Life is a Game

Jiang Feng never expected that his heat would be upgraded before the knife skill.

But it’s normal to think about it carefully. Master-level proficiency starts from 95w. It can’t be piled up simply by time and quantity. It needs quality. Although Jiang Feng didn't calculate the specific values, he can probably analyze that the more difficult the dishes he practiced in a day, the more thought he spent, and the more proficiency he gained.

Jiang Feng learned how to cook broth with the most powerful chef for a week, and the proficiency of the fire was more than that of his own knife skills for more than half a month behind closed doors.

What does this mean?

This shows the importance of teachers!

Jiang Feng checked the proficiency of Huohou more than a dozen times, and stopped when he saw that he could memorize the proficiency of the knife and seasoning adjacent to it, closed the attribute panel, and left the toilet humming an out-of-tune tune.

When Jiang Feng returned to the kitchen, Jiang Weiming had already left, leaving only the fish head with chopped peppers on the cooking table that was still steaming a little and moved a few chopsticks.

Jiang Feng touched a pair of chopsticks, went to the front of the dish, picked up a piece of snow-white fish that hadn't been stained with pepper much like Jiang Weiming before, savored it carefully, and squinted his eyes in happiness.

Grade A chopped pepper fish head, delicious!

The A-grade chopped pepper fish head made by myself is extra delicious!

After eating several mouthfuls in a row, Jiang Feng tasted everything from the fish meat to the fish skin to the chopped pepper sprinkled on it. After tasting, Jiang Feng put down his chopsticks, picked up the plate and walked out quickly.

"Mom, don't sleep, come and taste my chopped pepper fish head!"

"Where's Dad?"

"Ji Gezi, don't watch TV, come and taste the chopped pepper fish head I made, Ji Xue, have you seen it, and where is your old Zhang? Call them all over, come and taste!"

Chopped pepper fish head is just the beginning. When the fire reaches the master level, it means that many Cai Jiangfeng who focuses on fire skills can easily make A-level.

In one afternoon, Jiang Feng tried many dishes that tested his fire skills, including fried double crispy and kung pao chicken. Except for fried crispy, Jiang Feng could only achieve B level because he hadn't practiced much before. The rest of the dishes were all grade A. Not only did he complete the long-awaited main task in one go, but he also made a big splash in the back kitchen.

If it wasn't for the lack of time to start preparing the table for Peng Changping and Zhang Chu, Jiang Feng could even make ten more dishes.

As long as everyone can eat it, he can keep doing it!

Jiang Feng's current reputation was so high that he raised his arms and raised his arms. It would be a little less difficult to rebel and set up another branch.

No, why did he rebel against himself?

"Sang Ming, are you free? If you are free, bring me the rice field eel that I picked out and put in the water basin in the innermost corner." Jiang Feng had already started cooking.

He and Zhang Zhiyun sent a message five minutes ago, and Zhang Zhiyun told him that Zhang Chu and Peng Changping had been strolling in the alley alley for a day, and that Qin Guisheng played online with the jet lag, and fell asleep halfway through, and now he just woke up and hasn't had breakfast yet. Just continue to play online.

Jiang Feng roughly deduced the time, and Qin Guisheng had woken up for about thirteen hours of ingredients in Beiping and the United States. He probably woke up quite early, and it was probably not yet dawn in the United States.

"Okay, Brother Feng, do you just need the rice field eel? Do you want me to cut the rice field eel for you?" Sang Ming was very enthusiastic and even used you.

Jiang Feng: ...

It doesn't have to be that way.

Field eels don't need human help to handle, rabbits need human help to handle. Taifeng building had staff who specialized in handling live poultry and rabbits, but Jiang Feng was not at ease with their craftsmanship. He originally wanted to trouble his own father. Wang Xiulian used to be obsessed with eating rabbits for a while, and Jiang Jiankang was very skilled at killing rabbits. As a result, Jiang Jiankang didn't know where he went. Master Wang.

"Master Wang." Jiang Feng carried the rabbit to Master Wang who was picking vegetables, "Are you free now? If you are free, can you help me deal with this rabbit? This rabbit will be used later Stir-fried, the blood must be drained and cut into small pieces."

"No problem, just leave it here for a few minutes." Master Wang also seemed very enthusiastic, seeing Jiang Feng as if he suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Brother Feng, the trick you showed today is really amazing , As expected, he is hiding something deep, and he is worthy of being accepted by Master Peng as a closed disciple."

Jiang Feng: ...

Master Wang, your son is about to grow up like me, so be sober!

Jiang Feng wanted to open his mouth to explain, but he didn't know how to explain. He immediately clarified the matter of being accepted by Peng Changping as an apprentice, but not many people seemed to care about it, and some thought he was being modest and hypocritical.

As for Brother Feng...

Don't mention Brother Feng to him, he is now allergic to these two words, and he gets a headache when he hears them.

Jiang Feng could only go back and hurry up to cook, while the others took the time to gossip before they were fully busy.

"I now feel that Brother Feng is different from before. His gestures and gestures are full of a master's demeanor, and his words have become less. Sure enough, masters talk less." Sang Ming pulled Zhang Weiyu and sighed.

Zhang Weiyu was chopping potatoes emotionally, and said expressionlessly: "Only villains die from talking too much."

The implication is that you can talk less.

It's a pity that Sang Ming couldn't hear the meaning behind Zhang Weiyu's words, and continued to sigh: "Actually, Brother Feng's original dishes are quite delicious, but I don't know why he always cooks some weird dishes, crying and laughing It makes people think about it. When I eat the dishes made by Brother Feng, I always think of my sister. I don’t know why. Now it’s pretty good. Big beauty, I always think about it, maybe she is quite happy."

Zhang Weiyu: ...

I think it's not the food's problem but your problem.

"I think Brother Feng's cooking is different from the original." Zhang Weiyu helped Jiang Feng make the whole pigeon of the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, and he had a better understanding of Jiang Feng's previous cooking skills than Sang Ming, "Maybe Got it."

"Enlightenment?" Sang Ming thought for a while, "Is it the kind of enlightenment that sees through the demons in the cultivation novels and achieves great martial arts?"

"...you are talking about martial arts novels."

"it's the same."

Zhang Weiyu put the sliced ​​potatoes on a plate: "It's about the same. I haven't realized it and I don't understand it, but my father has. Isn't my family a blacksmith? My father was not good at blacksmithing. It was the same when I was in elementary school. The things he made were not good, and my family’s business was not good, so I was very poor at that time. At that time, I thought that I must not forge iron like my father in the future. If I can’t learn it, I can’t even support myself.”

"And then?" Sang Ming listened to the story.

"Later, when I was in junior high school, my grades were not good and I had to take supplementary classes. My family had no money, so my father was worried, and then he realized it." Zhang Weiyu said.

Sang Ming:?

"So..." Sang Ming thought for a while, "Brother Feng got enlightened by eating? Did he enlighten after eating a big meal?"

"I don't know, I haven't eaten it yet, okay? Since then my dad's skills have improved, he has become famous and made money, and he has taken in several apprentices, but I still don't want to work hard."

"Why?" Sang Ming was puzzled.

"What if I don't realize it? This thing is the same as metaphysics, who can say for sure. It's better to study hard and get a good university. Even if you don't make a lot of money, you won't starve to death." Zhang Weiyu said.

Sang Ming looked at him gradually suspiciously.

Zhang Weiyu: ...

"It's an accident that I'm like this now!"

Sang Ming expressed disbelief.

"Really, my classmate is not like this, you listen to my explanation..."

Others don't have divergent thinking like Sang Ming, thinking that Jiang Feng's current cooking skills are due to eating a big meal, but others have the same idea. Basically, they think that Jiang Feng has the current chef because Peng Changping.

It's all taught by Master Peng!

Including Jiang Feng's own father and grandfather thought so too.

Jiang Jiankang was talking with his father.

To be precise, the old man was talking with Jiang Jiankang.

Jiang Jiankang was very panicked. He felt that his father was not normal today.

"Jiankang." The old man was doubting his life, "Did you feel delayed by me all these years?"

Jiang Jiankang: ...

Dad, if you want to hit me, you can hit me directly, you don't need to make these roundabouts, I'm afraid.

"How is it possible, Dad, our family can live today because of your teachings!" Jiang Jiankang said with a firm face, "How could it be possible for you to have such terrible thoughts, without you, how can our family be better all these years?" Days, how can it be said to be a delay?"

"But I think it's a delay." The old man rarely reflected on himself for an entire afternoon, and deeply felt that his teaching level was not good compared with the third brother. His sons and grandsons may all be talented, but he didn't teach them. That's why Jiang Feng made such radical progress after studying with Peng Changping for a week.

"impossible!"

"It must have been delayed. You and the boss are so talented. It's probably because I was delayed back then that they became what they are now." The old man murmured.

Jiang Jiankang:?

I'm hallucinating, my dad praised me for my talent?

"Hey, I'm the one who delayed you." The old man fell into an endless loop of self-blame.

Jiang Jiankang: ...

It's over, his father's mind suddenly seems to be abnormal.

Jiang Jiankang panicked and looked around in a vain attempt to find help. Suddenly, he seemed to see Peng Changping.

He didn't remember Zhang Chu and Zhang Zhiyun very much, but he remembered Peng Changping, compared to the barbecue he had eaten by Peng Changping himself not long ago.

"Dad, Master Peng seems to be here. Would you like to go to the kitchen and watch Xiaofeng make him cook carefully so that he doesn't make mistakes." Jiang Jiankang felt that he had found a perfect breakthrough.

The old man also saw Peng Changping who was holding a mobile phone to make a video call with Qin Guisheng.

Oh, the control group.

"Hmph." The old man snorted coldly, "What's so interesting, after learning how to cook for so many years, you can't even cook a few home-cooked dishes? You have to be watched by people, wouldn't you learn how to cook in the stomach of a dog after so many years? "

After finishing speaking, the old man left Taifeng Building angrily and walked towards the teahouse.

He has to make up for the tea he missed at noon today.

He, Jiang Weiguo, skipped work, understand?

Jiang Jiankang: ...

Hey, his dad seems to be normal again.

So what did his father want to say by calling him out of the back kitchen?

After saying a few inexplicable words, why didn't I say them again.

Jiang Jiankang couldn't figure it out, shook his head and went back to work.