Life is a Game

In this way, Jiang Feng lived a happy and salty life at home for two days.

Although it is a bit boring, I just scroll through Moments to listen to radio dramas every day, and there are no TV dramas to watch, and the spicy chicken game is still stuck on the bug interface to watch. But it was also because it was stuck with a bug. While listening to the radio drama, Jiang Feng ordered the recipe of shredded yam when he had nothing to do. He watched Jiang Huiqin's cooking video twenty or thirty times, and he knew every step by heart.

The concrete result is that the brain: I get it!

Hand: No, you don't understand.

The more you look at Jiang Feng, the more itchy you are. Ignore the shit setting that love will improve the taste of the dishes. The shredded yam itself is C-level. Instead of saying that the level of the dishes exceeds his culinary level like the one with the chopped pepper fish head before, that means...

His culinary skill level is enough to make c-level dishes!

Rounding it up like this, it is not far from the B-level chopped pepper fish head!

Jiang Feng himself didn't really feel much. When the heat and seasoning were upgraded to a high level, the proficiency would go up naturally. There was no sense of mystery that would be enlightened immediately, and during that time, frying potatoes every day was in a trance. , He can't feel whether his cooking skills have been greatly improved.

It's just that Jiang Feng felt a lot more proficient in cooking these past few days, and even handled the spatula with ease.

From this point of view, his cooking skills should have improved a lot.

When the summer vacation was coming to an end, Chen Xiuxiu was given a few points of experience points when eating food, at most a dozen points. Eating carrots the day before yesterday could give her more than 40 experience points in one bite. From this point of view, Jiang Feng's cooking skills have improved by 4 times.

4 times!

Jiang Feng even felt a little inflated that he only needed to go back to the countryside and practice frying sugar and shredded yam for a few days, and he could make shredded yams at Jiang Huiqin's level in minutes.

Before going to bed, Jiang Feng watched the making process of the silk-drawn yam again, and Jiang Feng fell asleep contentedly.

At 4 o'clock the next morning, he was woken up by the ringing of the phone.

"Hey, who is it?" Jiang Feng was in a daze when he was soundly asleep when he was woken up. He picked up his phone numbly, feeling like he was still dreaming.

"Xiaofeng, pack up your things and go to grandpa's house for the new year!" Jiang Jianguo said in a good mood and full of confidence, "I, your aunt, and Zaide will go downstairs to pick you up at 4:20 at your house!"

"Huh?" Jiang Feng thought he was dreaming.

"Xiaofeng, hurry up, we will try to get to grandpa's house at 6:30 in the morning when there is no car!" Jiang Jianguo hung up the phone.

Jiang Feng put down his cell phone and fell back down again. He fell asleep for a few minutes before suddenly waking up. When he realized it, he sat up suddenly as if in a dying illness.

Today is the new year!

I want to go back to the countryside to catch the old man's breakfast!

Except for the fact that the old man cooked a lot of meals himself for the first time this year, the Jiang family's annual carnival used to start from the beginning of the year and last until the Lantern Festival. Anyway, everyone is self-employed, and they give themselves a holiday, and the old man can take the annual leave for which day he cooks.

Jiang Feng felt that if the old man was willing to cook for a year, except that his father might have to open the shop normally because he owed the second uncle money, the rest of the uncles could give him a year off.

To put it bluntly, at this stage, the Jiang family is not short of money except that he owes a lot of debts.

And the food for Chinese New Year is really good!

Pig-killing dishes are only once a year. Although Jiang Feng has already tasted all kinds of pork dishes made with big flowers, how can the pork dishes made in batches in the freezer be as good as freshly slaughtered pork in one pot? Stew, how about a pig-killing dish that arranges the whole body of the pig properly?

After washing up and picking up things quickly, Jiang Feng showed up downstairs ten minutes later, full of energy and dragging his suitcase.

As soon as Jiang Jianguo's car arrived, Jiang Feng opened the trunk, put the luggage, closed the trunk, opened the door, got in the car and closed the door. This sequence of actions was done in one go. Jiang Jianguo kicked the accelerator and set off without even using it for a minute.

It was still dark, and there were still a few dim stars hanging in the night sky. Jiang Feng turned his head to look at his brother Jiang Zaide, who was also sitting in the back seat. It's been a long time since I haven't seen Jiang Zaide's head. The top of his head is indeed a lot thinner, his eyes are black and blue, his eyes are extremely dark circles, his face is sleepy, and he doesn't know if he just woke up or is going to sleep.

Seeing Jiang Feng looking at him, Jiang Zaide explained: "The damn client said at eleven o'clock yesterday that my design was too natural and I needed to add a bit of modernity. What nature and fashion coexist, people just look at it." With a flash in front of my eyes, I revised the design draft until just now, and I didn’t sleep all night.”

"I have revised the design draft more than 20 times, and every time I can find new problems to bb." Jiang Zaide gritted his teeth.

"It's fine if you don't pick it up." Jiang Feng was puzzled.

"This order is nearly 100,000."

I understand, the money is in place.

At 5:30, Jiang Jiankang sent a message in the wechat group saying that the old man had already woken up and started cooking. After his aunt finished reading, Jiang Jianguo became anxious immediately.

"I saw that the pot in the lower right corner of the photo posted by the third brother yesterday was full of brine. The second brother bought beef again. Dad didn't cook any beef dishes last night. Dad always made noodles in the morning when I was young. This morning it was either beef noodles or noodles. The beef sliced ​​noodles will not taste good if it gets cold when it arrives late." Jiang Jianguo mumbled, and speeded up again, reaching a speed of 130 yards. Hurry up, brother."

Jiang Feng: ...

It's a pity that his uncle is so keenly observant as a tailor.

Under Jiang Jianguo's drag racing all the way, the group arrived at the old man's house at 6:20. After finding a random place to park the car, the four of them almost jogged to the door of the kitchen.

Sure enough, as Jiang Jianguo had guessed, the smell of stewed beef wafted from inside and outside the kitchen.

Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang, two people in their 40s and 50s, were like children of four or five years old. They sat on a bench one meter away from the kitchen door and waited for their meals. Jiang Jianguo skillfully moved a chair to join them.

Wang Xiulian and Grandma Jiang were washing the sheets in the backyard, and the eldest aunt also went to help. Jiang Feng and Jiang Zaide weighed whether to help with the washing or wait for the meal, and finally joined the queue of waiting for the meal each with a chair.

When Jiang Weiming went to the vegetable field to pull a handful of green onions and came back, he saw four fat and one thin sitting in a row waiting for food.

Jiang Jianguo reacted quickly and immediately stood up to say hello, "Hello Sanbo, I'm Jiang Jianguo."

"Hello third grandpa, I'm Jiang Zaide." Jiang Zaide also responded.

Jiang Weiming nodded and responded with a smile: "Eldest nephew and grandnephew, and Xiaofeng, they came really early, and dinner will be ready in ten minutes."

Then he walked into the kitchen. Before going in, Jiang Weiming couldn't help but look at Jiang Jianguo's figure, thinking to himself.

No wonder the younger brother said that he used to be a bit partial to the eldest nephew. This eldest nephew looks fatter than the second and third nephews.