Life is a Game

During lunch, Jiang Feng keenly sensed that something was wrong with Wang Hao.

He was so silent that he didn't even fart on Jiang Jiankang's fried rice with pickled vegetables.

How could anyone in this world refuse to succumb to Ji Yue's mother's pickles? !

"Haozi, Haozi." Jiang Feng elbowed Wang Hao with his share of fried rice with pickled vegetables.

During the national day, the store was too busy. The chef who was in charge of cooking today's employees didn't have the heart to cook, and the diners didn't have the heart to eat. It was already a symbol of fatherly love for Jiang Jiankang to cook a pot of pickled vegetables and fried rice for Jiang Feng and the others.

"Ah?" Wang Hao came back to his senses.

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Feng asked, "I'm restless."

"I'm thinking about the plot." Wang Hao looked serious.

"Plot?"

"Brother Feng, let me tell you, look, there is such a dish, when people eat it, all their happiness will be sucked away, leaving only sadness and pain, so people who eat this dish will feel I couldn't help but burst into tears. But this dish itself has a special magic power, just like poppies, knowing that it is poisonous, but I can't help but eat it, so people who eat it will lose weight day by day, describe it as dry, and finally slow down Die slowly."

"The villain tried to rule the world with such a dish, but our protagonist, the villain's friend, discovered his conspiracy, so the game between the two began, and a story about redemption and justice also began from here."

Jiang Feng: ...

"Is this dish called Li Hongzhang Chowder?"

"That's right, eh, no, Brother Feng, I didn't mean that, please don't. Brother Feng, we are so familiar that you will be out of touch if you take this, whoever you two, put down the rolling pin, we have something to discuss, I Just thinking about it, this dish doesn’t have to be called Li Hongzhang’s Chowder, it can be called Liu Hongzhang’s Chowder, no, no, it’s called Chowder. Brother Feng, Brother Feng, don’t..."

"Brother Feng, please spare me!"

"A dog thief looks at the stick!"

Jiang Jiankang, who watched everything: ...

Hey, the older the son is, the more worried he becomes. He is still like a child at this age. He will run to play with his friends before he finishes his meal.

Jiang Jiankang silently picked up the fried rice with pickled vegetables that Jiang Feng had just put down, and decided to help his son finish the meal.

He is such a good father!

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In the next few days, Wang Hao stayed in Box 17 as a temporary waiter. He stood at the door of the box every day to conceive the plot and occasionally served dishes. He lived a very leisurely life until he left. The terrible thought of staying in Brother Feng's restaurant as a waiter. Wang Hao also found out the special dishes of Taifenglou by the way, which laid a solid foundation for eating here in the future.

Jiang Weiming's wife, son, daughter-in-law and grandson all came to Beiping to see him. Jiang Weiming gave him a National Day holiday and asked him to take his family out to have fun. It became a fixed drop Chef during the National Day.

The third elder brother had already been dropped, so Jiang Weiguo naturally couldn't drop it randomly anymore, so he joined the fixed drop team. The diners saw the two head chefs who had not been around all the year round suddenly go online on the ordering system, and they went online every day, their eyes were straightened, and they wished to sleep in Taifeng Building with their futons in their arms.

You say expensive?

We all went to Taifeng Tower to eat, not short of this money!

You said it took a long time to wait?

All we have is time. During the National Day period, there is not much else but time, isn’t it just over an hour? We can afford to wait, even from morning to night!

Even if Jiang Weiming can't cook a few dishes a day, twenty or more, they are all relatively easy dishes that only test skills. For example, you don’t need two minutes from the beginning to the end, and most diners are willing to wait.

If you can't wait until the first day, you can wait until the second day.

During the whole National Day period, the business of Taifeng Building was as hot as the canteens of University A when the school just started—only 3 of the 9 canteens were opened, and 2 of them were terrible, and Taifeng Building was the remaining canteen.

In this regard, Ling Guangzhao, who launched a series of white case dim sum on the first day of the National Day, prepared to make Babaozhai the most dazzling restaurant in Beiping City during the entire National Day, said:

Where is my guest? Where have all my guests gone? Which store robbed me of customers? ? ?

October 7th was the last day of the National Day holiday. The traffic of Taifeng Building increased instead of decreasing. Jiang Weiwei also ended his vacation early and returned to work in the back kitchen.

Jiang Weisheng's wife, son, daughter-in-law and grandson booked a flight for this afternoon, and the four of them decided to have dinner at Taifeng Building at noon today, and be Jiang Weiwei's guests once again.

At the strong request of Jiang Sansheng's grandson, Jiang Pan, Ji Yue arranged for them a table for four that was closest to the dish delivery window. Although Jiang Pan couldn't see Jiang Sanitary in the back kitchen, he could get a glimpse of the back kitchen through this small window.

"Grandma, is grandpa cooking for us inside?" Jiang Pan, who was in elementary school, sat restlessly on a chair, always wanting to run to the small window to see if he could see grandpa inside.

"Grandpa is cooking for others. Let's not eat the dishes made by your grandpa today, but the dishes made by your grandpa's master." Zhang Li pressed Jiang Pan on the chair to prevent him from absconding.

"Mom, this Master Jiang is almost a hundred years old, right? Why is he still cooking?" Jiang Chao, the son of Jiang Weiwei, was a little puzzled.

"Your dad is in his sixties and still ran away from home." Zhang Li sneered.

Jiang Chao: ...

Zhang Li suddenly smiled: "You think your father is so talented, why did Master Jiang accept him as an apprentice? Master Jiang was one of the best chefs in the provincial capital back then. If any foreign guests came over, they would call Master Jiang by name." He is in charge of cooking. If he likes your dad, it means that he really likes cooking."

"But Dad..." Jiang Chao actually came to Beiping this time to persuade Jiang Weiwei to go home. In his opinion, cooking is a hard job. Jiang Weiwei is 63 years old. Why bother to stay away from home? suffer this.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a good time at home? If you want to cook, you can do it at home, and he, his wife, and Panpan can eat more if they work hard.

It's a pity that Jiang Chao didn't find a chance to speak after seeing Jiang Weiwei so happy these days.

He was leaving in the afternoon, and Jiang Chao was going to talk to Jiang Weiwei about it after lunch.

"Are you trying to say that your dad is already old enough to tell him not to mess around?" Zhang Li looked at Jiang Chao. She knew exactly what her son was thinking. Although she usually doesn't like to talk, many things are still clear. of.

"That's not what I mean. The main reason is that Dad doesn't need it. If you want to cook, you can't do it and you have to go to Peiping. It's so tiring to be a chef. It's not easy in summer and winter. The oily smoke is heavy and three meals are not easy. Regularity, I am also worried about his body, how can he be like he was when he was young now when he is old." What Jiang Chao said is not unreasonable.

Zhang Li shook her head: "It's not that you don't know what your dad has been wanting all these years. He followed Master Jiang in the state-run restaurant in the early years. Asxs. I don't know how much higher than the average cook. Later, the state-run The restaurant closed down, Master Jiang found your dad a job as a chef in an ordinary restaurant, although he is a chef, but your dad always wants to go to a big restaurant, even if he can't be a chef, he will be a small worker."

"Your father has no talent, and he is unwilling to be mediocre all his life. He always wants to make some fame so that he can be worthy of the status of Master Jiang's apprentice. I know your father has always had regrets, so he has been messing with this and that all these years. I didn’t say anything, he ran away from home and came to Peiping and I didn’t say anything. At first I thought he would come back when he hit a wall, but I didn’t expect your father to be lucky. This restaurant is opened by Master Jiang and his younger brother. , walked through the back door and stayed."

Zhang Li picked up the water and took a sip: "Since your father has this luck, it is also his fate. He seized the opportunity when it came, so why do you want to let him go back. You have seen it these days, your father Are you tired? Are you in poor health? I think he is very good, even better than those years at home. He just can’t sit still. Anyway, Master Jiang is here, so your grandparents couldn’t let go. He, only Master Jiang can cure him, and your father listens to Master Jiang the most."

"Cub, just relax, I don't worry about your mother, you don't have anything to worry about every day."

Jiang Sansheng's daughter-in-law nodded in agreement.

After Zhang Li said so, Jiang Chao still didn't give up the idea of ​​letting Jiang Weisheng go home, and made up his mind to talk about it with Jiang Weiwei later.

Jiang Pan looked up and listened to grandma and dad talking about a bunch of things that he basically didn't understand. When Zhang Li finished speaking, he couldn't wait to say: "Grandma, grandma, why doesn't grandpa cook for me?"

"Your grandpa's cooking is not as delicious as your grandpa's master's," Zhang Li said.

"Why is grandpa's cooking not as delicious as grandpa's master's?" Jiang Pan was a little puzzled.

"Your grandfather's cooking skills were all taught by your grandfather's master. Of course your grandfather is not as good as his master's cooking skills." Zhang Li said.

"Then grandpa's cooking has always been inferior to grandpa's master?" Jiang Pan continued to ask.

Jiang Chao laughed, and was about to say yes when Zhang Li cut him off.

"That's not necessarily true." Zhang Li poured Jiang Pan a glass of water and let him drink, "You are not as tall as your father now because your father is older than you, and you may grow taller than your father in the future. Your grandfather's master is 99 years old, and your grandfather is only 63 years old. Your grandfather's master is still cooking, cooking more than 30 years more than your grandfather. Maybe when your grandfather is more than 90 years old, your grandfather's chef Art is higher than your grandfather's master."

"Mom, look at what you said, can it be the same?" Jiang Chao smiled.

Zhang Li glanced at him and said, "Why is it different? When you are over 60 years old and still love work like your father, then you can't talk about your father. There will be a long time in the future. Why don't you know your father?" no?"

"I……"

"Grandma, Dad, it's Grandpa!" Jiang Pan interrupted Jiang Chao.

Jiang Weiwei was holding a soup with a strange taste, and put the soup on the serving window. Seeing that Jiang Pan was watching him waving excitedly at him, he also bent down cheerfully and waved at Jiang Pan.

Jiang Jiankang happened to be next to the dish delivery window. When he saw Jiang Weiwei bending over and waving outside, he bent over and took a look, and saw Jiang Pan who was very excited.

"Brother Jiang, this is your grandson, he looks so cute." Jiang Jiankang boasted, and took another look at Jiang Weiwei's strange soup, only to feel that the soup seemed a little different from usual.

"This grandson is different from usual when he comes. Your soup is a little different from usual."

"I think so too. When I made soup today, I was very happy as long as I thought that it was for my wife and them. You said that this person is strange. I didn't think that I cooked for them every day when I was at home every day." How happy I am, I haven't seen cooking for them for a while, and I feel very happy when I sprinkle salt." Jiang Weisheng said cheerfully, "This soup is made differently from the original one. The old saying is really good. Joyful and refreshing.”

"It's the same for me. My dad lived in the country and didn't live with us. It's a pleasure to meet each other during the holidays. The food tastes better than usual!" Jiang Jiankang was deeply touched.

Eat three more bowls of rice cooked by Dad himself than usual!

"Hygienic, bring the marinated chicken here." Jiang Weiming began to call for someone.

"Okay, master!" Jiang Weisheng happily went to work, and before he left, he still lowered his head and waved to Jiang Pan.

The waiter brought the strange soup to Zhang Li's table.

"Strange soup, please use it slowly."

Jiang Chao went up to take a look, and said, "Isn't this Dad's specialty Baiweitang? Why did it change the name to Weiweitang?"

"Baiwei soup is Master Jiang's specialty dish, how dare your father play tricks on him." Zhang Li dismissed Jiang Weiwei without hesitation, and began to help everyone scoop up the soup.

One bowl for the son, one bowl for the daughter-in-law, half a bowl for the grandson, and finally yourself.

"Dad's soup looks much better than before. It seems that Dad's cooking skills have improved a lot during this period." Jiang Weisheng's daughter-in-law boasted.

"What can you tell from just a bowl of soup? Maybe Master Jiang gave him some advice and changed the ingredients so it looks different." Zhang Li said, scooping up a spoonful of soup.

The ingredients in the soup are very rich. There are a lot of seasonal vegetables, as well as shredded and minced meat. Just looking at it makes people feel sincere.

Entrance.

Zhang Li was stunned.

She has been married to Jiang Weiwei for so many years. She has been drinking Jiang Weiwei's soup since he learned about it, until Jiang Weiwei ran away from home some time ago. She knows exactly what Jiang Weiwei's weird soup tastes like.

Not this taste.

Or that's not how it feels.

This strange soup was much stronger than before, and it even looked like Jiang Weiming's Hundred Flavors Soup.

Zhang Li had drunk Jiang Weiming's Hundred Flavor Soup and admired it very much. A bowl of soup has all five flavors, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, and there are no fixed ingredients. It all depends on the chef's collocation and craftsmanship. Life has all kinds of flavors in a bowl of soup, so it is called Baiweitang.

What Jiang Sanwei makes can only be called soup.

Zhang Li finished a bowl of soup carefully, using a spoon to eat every ingredient in it, not even the green onion for garnish. After one bowl is finished, another bowl is needed.

Jiang Chao hadn't had the soup yet, seeing that Zhang Li hadn't enough to drink and wanted to drink another bowl, he hurriedly said, "Mom, this hundred flavors... no, the strange soup has enough ingredients, if you want to drink it, wait until you finish eating it." Otherwise, if you drink two bowls of soup, you won’t be able to eat when the food comes, and you’ll be hungry by mid-afternoon.”

"Try it." Zhang Li said.

"Taste what?"

"Try the soup your dad made, and you'll know it once you taste it."

Jiang Chao picked up the bowl in a daze, took a sip, and was stunned.

His father is enlightened?

His father hasn't learned how to cook for so many years, but now he is 63 years old and retired!

Jiang Chao couldn't believe his tongue, and took another big gulp.

It's different, it's really different, the taste is still the same as before, but the feeling is different.

Jiang Chao doesn't surf the Internet very much, and he didn't listen very carefully when he was in Chinese class. He couldn't even find an adjective for a while, and he didn't know how to say it. He just thought that this bowl of strange soup was delicious.

delicious!

It tastes delicious.

After drinking a bowl, I want to have another bowl.

Before I knew it, I drank a bowl of strange-flavored soup, even the ingredients in it were scooped up with a spoon like when Zhang Li drank it, and I ate it carefully.

"Mom, this bowl of soup..." Jiang Chao didn't know what to say.

"As I said, your dad's luck has come, you son, don't hinder your dad." Zhang Li smiled.

Jiang Chao nodded, and picked up Zhang Li's bowl to help her scoop out the soup.

Zhang Li looked at Jiang Pan, saw that he was playing with the soup with a spoon but refused to drink it, and said, "Pan Pan, drink the soup quickly, the soup your grandfather made today is better than before, you will definitely like it."

The four of Zhang Li didn't leave after eating, they just sat in their seats and waited for Jiang Weisheng to get off work. Their location is not only close to the vegetable delivery window but also close to the door of the back kitchen. Jiang Sansheng can see them at the first sight as soon as he comes out.

Jiang Pan felt drowsy when he was full, and when Jiang Weiwei came out after finishing his work, Jiang Pan was already leaning against Zhang Li's arms, and his little head was dozing off bit by bit.

Jiang Weisheng was sweating all over just after finishing his work. He wanted to talk to Zhang Li and the others but felt that his sweaty body was not good, so he was going to change clothes in the locker room.

"Okay, you have been working as a cook for so many years. When did you not sweat all over your body? I didn't see you pay attention to it before, but now you are paying attention to it. Pan Pan is about to fall asleep, and we have to catch a plane. Xiaochao has something to say to you Say, we should leave after we finish," Zhang Li hugged Jiang Pan and said.

Jiang Sanwei looked at Jiang Chao.

"Dad, that, today's soup is delicious." Jiang Chao said.

Jiang Weiwei immediately beamed with joy: "It's delicious! I also think that my soup today is very good. When I make soup, as long as I think that I made it for you, I will be very happy and my hands will be very smooth."

"We'll see you again on New Year's Day. You should pay more attention to your health here alone, so don't get tired." Jiang Chao said.

"Don't worry, everything is fine with me here, but you, I don't know you if I'm not at home cooking for you..." Jiang Weiwei began to ramble about his old father's words.

Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo stood at the door of the back kitchen, seeing Jiang Weiwei beaming with joy, talking non-stop, smiling helplessly and shaking his head.

"My apprentice, the older I get, the more I look like a child." Jiang Weiming said helplessly.

"Isn't the little bastard in my family the same, especially Jiankang, who yells at Xiao Feng'er every day, and doesn't talk about standards." Jiang Weiguo said, "But I see the strange smell of sanitation today. The soup is a little different from the original one."

"It's different." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

There are five flavors in life, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, and salty. Jiang Weiwei has already penetrated the first taste.

It is also an extremely important taste-sweetness.

If he can understand the two flavors, he can make this hundred flavor soup.