Life is a Game

He Yueru's donkey meat burning restaurant is no different from years ago, and the heating is still not working. When Jiang Feng first stepped into the store, he even suspected that the heating in their house was broken.

The chilly wind poured straight into his neck.

"Boss, three bowls of donkey miscellaneous soup, four on fire." Jiang Feng said, scanning the QR code to pay.

The proprietress, that is, He Yueru's mother, had long forgotten about Jiang Feng's group, and cheerfully scooped up three bowls of donkey soup for Jiang Feng: "Young man, it's not close to the outside heating, so go sit inside, and I'll call you when the fire is ready. "

"OK."

Jiang Feng, Ji Xia, and Wu Minqi walked in with a bowl of donkey soup.

Because it was a working day and after the meal time, there was only one table of customers at the back of the store, a man and a woman, all of them looked fat, and there were no food on the table, but a few pictures spread out, which looked like talking about things.

Because of the long and narrow structure of this shop, it gets warmer the further you go inside, so Jiang Feng and the others walked to the penultimate table and sat down. As soon as they sat down, the three of them drank a mouthful of donkey broth in unison.

Ji Xia also hiccupped by the way.

"Don't drink Xia Xia if you can't drink it, and don't eat it if you can't eat the donkey meat after the fire." Jiang Feng reminded.

Ji Xia felt that he could still save him.

"Let me tell you, the best way is to sell the store next door together, so that the shape and structure will look better. I also asked your parents two days ago, and they really have plans to sell the store next door. According to the current structure, it is very difficult to design a simple, generous and sober design. You see, the two design proposals I gave you earlier will look a little unconventional and unconventional if you want to look good. If you want to be simple and elegant, it will look strange overall, and it does not conform to the style of the donkey meat fire restaurant.”

"The current structure of your store looks like a narrow corridor. It is difficult to make others feel bright and generous. First of all, the light is a problem. And the color, your mother wants white, your father wants yellow, You want green, these three colors cannot be combined, you must make sure, otherwise it will become a colorful black?"

Jiang Feng was happily drinking donkey soup, but while drinking, he felt that the voice of the fat man behind him sounded so much like his dear brother De.

Turning his head, he took a closer look and found that it was indeed Brother De.

Brother De took advantage of his work to come to the donkey meat fire shop to catch fish and steal it.

Wait, how can he use it again?

Jiang Feng patted Brother De on the shoulder: "Brother De."

Jiang Zaide turned his head to see behind him, and saw that Jiang Feng was sitting behind him again. Wu Minqi and Ji Xia were greatly surprised, and He Yueru was also very surprised to see the three of them.

"Little brother, you also come to eat fire, I remember that the store is not open today?" Jiang Zaide asked.

"Go back after eating." Jiang Feng took another big mouthful of donkey soup.

When Jiang Zaide saw Jiang Feng drinking donkey soup, he felt that he had digested all the food he had eaten downstairs in the company an hour ago, and turned his head to He Yueru and said, "Yueru, let's stop for a while, I haven't finished yet. Let's have lunch, and I will continue to discuss the design plan with you after I have something to eat."

He Yueru got up quickly, with an apologetic expression on her face: "Ah, Brother De, you haven't had lunch yet, why didn't you tell me earlier, I'll ask my mother to make some firewood for you and bring it over, do you want donkey broth or donkey offal? Soup? Would you like some more donkey meat, donkey skin, donkey tendons, etc.?"

"Just order whatever you want." Jiang Zaide said with a smile.

"Then I'll get you some of everything." He Yueru ran to the front desk.

After He Yueru left, Jiang Feng asked in a low voice, "Why, the design plan didn't go well?"

"Nothing is going wrong. It's just that Yueru's parents want to sell the store next door. If it is sold, the two sides will have to re-plan. Their house is just a little different in color, and other places are easy to talk about. The design of the houses I took over before was much easier." Jiang Zaide said, "And their donkey meat is delicious, not a loss."

Jiang Feng: ...

Not long after, He Yueru came over with two plates of food, and she also brought the four donkey meat that Jiang Feng ordered together.

Ji Xia ate all the way, but the donkey meat was burnt and he couldn't eat it anymore. Jiang Feng ate three and Wu Minqi ate one. When the three of them finished eating, Jiang Zaide was still eating, got up and said goodbye to Jiang Zaide and He Yueru, and the three left the donkey meat burning place and went back to work in Taifeng Building.

The reporting time stipulated by Taifeng Building is that the lobby staff must arrive and clock in before 9:30 in the morning, and the kitchen staff must clock in before 2:00 noon. It was past two o'clock when Jiang Feng and the others arrived at Taifeng Building. Comrade Wang Xiulian, who was stern and selfless, withheld wages from her own son and future daughter-in-law.

Jiang Feng did not forget to explain to Comrade Wang Xiulian the special situation of the two brothers Dong Shi and Dong Li so that they would be spared the tragic fate of having their wages deducted on the first day of work in the new year.

Because the first day of the new year's opening is only open for half a day, many ingredients that need to be prepared in advance are too late to deal with, such as Ji Xue's Watan Huadiao Chicken, Jiang Feng's Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, Li Hongzhang Chowder, and Jiang Weiming's Pao Pork. Take it off the menu to indicate out of stock.

After a long annual vacation, everyone who returned to work was inevitably a little sloppy. When working, they discussed what they did at home during the Chinese New Year.

Wu Minqi worked as usual during the Chinese New Year, Zhang Guanghang expanded his social life while inquiring about intelligence and put on a Mission: Impossible show, Dong Shi and Dong Li ate, slept, drunk and dreamed in their hometown all day long, Sang Ming was obsessed with mahjong, and Zhang Weiyu ran away from home for the New Year Did not go home.

"Huh? You ran away from home during the Chinese New Year?" Jiang Feng was standing next to Zhang Weiyu cutting vegetables, and was surprised to hear his unique way of celebrating the New Year.

"Yeah, if I don't go to work, I'm going to die in poverty." Zhang Weiyu looked listless, but his hands cut vegetables neatly.

Jiang Feng roughly calculated Zhang Weiyu's salary last year, and was sure that he was scaremongering, but he still couldn't help asking the news: "Why did you run away from home during the Chinese New Year?"

"Forced marriage?" Han Yigu came over curiously with a carrot.

"There are two carrots in your pot that haven't been peeled clean." Jiang Feng pointed to the pot in front of him and directed Han Yigu to rework.

While reworking, Han Yigu still kept turning his head towards Zhang Weiyu.

"It's not a forced marriage. I just graduated from university and my parents forced me to get married." Zhang Weiyu put the shredded carrots on the cutting board into the basin, "For work, they thought I was in a securities company or a place related to finance at first. I went to work, but I couldn’t hide it when I went back during the Chinese New Year. I told them that I was working as a chef here. My dad immediately exploded and told me to resign and go home no matter what.”

"I haven't told them that I'm just a cutie, and I'm not qualified to be a stove cook. Anyway, I didn't go home for the Chinese New Year this year, and I was out of town."

Jiang Feng: "Your parents...are prejudiced against the chef industry?"

Jiang Feng thinks about it and thinks it is reasonable for Zhang Weiyu's parents to be angry. Zhang Weiyu is a top student in the finance department of Kyoto University. He went to Taifeng Building to be a chef, not a stove cook. Think about it this way...

No, Zhang Weiyu's salary was higher than his own, so he didn't lose money!

"It's not prejudice or contempt. He didn't approve of me studying finance from the very beginning. My dad thinks that I would like to stay in Beiping as a cook, so I might as well go home and sell the pot with him." Zhang Weiyu said.

Jiang Feng nodded: "Well, indeed, you might as well go back and fight with your dad... forging iron?!"

"Strike iron?" Jiang Feng couldn't believe his ears repeated it.

"Well, my family's ancestral blacksmithing skills, specializing in iron pots, Zhang Ji iron pots, have you heard of it?" Zhang Weiyu said, "It's quite famous in my family, and the pots made by my father are hard to find."

Jiang Feng: ...

Unexpectedly, the blacksmithing skill in Zhang Weiyu's skill column in the employee attributes is actually this blacksmithing skill.

"Is the iron pot your father made useful?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It should be very easy to use. It's evenly heated or something. Anyway, it's better than the ones sold on the market." Zhang Weiyu said, "Many restaurant chefs over there have come to my dad to buy pots."

Jiang Feng's heart was moved.

I don't know why the heartbeat, maybe it's the instinct of the cook. Just like Jiang Jiankang's heart is moved when he sees a kitchen knife, Ji Yue's heart is moved when he sees a new dress, Ji Xia's heart is moved when he sees meat, and Wu Minqi's heart is moved when he sees high-quality fresh ingredients.

All in all one word: buy it!

"Well, your dad, no, I mean uncle, are you busy recently?" Jiang Feng smiled.

"Brother Feng, these carrots are ready." Han Yigu walked towards Jiang Feng with a basin in his hand.

"Then go and see if the potatoes are finished peeling." Jiang Feng looked at Zhang Weiyu with an expectant expression, "If you're not busy, can you make a batch of pots for me?"

"I've heard before that iron pots handmade by skilled masters are much better than those sold in the world. You see, is this true? After all, opportunities are rare, and father and son can't have an overnight feud."

"Get in touch!"

Zhang Weiyu: ...