Life is a Game

Everyone was immersed in the ocean of chickpeas, swimming in the deliciousness and rolling in the waves.

Even the familiar soundtrack of the Chinese Little Master played in my mind, as if I saw a little girl in a red cheongsam holding a fan, who didn't know what she was doing but was very happy.

Including Grandma Jiang and Chen Suhua, without exception, everyone was holding a bowl and tasting the chickpeas in the bowl devoutly.

Treat delicacies with respect!

But the happy time is always short, no matter how slowly everyone eats, there is only this small bowl of chickpeas.

The texture is delicious, and the soup is clear and tender.

Jiang Jianguo's eyes were moist, not only because of the empty bowl in his hand, but also because the bowl of chickpea curd that he had already eaten brought back some not very good memories of his childhood.

Delicious and juicy, tender and refreshing, jade plate delicacies, gluttonous feast, lingering fragrance, endless aftertaste, complete color and taste, eight precious jade food...

If possible, he even wanted to double the idiom dictionary on the spot, and use all the four-character idioms he could find to praise the deliciousness of this bowl of chickpeas.

At the same time, I also want to look through the idiom dictionary and use all the four-character idioms he can find to describe his remorse and regret at this time.

Chickpeas are so delicious, can it be worse than the boiled cabbage that is as famous as it or even more famous?

Jiang Jianguo asked himself why he didn't persist when he was a child, and why he gave up the lofty ideal of eating boiled cabbage after being hung up and beaten by his own father.

What's the point of being beaten up for this level of delicacy, what's the point of being hung up, what's the point of being hung up on the window and smoked with bamboo?

"Xiao Zhang, that Roland you mentioned just now, can make such a dish?" Grandma Jiang asked after she had already finished eating.

The reason why she only spoke now was because she had been savoring the deliciousness in her mouth before.

He has been married to the old man for so many years, and this is the first time he has eaten such shocking food.

"I can't do it." Zhang Guanghang put down the bowl.

Jiang Weiming's level of Chickpea Curd, probably no one can make it except him.

Not to mention that all the tendons have been removed, and the minced chicken with the back of a knife is as fine as snowflakes. There is no graininess in the mouth, and the delicate taste is no different from that of bean curd. Just the clear soup that is as clear as water, few masters can make it.

This is a pinnacle work, and it is also an extreme work.

Zhang Guanghang couldn't even believe that Jiang Weiming made this chickpea curd. Even though he knew that Jiang Weiming had rich experience and superb cooking skills, he was 99 years old after all. At the age of 99, his physical strength and energy are not as good as before, and even his sense of taste has been seriously degraded.

Zhang Guanghang couldn't figure out where Jiang Weiming had the energy to complete such a complicated and delicate dish.

"It's fine if you can't do it. I really don't understand what you were all worried about just now." Grandma Jiang looked helpless, "Although I have never done business, I don't understand the things you do business, but back then z There are two state-run restaurants in the city. When Grandpa Xiaofeng was the chef, the business of the other state-run restaurant was not going well. Sometimes new leaders came to the top and worked for several months without knowing that the restaurant was actually state-owned. Restaurant."

"It was the restaurant that closed down first. I didn't say it. If Jiankang hadn't taken over the position of chef and the two of us had gone back to the countryside to raise chickens and pigs, the state-owned restaurant might not have closed down." Grandma Jiang said.

Jiang Jiankang lowered his head in shame, without any fluctuations in his heart, and even wanted to eat another bowl of chickpeas.

Both Zhang Guanghang and Jiang Feng were taken aback.

"So there's nothing to worry about. That Roland's level is not as good as ours. They should be worried."

Jiang Feng just wanted to say that Jiang Weiming was already very old, and the doctors advised him to rest more and not to be tired, and it was impossible for him to end up cooking every day.

But after thinking about it, the third grandpa can't do it, so can my own grandpa!

Although Roland is the head chef of a Michelin two-star restaurant, the old man is not necessarily worse than him!

Besides, no matter how strong the opponent is, there is only one Roland, and it is impossible to jump out of the second one. Their store is full of talented people. Jiang Feng himself, Zhang Guanghang, Wu Minqi, Ji Xue, and the two brothers of the Dong family can definitely be worth a Roland.

They are not inferior in cooking skills, and they are not inferior in location. Opposite is the entire top floor of the new shopping mall. They are a single-family restaurant on the second ring road of Beiping. The opposite side is blessed with a two-star Michelin halo. They have the quality assurance of the cover of "Zhiwei".

This was not a one-sided massacre at all, it was a close contest.

It is not certain who will win and who will lose, who is called...

Jiang Feng looked at the empty bowl on the table.

They won.

Don't ask who gave him self-confidence, ask is chickpeas.

"Yes, mom, you are right. You are still smart. Why didn't we think of it!" Comrade Wang Xiulian also reacted when Jiang Feng realized it. good.

Wang Xiulian deeply felt that the bowl on the table was too big to make such a big portion. This kind of good food is easy to get tired after eating too much, so it should be made smaller and more delicate.

Yes, smaller, use the smallest bowl, and the soup should be served less.

Because Jiang Zaide didn't know the cause and effect, he didn't know what Grandma Jiang was talking about, he just looked at Jiang Xiaoran with envious eyes, which made Jiang Xiaoran's heart shudder.

"Cousin Zaide, what's the matter?" Jiang Xiaoran thought to himself that I had finished eating the chickpeas in my bowl, so it's useless for you to look at me like that.

"Brother Xiaoran, I really envy you!" Jiang Zaide looked envious, and Jiang Shoucheng frantically nodded in agreement.

Wang Hao also nodded frantically in agreement, but his agreement was not the same as Jiang Xiaoran's. He not only envied Jiang Xiaoran, he also envied everyone present here.

"What do you envy me for?" Jiang Xiaoran was bewildered.

"You are so happy to be able to eat the dishes made by the third grandpa all these years!" Jiang Zaide didn't know much about Jiang Weiming's affairs, but he just put himself in touch with others, and felt that he had eaten the dishes made by the old man since he was a child, so Jiang Xiaoran must also be I have eaten Jiang Weiming's dishes since I was a child.

Jiang Zaide even wanted to swap with Jiang Xiaoran. Although his own grandfather was very good, the third grandfather was even better!

The third grandpa not only has a good temper, but also has good cooking skills, and he is also very happy to cook for them. He is a dream-level grandpa who just walked out of a textbook!

Of course, he didn't feel bad about his grandfather at all, he just wanted to exchange grandfather with Jiang Xiaoran.

"I don't have one." Jiang Xiaoran explained blankly, "I haven't lived with my grandfather all these years, and I didn't when I was a child. I just go to my grandfather's house to have a New Year's Eve dinner during the New Year. Eating the dishes cooked by grandpa, I have eaten the dozen or so New Year’s Eve dinners.”

"It's also the first time I've eaten this dish of chickpeas. I didn't know my grandpa made it."

Then Jiang Xiaoran noticed that the way Jiang Zaide, Jiang Shoucheng and Wang Hao looked at him changed.

Become bitter, become severe, become reprimanded.

"Brother Xiaoran, you, you..." Jiang Zaide was so heartbroken that he couldn't speak.

"It's really..." Jiang Shoucheng was too angry to speak.

"It's just..." Wang Hao was so jealous and angry that he couldn't speak.

"It's too much!" The three said in unison.

Jiang Xiaoran:?

Why do I feel that I am a sinner of the nation now.