Life is a Game

Very rarely, Jiang Feng's first reaction after leaving the memory was not to click on the properties panel to view the latest recipes, but to lie silently on the sofa.

Before he entered the memory, he was lying on the sofa and turning around, but after leaving the memory, he was naturally still lying on the sofa. Cao Guixiang is ordinary and simple, but the public is very harmonious and harmonious. The natural thickening gave Jiang Feng an indescribable inspiration. Even when he was looking at the dog food later, what Jiang Feng was thinking about was Cao Guixiang thickening the lean meat soup earlier time screen.

It is the simplest, everyone who knows how to thicken can do it, but it is not that simple.

It's not something that can be done with high cooking skills and proficiency. Jiang Feng can clearly feel that Cao Guixiang's thickening is different from everyone else's.

Her thickening is more harmonious.

It is not the icing on the cake, but it is integrated with the whole dish, and it is difficult to separate the individual steps.

Cao Guixiang's thickening must have something extraordinary, something extraordinary.

Jiang Feng felt that he seemed to have realized it, but he didn't.

A wonderful inspiration has already drilled into his mind, and it only takes him to discover, touch and learn, but he doesn't know where to look for it for a while.

Everyone knows that inspiration is a flash of light, like a shooting star falling in the night sky, bright and short-lived. If you can't catch it in time, it will be fleeting, and you won't even be able to hold the tail.

Jiang Feng felt that he had grasped the tail of inspiration, but he still wanted more.

Just a little bit, just a little bit.

harmony, harmony.

Why is it so simple?

Jiang Feng sat up from the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked like a meditating monk from the back, motionless. If you turn around and look at it from the front, you will find that Jiang Feng's eyes look a little hollow, occasionally showing a little confusion and confusion, as if he is in a daze or thinking, like a swordsman who is at the juncture of enlightenment in a martial arts novel and is about to break through , One step to heaven and one step to hell, if you succeed, you will achieve great martial arts, and if you lose, you will go crazy.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to search, and soon found the leftover shredded pork from the day before yesterday.

A bowl of shredded pork, half a carrot, and a small bag of frozen corn kernels are more than enough to make a pot of lean pork soup.

Dice the carrots, put the ingredients into the pot one by one, but it will be time to thicken the sauce in more than 10 minutes. The water starch has already been prepared, and it is only time to thicken it when the time comes.

The thickening water was slowly poured into the pot along the edge of the pot in a clockwise direction, and Jiang Feng thought something was wrong almost the moment he entered the pot.

He habitually copied Cao Guixiang's steps 100% to thicken the sauce.

It's not that bad. Jiang Feng realized that imitation is also a part of learning during this period of time when he had to ask for advice. Imitation is the fastest way to learn without a thorough understanding. The last step is to turn imitation into his own talent. It is the most critical, important and at the same time the most difficult step.

There's nothing wrong with imitation, it's just that it doesn't feel right.

The moment the thickening water was put into the pot, Jiang Feng knew it was not like this.

The steps look exactly the same, the movements look the same, even the thickening water looks the same at first glance, but it just isn't right.

Totally wrong!

It wasn't the tail he was holding.

Abandoning this pot decisively, Jiang Feng started the second pot again.

The third pot.

The fourth pot.

...

All the way to the refrigerator, all the ingredients that could be used to make soup were used up, but he couldn't find the tail he grabbed in his memory.

He knew very well that the feeling was still there but he couldn't find it.

He still has a chance.

He must seize this opportunity and seize the tail of this fleeting inspiration.

There are no ingredients at home, and there are still at my aunt's house. With a calorie counting expert like my aunt, what Jiang Jianguo lacks most is all kinds of ingredients. Although there is a high probability that Wu Minqi has already fallen asleep, the time is actually not even 9 o'clock.

Jiang Feng hurried downstairs and knocked on Jiang Jianguo's door. Jiang Jianguo and his aunt were at home, and even Jiang Zaide was there, happily eating bananas and watching TV on the sofa.

"Uncle, I have no ingredients at home, so I'll borrow some." Jiang Feng went straight to the refrigerator as soon as he entered the house.

"Take whatever you want," Jiang Jianguo said cheerfully.

Then Jiang Feng emptied most of the refrigerator with big bags and small bags.

It is roughly estimated that at least more than 30 catties of ingredients were taken away.

Jiang Jianguo:?

Jiang Zaide:? ? ?

"Is my little brother having a party at home tonight?" Jiang Zaide was stunned.

It is nothing to carry more than 30 catties of vegetables and meat, but it is a bit puzzling to carry so much at night.

"I haven't heard of it." Jiang Jianguo didn't even think about it.

Jiang Feng made all kinds of soups with vegetables and meat borrowed from Jiang Jianguo.

There is no fixed combination of ingredients, and you can cook whatever you see. The only thing in common is that it is simple and fast. It can be cooked in a few minutes to ten minutes, and it will never waste time.

Thickening the glutinous rice over and over again made Jiang Feng feel that the feeling in his heart was getting closer and closer.

The thickened soup is getting more and more harmonious.

Jiang Feng felt that he was about to hold this little tail.

Early in the morning of the second day, Wu Minqi woke up before dawn.

The price of going to bed too early is that you wake up early the next day, but going to bed early will make you very energetic, awake, and even energetic. After Wu Minqi woke up, she glanced out the window which was still dark, and then looked at her mobile phone and found that it was only after 4 o'clock, so she decided to get up and go to the living room to do some simple exercise, take a shower, and then go to the kitchen to cook millet porridge.

There is nothing more comfortable than drinking a bowl of hot millet porridge on a winter morning.

As soon as she left the room, Wu Minqi realized something was wrong.

There was movement in the living room.

And light.

someone!

A thief has broken into the house!

Wu Minqi immediately became alert, grabbed a wooden stick that was thrown in the bathroom for some unknown reason, and walked towards the living room lightly, without even thinking about the second possibility, for example, Jiang Feng didn't sleep all night and worked hard to thicken the corn in the kitchen .

Then Wu Minqi saw Jiang Feng who hadn't slept all night, his face was greasy, his hair was so greasy that it stuck together, and his sleeves were stained with a lot of stains that didn't know when they stuck. Jiang Feng looked very sloppy.

and a messy kitchen.

It was really a mess, Wu Minqi couldn't believe it was her own kitchen when she saw it for the first time.

Dirty, messy, and poor, these three words have been vividly reflected in the kitchen at this time like never before.

The kitchen utensils are placed randomly, pots and bowls are everywhere, and there are even two pots on the ground, and there are soups in the pots. The trash can in the living room is also in the kitchen, and it is full of kitchen waste. There are still a lot of cooked ingredients in the sink that have not been cleaned up, and the soup and water stains are all over the kitchen counter.

Wu Minqi couldn't help blurting out this situation while clutching the wooden stick.

"My Fengfeng has finally gone crazy."

Wait, why did she use the word finally?

This sentence was Wu Minqi's murmur, but Jiang Feng didn't hear it, and he didn't even notice that Wu Minqi was standing behind him holding a wooden stick, so he knew that he was getting closer to the feeling he wanted to grasp.

Every time he makes a soup, he feels a step closer.

He didn't know how many steps he had gotten, but he still didn't touch it.

So he can only do it non-stop, over and over again, bowl after bowl, racing against time for fear of losing time. If the pots and bowls are full, they can only be thrown away, and there is no time to clean up the drained ingredients. It took an average of 10 minutes to make a pot of soup. Jiang Feng basically didn't stop for several hours a night, which made the kitchen look like it is now.

"Fengfeng!" Wu Minqi shouted, and finally caught Jiang Feng's attention, stopped cutting carrots, and looked back at him.

"You haven't slept all night, have you?"

Even if Jiang Feng made the kitchen look like this, Wu Minqi was most concerned about whether he slept at night.

"I'm not sleepy, Qiqi, I seem to have found the feeling of thickening the glutinous rice, just a little bit, just a little bit! Don't talk to me first, let me continue to find the feeling, I really found it soon." Jiang Feng said again Proceed to chop the carrots.

Wu Minqi fell silent, and didn't bother Jiang Feng with another word. She let him continue chopping vegetables, and walked into the kitchen by herself to clean up the mess.

After finishing most of the cleaning, Wu Minqi sat on a chair by the dining table, leaning sideways to watch Jiang Feng in the kitchen making soup.

Over and over again, bowl after bowl.

After finishing a bowl, he will clean up a bowl like Jiang Feng.

Until dawn.

...

The ingredients borrowed from Jiang Jian's country have been completely used up by Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng has been sleepless all night with a big oily head on his head. Every cell is frantically shouting at the brain, you idiot, go to sleep.

Under Wu Minqi's persuasion, Jiang Feng chose to stop for a while to take a shower and go to sleep. Anyway, by this time, the inspiration was already in his hands, and in all likelihood, he would not be able to escape.

Jiang Feng went to take a shower and went to bed, while Wu Minqi cleaned up the kitchen.

After cleaning up the kitchen, Wu Minqi took out her mobile phone and sent Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo the same message respectively.

Wu Minqi: Grandpa Jiang, I feel like Jiang Feng is about to realize it.