Life is a Game

That night, Jiang Feng had a bizarre dream.

He successfully made Li Hongzhang's chowder in one pass. After Wang Hao tasted it, he hugged him and cried bitterly, saying that the two Fouriers were too difficult, and that his "Optical Information Processing" had failed again. A dream ended with Wang Hao crying all the way.

So much so that Jiang Feng felt a little guilty when he saw Wang Hao brushing his teeth on the balcony the next morning. Wang Hao hugged his thigh and cried over and over while calling "Dad, teach me Fourier!" The voice, appearance and appearance are still in his mind .

"Brother Feng, when did you come back last night?" Wang Hao asked while brushing his teeth.

"It's past twelve o'clock. You were all asleep by then. My uncle and my uncle and uncle and uncle's family went to have dinner together." Jiang Feng said, turned on the phone, clicked on the post bar, and the new day started from watching Wang Hao yesterday. The update starts.

Huh, no update?

"Brother Feng, your competition last night was really amazing. Except for one fall, you were like a male god. I am ready to admire you from the bottom of my heart. Really, idol, if you win the championship It's for our physics department, the kind that can pull up banners when you go back to your alma mater!" Wang Hao almost slipped his mouth, and took the topic off the subject at a turn.

Jiang Feng imagined the banner in Wang Hao's mouth: Congratulations to chef Jiang Feng, a well-known alumnus of our school's Department of Physics, for visiting his alma mater!

Shivering, Jiang Feng asked, "Why didn't you update yesterday."

"I don't write novels anymore, it's a waste of time." Wang Hao said with a straight face, "There are too many classes this semester, and I feel that writing novels has seriously affected my study. I decided to change my past and start a new life. Study hard and make progress every day! "

Unexpectedly, Wang Hao would be able to make up his mind like this, and Jiang Feng was in awe of him instantly.

After washing up, Jiang Feng went to the store.

This morning I ate Jiang Jiankang’s special extra-large luxury sandwich, lettuce, tomato, egg, beef tenderloin, chicken chops and pork chops were all stuffed into two slices of plain fresh toast bought from a street bakery, Jiang Jiankang couldn’t even eat Eating it within three bites shows how rich this sandwich is.

It was a bit too difficult to bite off four layers of meat, one layer of vegetables and two slices of bread in one bite. Jiang Feng ate the sandwich in small bites, staring at the dozen or so live chickens that the supplier sent in the morning.

"Mom, leave some chickens for me today," Jiang Feng said.

"Why do you want chickens?" Wang Xiulian immediately became vigilant. These chickens are all used to make Texas braised chicken, and each chicken represents a huge profit.

"The theme of the 16 to 8 competition is chicken. I want to see if I can make Babao chicken the way I make Babao Chestnut Pigeon." Jiang Feng said.

Since it is a competition, do what you are good at. Theoretically, the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon recipe is applicable to all poultry, but the ingredients and ratio of the stuffing need to be changed. Jiang Feng felt that the dish would be ready when the two old men came over in the middle of the morning.

"If you want to make chicken, you can make Dingqiao Babao chicken!" Jiang Jiankang suggested, "It's all made of plain stuffing. When your grandpa and third grandpa come, let them teach you the ratio of stuffing. It will be soon." Can get started."

"Is Babao Chicken easy to sell?" Wang Xiulian is more concerned about this issue.

"It's easy to sell, it must be easy to sell." Jiang Jiankang said, thinking that Jiang Feng has always been unreliable and good at rolling over the car for the first time, and added, "If it is done well, it will definitely be easy to sell!"

"Okay, son, you can pick a few." Wang Xiulian said generously, "I will contact the supplier tomorrow and ask them to send more."

"Choose a tender hen, the kind with tender meat!" Jiang Jiankang reminded.

Jiang Feng finished eating the sandwich quickly, wiped his hands, and went to the kitchen to pick chicken. Amidst the sound of "clacking", I looked at all the bundled pullets one by one, picked out the three most tender ones, grabbed them, killed the whole chickens and took them off the bones to keep them for later use in the back kitchen While chopping vegetables, I waited for the two old men to give on-site guidance.

Ji Yue arrived before the two old men, and worked hard to draw the draft for two days. Now she exudes the smell of a rich woman all over her body, and she is so bloated that she doesn't even bring a digital tablet when she comes to the store.

As soon as he entered the store, he went straight to the back kitchen and excitedly said to Jiang Feng who was chopping vegetables: "Jiang Feng, you're hot!"

I'm on fire?!

Jiang Feng raised his head suddenly. He became popular the first time he appeared on TV. Could it be that his real talent is not in cooking but in the entertainment industry?

"Oh, why is it so hot?" Jiang Feng looked calm and calm, to show that he was indifferent to fame and fortune.

"Hot search! Oh, I forgot you don't play Weibo, wait a minute!" Ji Yue took out her phone and flipped to Weibo hot search, and handed the phone to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng took a look: # Zhang Guanghang#

#Zhang Guanghang's father#

#Zhang Guanghang Nationality#

#The most handsome chef in history#

#Actor revisits first love # #After that time was crossed#

#Zhang Guanghang Graduation Photo#

...

Jiang Feng:

He saw Zhang Guanghang on the screen, and couldn't even find the word Jiang. Where did he go on the hot search?

"Without me!" Jiang Feng expressed his grievance.

"Why not?" Ji Yue took back her phone and pointed to the # Been traversed after that time#, "Isn't this the one?"

Jiang Feng was dumbfounded.

"It's been said on Weibo that you were reborn after that fall. There are also people who wrote a lot of jokes. I laughed to death after reading it all morning. But it's a little bit worse than Zhang Guanghang when it's popular." Ji Yue flipped through the phone with her mobile phone, "Look, it's this blogger, and the fanfiction he wrote is pretty good!"

Jiang Feng took a look.

Did you Fourier transform today?

Wang Hao trumpet.

What did you say in the morning to study hard and make progress every day, I am!

"I won't bother you anymore. You have to compete in a few days, come on!" Ji Yue said, "Hey, by the way, are you familiar with Zhang Guanghang? Let's have a light meal together!"

Oh, woman.

"It's okay, I'm familiar with you." Jiang Feng didn't change his face.

After Ji Yue went out, Jiang Feng continued to chop vegetables, all the cucumbers, all the carrots, all the winter melons, and soon the empty plate next to the chopping board was full, and a hill of vegetables was piled up.

While cutting Jiang Feng, he muttered: "Writing novels, you know how to write novels every day."

"Does Fourier transform know, does Laplace know, does convolution know, do you remember the matrix, can you understand two-dimensional Fourier analysis..."

He took out a thick white radish with a rough skin. It looked like it had been violently cleaned by Comrade Wang Xiulian, and it was cut off with a single knife.

"Heh, spicy chicken." Jiang Feng chuckled.

Jiang Weiguo \u0026 Jiang Weiming watched at the kitchen door for five minutes: ...

"Hey, today's children are no better than we were back then. They haven't suffered so much, and their ability to withstand stress is relatively poor. Let's not push the children too hard." Jiang Weiming sighed.

Jiang Weiguo: ...

"I called the old lady to ask her to take good care of the big flowers."

As he spoke, he sighed and walked out.