Life is a Game

Even though Roland had worked very hard, the speed of kneading the noodles still couldn't keep up with the speed of the porridge on the other side. The five barrels of porridge in Tai Fung House were quickly put on the pot, and all the ingredients for Jiang's Ginseng Soup were processed.

While chef Arnold hated his little brother for being unsatisfied, he did not speed up the processing of the ingredients without authorization. He still processed the ingredients according to his original rhythm, a step slower than Jiang Feng, which means that the overall progress of the top-level restaurant is slower than that of Taifeng Building. A big chunk.

Of course, Sun Maocai, who was slowly processing seafood, was directly ignored by everyone.

Half an hour has passed since the game.

Part of the audience in the auditorium was already a little bit unable to sit still.

To be honest, the audience watching the live broadcast actually has a more viewing experience than the live audience. The audience watching the live broadcast has a nonsense commentary. Although this commentary can't say a single sentence in 10 sentences, it is a commentary. . The audience was quite miserable. There was no commentary. They could only stare at the stage blankly, and could not see clearly when they sat far away.

Comrade Wang Xiulian also found it very boring. She looked back at Wu Hanxue and Mother Wu in the back row, and found that her future in-laws and her mother-in-law were staring at the stage attentively, one with a smile and a serious face. She suddenly felt that she could not be in the future with her mother-in-law. Before being ashamed, Jiang Jiankang stomped heavily on the foot, who was already dozing off.

"Aw—." Jiang Jiankang snorted subconsciously, and before the expansion was over, he covered his mouth and turned into a full stop.

He still has a sense of measure.

"Why are you sleeping? My son is still in the game! You dare to sleep when it's so important? Didn't you see that your in-laws and your mother-in-law look at it so seriously? Get me up straight!" Wang Xiulian whispered Dao, Jiang Jiankang straightened his chest suddenly.

"Wife, what time is it?" Jiang Jiankang regained the feeling of attending class in childhood.

"Ten thirty."

"Great, you can have lunch in one hour." Jiang Jiankang silently cheered himself up.

In fact, there is no need to wait for an hour at all, the first batch of porridge will be out in 15 minutes.

Before the porridge came out, Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai began to prepare the ingredients for the second and third batches of porridge, which can be said to have never stopped. The first batch of porridge was just out of the pot, and with Jiang Feng’s approval, the staff dragged it to the backstage to dress up and wait for distribution. The second batch of porridge was quickly put on the pot, without even turning off the fire, seamlessly.

The audience immediately boiled over.

If you compare it with a movie, the first batch of porridge out of the pot represents a small climax.

The commentary was also instantly excited. He had already started to introduce Chef Arnold's great achievements over the years. You must know that the game has only started for more than 40 minutes, which shows that he really has nothing to say.

"Okay, I believe everyone who is watching the live broadcast, everyone has also seen that the first batch of porridge cooked by the chef of Tai Fung House just now has been out. This batch of porridge has a total of five barrels, and the barrels have the largest capacity. All these 5 barrels are preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

"This is actually the welfare of the live audience. During the entire competition, both Taifeng Building and the top-level restaurant will continue to produce dishes for the audience and friends on the scene to taste. Well, we can now see that the staff has begun to distribute to the live audience. Obviously they started from the first row. It is worth mentioning that the audience in the first three rows are all relatives and friends who were watching the players before. Let's take a look at the preserved egg and lean meat porridge they distributed to Tai Fung House. What's the reaction?"

"Hey, I need to specifically introduce the old gentleman who was shown in the lens just now. He is the second Mr. Jiang Weiming in the latest ranking of the celebrity chefs published this time. He is also the elder of Jiang Feng's contestant. Okay, we can. Seeing that Mr. Jiang has taken the porridge bowl, looking at the expression, he should be very satisfied with the preserved egg and lean meat porridge made by contestant Jiang Feng this time. Obviously he is also very confident in contestant Jiang Feng's dishes today."

"Look, the relatives and friends of the Jiang Feng player next to Mr. Jiang have already drunk. He drank porridge very fast. 2, 3, wow, he only drank a bowl of porridge in just three seconds. Now, looking at the expression, it’s obviously not enough. Obviously he still wants to have another bowl. But unfortunately because there are too many audiences, each audience may only get a bowl of porridge..."

Of course, it is impossible for each viewer to get only one bowl of porridge. The porridge bucket prepared by the program group is the largest porridge bucket dedicated to porridge in the porridge shop. And I don’t know who instructed it. The bowls of the porridge in the first three rows of relatives and friends are obviously much larger than those of the ordinary audience behind, especially Han Guishan’s. Jiang Feng can tell that Boss Han’s bowl is bigger than that of Jiang Jianye next to him. The bowl should be a big circle.

What Jiang Feng didn't know was that the biggest bowl was not Han Guishan.

It is Wu Hanxue.

The program team brought him a pot of porridge.

The kind of basin that ordinary people hold ribs soup.

Wu Hanxue looking at a pot of porridge:...

To be honest, he didn't know for a moment whether the program group was targeting him or treating him preferentially.

As an excellent Sichuan cuisine chef with decades of work experience, he knows that the weight of this pot of porridge is definitely not less than two catties.

Wu Jialiang next to Wu Hanxue looked silly, thinking that he just sent a message to his cousin and told her that his uncle wanted to drink porridge, so he wouldn't be able to serve it.

Wu Jialiang was holding a bowl and looking at the Jiang family who was drinking porridge in front of them~www.novelmtl.com~ suddenly understood why the cousin would ask the staff to teach Wu Han a pot of porridge.

It should be because I stayed in Peking for too long and was influenced by people around me.

Thinking about this, Wu Jialiang took a sip of porridge.

! ! !

"Uncle San." Wu Jialiang held the bowl in a more pious posture than before. He smiled and looked at Wu Hanxue, who was still staring at the basin and looked suspicious of life. "If you can't finish drinking, I'll help you drink a bowl." "

He also raised the spoon.

Wu Hanxue:?

Since the staff handed the pot of porridge to Wu Han to learn, Jiang Jiankang, who was a little restless, immediately became energetic. He did not complain in his heart that his son had a father-in-law and then forgot his father. He immediately left behind Wang Xiulian’s several warnings. One turned his head.

"My future parents..."

Wu Hanxue:? ? ?

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, not yet, Master Wu, can you finish this porridge? Let's change it if we can't finish it, my bowl hasn't moved yet." Jiang Jiankang looked enthusiastic.

Wu Hanxue:?

Wu Han had a question mark and exchanged porridge with Jiang Jiankang, not because of anything else, mainly because he really couldn't drink it.

Jiang Jiankang was holding a pot of porridge happily, and was about to open his mouth and pour it fiercely, when Wang Xiulian slapped him with a slap on the leg.

"Don't be embarrassed, and change the porridge. Just point your face. Does your son usually tell you to drink less or eat less?" Wang Xiulian hated iron and steel.

"My wife, I think that my future relatives can't drink enough. Isn't this to help? Those who can eat more." Jiang Jiankang looked aggrieved.

"You have a lot of misunderstandings!" Wang Xiulian glared at Jiang Jiankang, turned her head and gave Mother Wu a bright and friendly smile, turned her head and whispered, "Leave me a half."

"Have you heard? Don't drink too much!"

"Oh."