Life is a Game

After drinking and eating, everyone was half lying on the chair touching their bellies with satisfied faces, even Chen Xiuxiu was no exception.

The eight dishes and one soup on the table were swept away, not even the soup was left, and the plate was as clean as if it had been licked.

If it wasn't for the old man's anger, Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang wouldn't mind licking their plates.

Over the years, as Jiang Weiguo got older, although his body was still healthy, his physical strength was not as good as before. Such a hearty meal like this might not be available even during the Chinese New Year.

Jiang Jiandang looked at the empty dinner plate on the table, and then thought about his ineffective son who didn't have half a culinary talent and could only eat, and suddenly felt that he hated iron.

Jiang Shoucheng, who had been admitted to the Imperial University of Medicine and Science and was on the high-speed train coming back, sneezed and rubbed his nose, thinking that the air-conditioning on the high-speed train was too full.

"From now on, Jiandang will go to the morning market to buy vegetables every morning, buy fresh and natural ones, and don't put those things that have been sprayed with pesticides and hormones in front of me." After Chen Duxiu and Chen Xiuxiu left, Jiang Weiguo began to order every day task.

Jiang Jiandang nodded repeatedly. The quality of the ingredients directly affects the taste of the dishes.

"Xiaofeng learns to cook from me every day, and taught me how to cook. How can I inherit your father's restaurant after I can't do the basics? What did you cook this morning?" Jiang Weiguo was obviously very dissatisfied with Jiang Feng's porridge in the morning , "I learned to cook when I was a child, and I ran away just after I finished my knife skills. I said that learning is important. What a fart! Learning is important. What can I do with a major in optoelectronic information? It's better to be a cook and have a future."

"Back then your great-grandfather was the chef in Taifeng Building, so many dignitaries and dignitaries couldn't get a meal without spending a lot of money." The old man was obviously very concerned about Jiang Feng's refusal to learn how to cook on the grounds of studying.

Jiang Feng: ...

He really loved learning back then!

If you don’t study, you have to hang sandbags, cut potatoes, cut cucumbers, cut tofu, cut some medicine for your hands, wrap a bag with gauze and continue cutting. Do you think he loves learning?

"Dad, what about me?" Jiang Jiankang waited eagerly for his father to assign him tasks.

"You're done with business?" Jiang Weiguo glanced at Jiang Jiankang.

"That's right, you're not going to do business?" Comrade Wang Xiulian echoed, and by the way, she gave Jiang Jiankang a look, and then smiled at Mr. Jiang Weiguo, "Dad, I can help wash the vegetables. I wash them every day, and they are very clean."

Washing vegetables at home can eat freshly cooked vegetables cooked by the old man. This deal is not uneconomical.

Jiang Jiankang: ...

The old man nodded slightly, agreeing.

The old man got up together, and Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli started to pick up the bowls and chopsticks almost at the same time, saying in unison: "I'll wash the dishes!"

The old man never cared about such trivial matters. He went to the kitchen and took out the cutting board and kitchen knife, picked a few from the big bag of potatoes and radishes that Jiang Jiankang bought, and put them in front of Jiang Feng.

"Cut the potatoes into cubes and the radishes with a hob, and let me see if your knife skills have been wasted," Jiang Weiguo said.

Jiang Feng's knife skills were naturally wasted a lot.

Amid Jiang Weiguo's scolding, Jiang Feng regained the company of potatoes, radishes and cucumbers when he was young.

In the evening, Jiang Weiguo picked out some potato cubes and radish slices that were barely eye-catching and fried a few side dishes, and sent the rest to the shop for Jiang Jiankang to fry and sell to customers.

For the next period of time, there will be daily specials for healthy snacks such as fried vegetables and rice with potatoes and radishes.

Jiang Feng felt that he was a small worker in the back kitchen of the hotel who was chopping vegetables. Every day he held a kitchen knife to the cutting board and "dang dang dang dang" and fortunately, the dishes he cut out were disgusted by the chef in every possible way.

Fortunately, Jiang Feng progressed from cutting vegetables to meat.

Finally, everyone no longer has to eat potatoes fried with minced meat, radish fried with minced meat, and cucumbers in coir raincoats every day.

In order to celebrate Jiang Feng's successful completion of a whole chicken, Jiang Weiguo decided to make a boneless grilled chicken with this small farm chicken whose body was tortured during the deboning process.

"Starting tomorrow, you can touch the pot." Jiang Weiguo announced at the dinner table.

Jiang Feng, who spent more than ten days picking up the knife again, wept with joy.

During this period of time, Chen Xiuxiu went from being embarrassed to come here every day to grab a meal, to coming uninvited at the meal time, and then coming to fight with Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli one or two hours earlier every day, completely unable to see that she would rather die than die The appearance of not eating.

The two fell in love with the same piece of chicken at the same time.

When the chopsticks touched, Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh that this day has finally come.

It was a piece of chicken with uniform sugar color, deep-fried until golden, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Aren't you losing weight? Boneless grilled chicken is too high in calories and isn't suitable for you." Jiang Feng persuaded.

"Xiuxiu still loses weight?" Jiang Shoucheng, who was working hard, raised his head suddenly, his face was full of shock.

"Eating can't stop you!" Jiang Weiguo scolded.

Jiang Shoucheng immediately lowered his head and continued to eat the chicken, following his grandfather's instruction to cover his mouth with food.

"If you don't eat enough, you won't have the strength to lose weight." Relying on her years of experience in snatching food from Jiang Feng's rice bowl, Chen Xiuxiu flexibly turned her wrist, hit the chopsticks, opened Jiang Feng's chopsticks, and successfully put the grilled chicken on the plate.

"Ding, complete the side mission: [Neighbor's Wish], get the mission reward Cooking Porridge (Intermediate)."

These days Jiang Feng was chopping vegetables in a trance, and almost forgot that he still had tasks.

Chen Xiuxiu from a year ago is back!

Looking at the braised chicken in Chen Xiuxiu's bowl, Jiang Feng didn't know whether to be happy or sad.

"In the afternoon, start with scrambled eggs." The old man began to assign learning tasks to Jiang Feng.

"Grandpa, how about I cook you some porridge this afternoon?" Jiang Feng tried to bargain, using his superb porridge cooking (intermediate) skills to conquer the old man.

"Porridge porridge, why did our Jiang family produce something like you who likes to cook porridge?" The old man became more and more angry during this time, "You practiced knife skills for so many years when you were young just to cook porridge now."

Jiang Feng was so stunned that he had nothing to say.

Jiang Feng guessed that the old man regretted it, and ran over to teach him cooking skills on a whim, but found that he was still a child who couldn't be taught.

I want to make a dish that is approved by the old man.

Unless the great grandfather is possessed!

After dinner, Wang Xiulian, Li Mingli and Chen Xiuxiu rushed to wash the dishes as usual, Jiang Shoucheng was directed by the old man to go to the store to help, Jiang Feng picked up the kitchen knife and continued to "dang dang dang".

The ingredients for cooking in the afternoon have to be cut by myself.

I didn't even have the time to sneak in to check what porridge cooking (intermediate level) was. If I made a wrong cut, I would hear the old man roaring in anger.

"Jiang Feng, you haven't eaten at noon! You can't even cut vegetables well!"

At this time, Chen Xiuxiu would eat a cucumber and watch the fun.

ruthless.

Oh, woman.