Life is a Game

What does Jiang Feng's return mean?

It means that the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, shredded yam, pure meat wonton, Li Hongzhang's chowder and a series of slow-selling buff dishes that have been off the shelves for three months are all back on the shelves.

Coupled with Jiang Feng's success in learning, he brought a soup that surpassed the level of the old man as soon as he came back, which inspired everyone in Taifeng Building. Cardiotonic agent.

The official account, Weibo, and those diners who are lurking in Jiyue's Taifeng Building have all taken action. It is time to advertise and advertise, and strive to use the lowest cost (0 cost) to let all diners know the eight treasures that you are thinking of. Chestnut Pigeon, Shredded Yam, Pure Meat Wonton and Li Hongzhang Chowder are back!

On July 25, long-lost guests lined up at the gate of Taifeng Building.

"Qi Rou, go and count the number of plates and cups, is that right?"

"Hu Li, go check the background of the ordering system to make sure that all Jiang Feng's dishes are on the shelves, especially the shredded yam and pure meat wontons."

"Ji Yue, when the food is served, you should pay attention to comforting the guests. If there are students from the Academy of Fine Arts crying too loudly, you'd better persuade them to go to the private room. I saw that there are a lot of students from the Academy of Fine Arts today, and you all should pay attention."

"Good house manager." Everyone said in unison, performing their duties, just like last year when Taifeng Building first opened.

Ji Yue didn't catch the broth yesterday, and by the time she knew about it, the broth had already been divided up by the kitchen staff. But she could tell from Zhang Guanghang's extremely high evaluation and Master Wang's calling Jiang Feng you that Jiang Feng was no longer the Jiang Feng she knew a few months ago.

He is now Niu Colu Jiang Feng.

All the plots of the 30-year-old Hedong, 30-year-old Hexi, the useless protagonist's counterattack, and the rebirth of the female supporting role can all be applied to Jiang Feng.

Ji Yue sighed.

Unexpectedly, before she became a rich woman again, Jiang Feng had counterattacked from the bronze all the way to the king, and now she was about to start playing professional games.

"What's the matter, a little nervous?" Fang Mei noticed that Ji Yue sighed for no reason, and asked.

"A little bit." Ji Yue said casually, "I just didn't expect Jiang Feng's appeal to become so great without knowing it. It is estimated that more than half of the diners in the lobby came for his shredded yam and pure meat wontons."

"Although his dishes are a bit weird, they have always been popular with guests. The guests in the private room are basically for his Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon. Reservations were just opened at 7 o'clock last night, and there are three days before ten o'clock. The appointment is already full. But in fact, there are not many, Jiang Feng specifically told me not to arrange too many Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeons for him, the amount is only about one-third of the original amount, he should be busy these days." Fang Mei Dao, standing in the corner and looking at the guests in the lobby, feels nostalgic.

"It's been a long time since our store is full of people before the opening hours." Fang Mei couldn't help sighing.

"It's not only been a long time, it hasn't happened since the day of the opening and the time when "Zhiwei" was first released." Ji Yue cast her eyes on those seated by the window who were exuding an extraordinary melancholy aura. A student of the Academy of Fine Arts who is a loyal fan of pure meat wontons, "I feel like they haven't been here for a long time."

There were quite a few of them she could recognize the faces, but not the names.

At 11:29, all the guests in the lobby and boxes were treated seriously.

At 11:30:06, the shredded yam and pure meat wontons were sold out.

"Damn." A young man by the window slammed the table angrily, "I haven't found inspiration for two months. Who, my hands are so fast, I can't let people live."

The little brother at the next table who hasn't washed his hair for three days gave him a triumphant smile.

The brother by the window can only continue to order food for some people, and prepares to fight again tomorrow.

In the kitchen, Sang Ming looked at the ordering system on the wall and shouted to Jiang Feng very cheerfully: "Brother Feng, 6 servings of shredded yam and 6 servings of pure meat wontons."

Only after shouting this sentence, Sang Ming felt that his work was complete.

No wonder he always felt that something was missing a few days ago and made him feel weirdly uncomfortable. It turned out that Brother Feng was missing in the kitchen!

Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo stood in the corner away from the stove as usual, the place near the stove was too hot for them. Jiang Weiming looked at the busy kitchen, and said with relief, "Little brother, do you feel that the atmosphere in the kitchen has changed since Xiaofeng came back?"

"Yes, business has improved." Jiang Weiguo said dryly and expressionlessly.

Jiang Weiming glanced at him: "I feel that you have been in a bad mood since yesterday afternoon. Why, Xiaofeng is a little uncomfortable now that she can become a teacher?"

"No." Jiang Weiguo flatly denied it.

"Do you think Xiaofeng is progressing too fast?" Jiang Weiming asked.

Jiang Weiguo didn't speak.

"I think it's a little too fast. At this time last year, his level was only about the same as Jiankang's. He was outstanding among the juniors but not the best. His overall strength was still worse than Zhang Guanghang's. It was only a short period of time. He is far ahead of Zhang Guanghang and Jiankang, and now I am afraid that even you will be compared."

Jiang Weiguo continued to remain silent.

"I really hope that he can compare me soon." Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng who was eating wontons, "Only by surpassing us can he hope to stand shoulder to shoulder with his father, right?"

The old man didn't expect Jiang Weiming to say that, he was taken aback for a moment: "Then he is still far behind."

"Not far." Jiang Weiming shook his head, "Xiaofeng is only 23 years old now."

"The year I was born, my parents brought my little aunt, me, my eldest brother and my second brother to Peiping, and they showed their talents on the second day. Later, my father visited the masters of other cuisines everywhere. After years of study and mastery, he finally became 32 years old. At that time, he became famous in Peking and became recognized as the number one chef in Peking."

"Xiaofeng still has nine years, it's enough."

"You have high expectations for him." Jiang Weiguo subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth, obviously still proud in his heart, "I just hope that Xiaofeng will not disappoint your expectations of him."

"What about yours?" Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Weiguo, as if trying to force him to give an answer.

"And mine." Jiang Weiguo said.

Jiang Weiming shook his head helplessly: "You just have a bad temper, and you have been bad since you were a child."

"You just have a good temper. You have been very nice since you were a child."

Jiang Weiguo replied that he wanted to go out to see how the business was doing outside, and to feel the long-lost guest Ruyunlai, but before he stepped out, he seemed to remember something, and turned to look at Jiang Weiming.

"Third brother, judging from Xiaofeng's broth yesterday, you should be able to see that Xiaofeng's craftsmanship has surpassed mine. How did you say that he is similar to me?" In Jiang Weiguo's memory, Jiang Weiming didn't seem to be here In the final analysis, it is not a shame to be surpassed by the grandson he raised since he was a child, and he should even be proud of it.

If there were no three months of Peng Changping teaching in the middle, I should be more proud.

"Yeah, I didn't pay much attention when I was drinking yesterday." Jiang Weiming looked as usual.

"Then what are you paying attention to?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"I... I'm probably in shock." Jiang Weiming smiled, and was about to say something before Jiang Feng interrupted him.

"Third Grandpa." After Jiang Feng threw the wontons out of the pot, he didn't care about them. Anyway, the soul of pure meat wontons is unpalatable.

"Are you free this afternoon? I want to practice clear soup this afternoon. I would like to ask you to watch and give me some pointers."

"Of course you can. Your high soup is already so good. Compared with clear soup, you can get started very quickly. It only takes a few days to make the same level as yesterday's high soup." Jiang Weiming encouraged.

The old man looked at Jiang Weiming, then at Jiang Feng, turned around and left.

The kind that doesn't even have a head.

Jiang Feng:?

Where did I offend Grandpa?

Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Weiguo's back and smiled helplessly, and reminded him: "Xiaofeng, you can learn how to jump over the wall with your grandfather in a while. This dish has extremely high requirements on the processing and control of ingredients. You are a very good practice dish now."

"Ah?" Jiang Feng didn't realize it, why did he go from clear soup to Buddha jumping over the wall all at once.

This Buddha jumping over the wall has not been scheduled yet.

"Go and do your work first. The kitchen is a little boring, so I'll go out for a walk." Jiang Weiming left without saying anything.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?