eggs and noodles into a beautiful longevity noodle.

"You can put the eggs in the middle, put the vegetables up and down, arrange the green onions on the left and right, and spread the noodles evenly." Sang Ming suggested.

Jiang Feng: ...

Don't think that I don't know that what you're talking about is actually a piece of cake.

"Let's put the greens along the edge of the bowl, then put the scallions on the bottom and put the eggs on top," Jiang Feng suggested.

Although Jiang Jianguo is a tailor on the surface, but in order to make dim sum and noodles for his aunt all these years, his level of white case has not dropped at all.

There is only one bowl of Longevity Noodles, which is the size of an ordinary noodle soup bowl, not the big sea bowl that Jiang’s family eats. There is only one noodle in a bowl, and the noodles can support the weight of a bowl. The noodles are thin and long, scattered in the soup bowl and covered with eggs, green onions and green vegetables, making it impossible to see that there is actually only one noodle in the bowl.

The noodle soup is made from chicken broth. Jiang Feng guessed that it should be Jiang Jiankangling's broth. The noodle soup has no color but has some milky white of the noodles itself. It is impossible to tell that it is actually made from chicken broth. Only when you get close can you smell the rich aroma of chicken broth. .

Jiang Jiankangling's broth, Jiang Jianguo's longevity noodles, this bowl of longevity noodles can be regarded as the work of two of the most skilled chefs in the Jiang family's uncles.

Let Jiang Jianguo continue to study how to arrange the dishes in front of the cooking table. Jiang Feng went to the stove to make Yun chicken for Jiang Weiming's birthday. Thinking about Jiang Weiming's taste, he made it very handy.

Twenty minutes later—

Jiang Jianguo struggled for 20 minutes, during which he poured a few more spoonfuls of soup on the noodles, and finally decided to follow Jiang Feng's proposal to make a bowl of longevity noodles that looked weird.

"Xiaofeng, have you finished your dishes? We're about to serve." Jiang Jianguo urged.

"Okay, it's ready to serve now." Jiang Feng touched a plate and put it on the plate, then turned his head and asked Jiang Weiwei, who was two stoves away from him, "Uncle Jiang, is your soup ready?"

"It will be ready in two minutes. You should go out and serve first. My soup is the last." Jiang Weiwei stared intently at the soup in the pot. This soup was boiled for the master to drink. accident.

"Then let's bring the dishes over first." Jiang Feng went out with Jiang Jianguo with Yun chicken.

As soon as Jiang Feng came out of the back kitchen with Yun chicken, he could smell the domineering, spicy, and slightly numb smell that permeated the entire hall. The smell made people feel scalp numbness, limbs were stiff, and the two were fighting. Take the taste of Sichuan spicy hot pot.

The closer to the C area, the stronger the smell of the spicy hot pot. Those who like it will probably drool just by smelling the hot pot smell. Those who don't like it are even a little scared, such as Jiang Feng, who want to run away with the chicken now. .

When Jiang Feng saw the hot pot on the table with his own eyes, he remembered that dream.

The red oil was tumbling in the pot, and the eyes were full of chili and peppercorns. The grains were distinct, plump, and gurgling. Even the clear soup pot next to it was poisoned, and its clean color was polluted by the red oil mixed in it.

Jiang Feng couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of terrified saliva.

The third grandpa was clearly a native of Peking, so why did the fried hot pot base taste better than that of Sichuan?

"Master Jiang is really amazing. You can tell it's authentic just by smelling it. I don't think there are many people in my family who can fry the hot pot bottom ingredients better than Master Jiang!" Sang Ming said to Han beside him. Take a look.

Jiang Feng put the Yun chicken on the table, and Jiang Jianguo brought the longevity noodles to Jiang Weiming.

"Xiaofeng, what about hygiene?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"Jiang Bo's soup is the big axis, so naturally he will be the last one to appear." Jiang Feng said with a smile.

Two minutes later, Jiang Weisheng made his debut with his newly developed strange-flavored soup, and placed it firmly on the table.

"You are the slowest, and everyone is waiting for you. You have always been like this, and you will not change your problem even after a long time." Jiang Weiming laughed.

"Master, this is a new flavor that I've come up with recently, you'll definitely like it!" Jiang Weisheng was like a child showing off his test scores to his parents.

"Third Brother, is the banquet open?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"After waiting for so long, everyone must be hungry, let's have a feast!" Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

As if they had received some signal, everyone took a step closer to Jiang Weiming and said in unison, "Grandpa Jiang/Third Grandpa/Third Uncle/Third Brother, happy birthday!"

A variety of voices were intertwined together, converging into Jiang Weiming's most lively birthday in his life.