Life is a Game

Jiang Weisheng was already drinking the soup happily, and while drinking, he said to Jiang Weiming: "Master, Xiaofeng's skills are really getting better and better now, and I really haven't learned in vain these past few months. Dao Tang is almost catching up to your level."

Jiang Weiming came back to his senses, and instead of answering Jiang Weisheng's words immediately, he looked at Jiang Weiguo.

Jiang Weiguo had already taken a few sips of the soup. He didn't pay much attention to it at first, but his expression became serious after he tasted the taste. After taking a sip, he moved the bowl away to look at the bowl, and after another sip, he moved the bowl away to look at Jiang Feng .

From their expressions, it was not difficult for Jiang Weiming to see that the broth that Jiang Feng brought was really excellent.

But why does he seem to be able to taste this excellence?

Jiang Weiming didn't dare to take another sip.

"Master, master." Jiang Weiming had already finished a small bowl in his bowl, and called Jiang Weiming softly.

"Ah, what's the matter?" Jiang Weiming woke up like a dream.

"Don't you want to drink it? I don't want to help you keep this soup away." Jiang Weiming thought that Jiang Weiming was feeling sad because he couldn't taste the taste, so he asked cautiously.

Jiang Weiming shook his head slightly: "No need."

I took a second sip.

It really tastes like dashi!

Jiang Weiming didn't even have time to taste how good the soup was, he was completely immersed in the shock that he could taste the taste from the soup in front of him.

It is the umami taste of chicken soup, the salty taste of ham, and the taste of the top broth cooked by the chef after the ingredients are properly proportioned.

He actually tasted like broth.

After a long absence, the tongue can taste the taste of food, and there is a feeling of delicious food in the mouth.

Jiang Weiming took small sips, fearing that he drank down a small bowl of soup as if hallucinating, and then smacked his mouth unsatisfied after drinking it, as if he was relishing it, but also seemed to be afraid that the taste would escape from his mouth.

Jiang Weiming no longer cared what the people around him were saying, nor did he care about Jiang Weiguo's attitude towards Jiang Feng's broth, or even the broth itself, he only cared about the remaining taste in his mouth.

Every bit lost is a pity.

Jiang Weiming just stood there quietly, until the last remaining umami taste of the soup dissipated in his mouth, and then looked at other people as if in a lifetime.

Jiang Weisheng was watching him very carefully, for fear of disturbing him.

"Hygienic." Jiang Weiming suddenly had a very wonderful idea, so wonderful that it can only be produced in a dream, "Bring here the sauce you just made."

Jiang Weisheng hurriedly handed Jiang Weiming his unprepared sauce with too much minced garlic.

Jiang Weiming dipped his chopsticks in and tasted it.

no taste.

Jiang Weiming sighed.

Sure enough, it was just an illusion.

It may be that the soup smelled so delicious that he had the illusion of tasting it.

Now that he thinks about it carefully, the taste is somewhat similar to the soup he drank before, and it may just be an illusion brought to him by his memory.

"Master, do you want to drink more?" Jiang Weisheng asked.

"No need." Jiang Weiming waved his hand, "Give it to other people to taste, let everyone have a taste of Xiaofeng's craftsmanship."

Jiang Weiguo made the same decision as Jiang Weiming, and asked Jiang Jiankang to share the rest of the soup with others, while he stood silently in the corner with his hands crossed on his chest and his head lowered, looking down at the ground, making it hard for people to understand.

If Grandma Jiang was here, she would definitely be able to see what happened to Jiang Weiguo.

He is autistic.

At the beginning, Jiang Weiguo wanted a daughter after having four sons, but the fifth one was also a son. This is what he looked like when he saw the wrinkled Jiang Jianye.

Although the old man didn't want to admit it, his little grandson seems to be better at cooking than himself.

He thinks he can't make broth of this level.

He, Jiang Weiguo, had nothing in his life, he just had self-knowledge, gave up when he should give up, and accepted his fate when he should. Originally thought that the handicraft handed down from his family would end with him, and he recognized it all those years ago, but he didn't expect his grandson to suddenly turn back as a prodigal son.

No, it's not a return to the right path, it's like learning photoelectricity is an illegal activity.

In short, no matter what it is, Jiang Weiguo is a little autistic now.

Although he has always hoped that his children and grandchildren will surpass him one day and truly inherit the Jiang family's craftsmanship to complete the things he failed to accomplish back then, but now it seems that this day will really come, not in the way he imagined. He really couldn't accept it for a while.

He has worked hard to educate his grandson for nearly ten years, and it is not as effective as Peng Changping's three-month education. Jiang Weiguo is really a little autistic now.

He was only skeptical before, but now he is somewhat sure that it is because his education level is not good enough to delay these children and grandchildren. If his education level is higher, these sons may have already graduated from the teacher, and now Taifeng Building will not...

"Dad, Xiao Feng's broth is really good. I feel like I'm almost catching up with you. It's thanks to your good teaching all these years!" Jiang Jiankang saw that no one was rushing to pat his father's rainbow fart at this time , hurriedly rushed to be the first person.

Jiang Weiguo: ...

He took back what he said just now, the third son should not be his problem.

"It's none of my business that Xiaofeng Gaotang hangs well, and I didn't teach it." The old man said angrily. After thinking about it, he got angry, but gave his third son a slap of love that didn't have much strength, "What are you doing in a daze? No matter what time it is, I will be lazy, and I will go to work quickly after drinking the soup."

"Xiaofeng's cooking skills are so good now, you are still lazy every day, look at Xiaofeng, are you ashamed? I really taught you to the stomach of a dog these years. Even if I taught Dahua's cooking back then, I might not be able to do it now." I'm better than you, and I'm not going to work quickly, and I don't know how to reflect on myself, such a big person is not as good as a child." The old man reprimanded.

Jiang Jiankang: QAQ

I'm obviously here to blow rainbow farts, so what's wrong?

Jiang Feng, who witnessed the whole process: ...

His dad is really...

He deserves to be scolded!

Is it time to blow grandpa's rainbow farts now? Grandpa's rainbow farts can be blown at any time, and now he has made a pot of S-grade soup, shouldn't it be time to blow his rainbow farts?

Why has he been standing in the center of the kitchen for so long, in such a conspicuous place, yet no one came to blow his rainbow fart!

It's fine if others don't come, why Xia Xia didn't come, at this time, I ran over and said, "Master, you are so amazing that you can make such delicious broth!" Shouldn't it be a basic operation?

Jiang Feng had a thousand words to say, but he couldn't.

Hey, he misses his aunt so much.

No wonder Grandpa admires Aunt Aunt the most. At this critical moment, it is necessary for a person of insight like Aunt Aunt to stand up and blow the correct rainbow fart.

No one was blowing rainbow farts, so Jiang Feng could only go about his business.

He didn't dare to provoke the old man. Although he didn't know why, Jiang Feng could at least tell from the words the old man scolded Jiang Jiankang just now that the old man was not in a good mood at this time. beard.

Jiang Feng walked towards Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming has been very calm since he finished drinking the soup. Except for a moment of stupor, there was nothing unusual. Jiang Feng couldn't tell whether he had tasted the taste or not.

The buff of the soup can slightly increase the sensitivity of diners' tongue within six hours after eating. Jiang Feng is well versed in the way of buff in game dishes. The six hours after eating may not refer to the full six hours, but may be a part of the six hours time. It’s like the buff of Li Hongzhang’s chowder, which makes people want to cry within 20 minutes after eating, but diners generally don’t cry for 20 minutes, and usually stop crying after a few minutes, like Jiang Feng There are still very few people who cried for so long like last time.

If Jiang Feng remembered correctly, he should have cried for more than twenty minutes that time, and his voice was hoarse when he stopped crying.

Things like buffs vary from person to person, and the same buff has different effects on different people. Jiang Feng had suspected for a long time when he was studying the broth buff that the effective time and improvement rate of this buff might vary from person to person, and everyone was different.

For example, he feels nothing after drinking.

A small range is a very broad term. 0.1% is a small range and 9% is also a small range. Jiang Feng is not sure whether the broth buff can restore Jiang Weiming's sense of taste, and he is not sure how long it will last even if it is temporarily restored. He asked Jiang Weiming to taste the soup today just to try it out. If the soup can temporarily restore Jiang Weiming's sense of taste, then Chickpea Flower will surely restore his sense of taste.

He hasn't practiced making chickpea pudding yet. The broth can be made into S-grade ones, and the method of clear soup is similar to that of high-grade soup. He should be able to make S-grade ones after a two-day assault.

It was a long time before the chickpea curd was in the soup. Once the clear soup was done, with Jiang Feng's current cooking skills, the chickpeas curd would come naturally.

Jiang Feng's original plan was to make S-grade chickpeas within a week after making S-grade broth to help Jiang Weiming regain his sense of taste.

"Third Grandpa, what do you think of the broth I just had?" Jiang Feng asked tentatively.

"Is it broth? Very good." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"What do you think..." Jiang Feng wanted to ask more detailed questions, but Jiang Weiwei gently tugged at his sleeve to signal him not to speak.

"Xiao Feng, how about I taste my sauce?" Jiang Weiwei said, looking at Jiang Weiming, "Master, can you help me find where the dried chili is?"

"You don't have the dried chili?" Jiang Weiming didn't notice that Jiang Weiwei's little expression was misled by him, "I'm so old and forgetful. Didn't I just tell you to take the dried chili? Wait until I go to another place to give it to you." You find a bag."

When Jiang Weiming walked away, Jiang Weisheng hurriedly said, "Xiaofeng, don't ask Master this."

Jiang Feng:?

"It's not like you don't know that Master can't taste it. Master was in a daze when he drank it just now. I guess I was a little sad. I didn't dare to mention it. Next time you cook this kind of dish again, just talk to Master. Don't let it go." Let him taste it, so that he won't be sad again." Jiang Weiwei said a little disappointed.

Jiang Feng:?

sad?

Probably not.

"Uncle Jiang, don't worry." Jiang Feng said with a smile, "Next time I'll invite Third Grandpa to taste the dish, which is chickpeas."

Jiang Sanwei:?