Life is a Game

Jiang Feng worked in the kitchen all afternoon, watched Jiang Huiqin's cooking video three or four times, replaced the ingredients with good ones, enriched the seasoning, and made the clear soup with willow-leaf jellyfish according to Jiang Huiqin's original steps.

Looking at the f-level improvement rating given by the game, Jiang Feng looked at the dishes in front of him with a complicated face.

The plate was beautifully arranged, and he added a few vegetable leaves for rich colors.

just taste...

It is worthy of the F-level evaluation given by the game.

Mushroom soup, quail eggs, white fungus, and luncheon meat are a match of death!

Jiang Huiqin's culinary skills were considered superb if she could give this death match an e-level evaluation.

Jiang Feng silently poured the failed product in front of him into the swill bucket.

He is not a very talented cook, and the food tasting rating given to him by the game is only elementary. Comments are just to fool laymen.

It's like the kind of genius Jiang Feng written in the novel who is born with a very sensitive sense of taste. He can tell whether the ingredients are fresh or not at a glance. I have never heard of it.

He didn't believe that there were such people in the world.

As a cook, there are too few people who are born with this bowl of rice.

Jiang Feng couldn't figure it out by himself, so he went to ask Jiang Jiankang for advice.

"Mushroom heads, white fungus, quail eggs, luncheon meat?" Jiang Jiankang frowned every time he mentioned an ingredient. Learn to make those innovative dishes online."

Apparently, the fear of yesterday's pure meat wontons still lingers.

Jiang Feng: ...

Dad, you have to tell your great aunt about this...

Under Jiang Feng's hard work, Jiang Jiankang finally compromised. He left a sentence of "I'll do some research," and then slipped into the back kitchen to chop vegetables.

Jiang Feng went back to the dormitory to change clothes.

He will have a dinner party later.

It was the first dinner of the Xiangqi Club this semester, and it was also the most formal, largest, and hugely expensive dinner of the Xiangqi Club in the past four years!

Jiang Feng vaguely remembered that last year's dinner party was to scrape together the rest of the funds. Ji Yue also contributed his treasured butter hot pot base and a pot hidden in the dormitory, and bought a bunch of noodles, vermicelli, rice cakes, vegetables, and enoki mushrooms. , one fish ball per person is no more. Eight people ran to the classroom to steal electricity, and gathered together for a delicious meal like thieves.

This year is different, this year the Chess Club not only has more than 30 members, but also has dinner in restaurants!

It is simply an unprecedented breakthrough in the history of the chess club. You must know that Ji Yue has never enjoyed the treatment of a restaurant dinner in the past three years since he was the president of the chess club.

For this reason, Ji Yue deliberately asked for leave to participate in the dinner at her own expense.

This is really hard for Wang Hao, he is the only one helping in the shop today.

Thirty or so people almost covered a bus in such a mighty manner.

The place for the dinner is a self-service barbecue shabu-shabu not far from the school. It costs 69 yuan per person, and you can get a 15% discount with a student ID card, which is very affordable. Because of the large number of people, Jiang Feng reserved all the seats in advance. There were two rows, one row of four tables and one row of five tables. They were all put together so that it was convenient for everyone to chat while eating.

Although the ingredients are not very fresh, it looks like spliced ​​meat and frozen meat at first glance, but it has a rich variety, and it can be cooked directly without barbecue, and because of the small shabu-shabu, the seasoning is very rich, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, garlic, minced pepper, and various colors The dipping sauce is what it should be.

Jiang Feng sat at a table with Ji Yue, Liu Qian, Liu Zixuan, and Wu Minqi, the future hope of Liu Qian's hometown chess club.

Liu Qian came back with two large plates of cooked food, sat down, pointed her phone at herself, and started talking to the camera: "Hello everyone, I'm Qianqian, today is our club dinner, and we're having a barbecue buffet. This..."

"Live broadcast?" Jiang Feng came back with a plate of meat to be grilled, and saw Liu Qian talking into the phone.

"I've been doing it for a week or two. Didn't you see the mobile phone in front of me when I was eating every day?" Ji Yue put the chicken wings on the barbecue paper with a look of no surprise.

Jiang Feng: ...

He thought Liu Qian was watching a TV series.

"Grease, how can you bake without oiling?" Jiang Feng reminded.

"Their home's oil is not good." Ji Yue sandwiched the fat pork belly on the plate next to the chicken wings, "The oil made from roasted pork belly is delicious!"

Jiang Feng: ...

"Their chicken wings are marinated, which is very delicious. The mutton has no mutton flavor, and the tenderloin is so-so. By the way, their finger rice cake is also delicious, and it is especially chewy when it is cooked in a shabu-shabu. Hey, Qianqian , why don't you bake something?" Ji Yue was familiar with the ingredients of this restaurant, seeing that Liu Qian only ate braised duck collarbone, and the other plate was dim sum, she couldn't help asking.

"I don't know how to bake. It turns out that when I go to eat a self-service barbecue with others, it's either undercooked or burnt. It doesn't taste good after roasting. I'll just eat the shabu-shabu after the pot is opened." Liu Qian said.

"Liu Qian, where are you doing the live broadcast? I'll pay attention to you." Jiang Feng felt that since he was a member of the club doing the live broadcast, as the president, he should also give a little help.

"A certain point of live broadcast, my live broadcast name is a big food and drink daily." Jiang Feng came to pay attention, and Liu Qian was naturally happy.

Jiang Feng downloaded the live broadcast software, clicked into Liu Qian's live broadcast room, and what caught his eye was her prominent nostrils.

Only 47 people were watching, including Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng: ...

This kind of honey live broadcast angle, the other 46 people can be regarded as true love.

The live broadcast room was also very deserted, and no one spoke. Liu Qian is also very Buddhist, except that when the live broadcast started, she said a few words and started eating wholeheartedly. Regardless of whether the live broadcast was on or whether she said a few words to Ji Yue, she seemed to have forgotten what she was doing live.

Jiang Feng clicked Follow and silently exited the live broadcast room and began to concentrate on barbecue.

Ji Yue is a veteran of barbecue, she only picks marinated fish and meat, and the pork belly is sizzling with oil, it looks really appetizing. Liu Qian stared at the chicken wings eagerly, Ji Yue baked 4 at a time, and shared one with each of them.

As a person who can't even cook, Ji Yue's chicken wings have been roasted very successfully.

"Senior Ji Yue, you are amazing!" Liu Qian looked at her with admiration as a poor barbecue household.

As soon as the wings and pork belly were out, the grill pan emptied.

Liu Zixuan put the Flammulina velutipes he took into the baking tray, and while roasting, he boasted: "It's not me bragging, my Flammulina velutipes tastes really good in the test, and it's not bad compared to Brother Feng's craftsmanship."

While talking, sprinkle the cumin and chili powder in the jar on the enoki mushrooms.

As a result, because the jar hadn't been cleaned for a long time, the holes were all blocked, and not a single grain was spilled out after being sprinkled for a long time. Liu Zixuan became anxious, took the jar to the edge of the table, knocked it hard, and threw it away.

There is a large group of red chili powder on the tender and white enoki mushroom.

After a suffocating operation, Liu Zixuan overturned the car without any surprise.

The enoki mushrooms were spicy, salty and burnt.

The baking paper was also burnt by him.

Ji Yue went to bring back half a plate of finger rice cakes, and was going to put the rice cakes in after the last pot of meatballs was cooked.

"Hey, I really want to eat spicy fried rice cakes." Liu Qian looked at the finger rice cakes on the plate and sighed, "The school's spicy rice cakes are terrible. It's not spicy or salty, and the restaurant at the president's house doesn't sell it."

His tone was full of resentment.

Looking at the newly changed baking paper, Jiang Feng's heart moved.

"Do you want me to cook it for you?"

The seasonings in this store are more than enough to make a spicy fried rice cake.