Life is a Game

After drinking and filling, everyone was contentedly lying on the chair, half touching the stomach, even Chen Xiuxiu was no exception.

The eight dishes and one soup on the ravioli table were swept clean, there was no soup left, and the dishes were as clean as licked.

Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang wouldn't mind licking the plate if they were not afraid that the old man would get angry.

With Jiang Weiguo getting older these years, although the body is still healthy, but the physical strength is not as good as before. A hearty meal like this may not be even in the New Year.

Qi Jiang Jiandang looked at the empty dinner plate on the table, and then thought about his unwieldy son who could only eat without half of his cooking talent, and suddenly felt that he hated iron and steel.

I was admitted to the high-speed rail of the Imperial Medical University, and Jiang Shouzhen sneezed and rubbed his nose. The air conditioner on the high-speed rail was too much.

"In the future, the party will go to the morning market to buy food every morning, buy fresh and natural, don't put those pesticides and hormones in front of me." After Chen Duxiu and Chen Xiuxiu left, Jiang Weiguo began to order every day Task.

Minjiang Jiandang nodded again and again, the quality of the ingredients directly affects the taste of the dishes.

"Xiao Feng followed me every day to learn how to cook. I learned the heat. How can I inherit your dad's restaurant after the basic skills fail? What kind of stuff did you cook this morning?" Jiang Weiguo was obviously not satisfied with Jiang Feng's morning porridge "When I was a kid, I learned to cook, and I ran away just after finishing the knifework, saying that learning is important. What a fart! Learning is important, what is the photoelectric information specialty that you can read? It ’s better to be a chef."

"Your grandfather was a chef at Taifeng House, so as much as a government official could not get a meal for a lot of money." The old man was obviously worried about Jiang Feng's refusal to learn to cook for reasons of learning.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

He really loved learning that year!

If you do n’t study, you have to hang the sandbags, cut potatoes, cucumbers, and tofu, cut into a hand and rub some medicine to get a pack of gauze, and then cut it. Do you say he loves learning?

"Dad, what about me?" Jiang Jiankang waited anxiously for his dad to assign tasks to himself.

"Don't you do business?" Jiang Weiguo glanced at Jiang Jiankang.

就是 "That is, you haven't done your business?" Comrade Wang Xiulian echoed Jiang Jiankang by the way, and then smiled at Jiang Jianguo's father. "Dad, I can help wash the vegetables. I wash them every day, and they are clean."

I can eat the freshly cooked vegetables cooked by the father when I wash the vegetables at home. This sale is not cost-effective.

Qijiang Jiankang: ...

Grandpa nodded slightly, agreeing.

Grandpa 身 was together, Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli started to pick up the chopsticks at the same time, and said in unison: "I'll wash the dishes!"

I never cared about such a trivial matter. I went to the kitchen and took out the chopping board and the kitchen knife. I picked out a few from a large bag of potatoes and radishes bought by Jiang Jiankang and put them in front of Jiang Feng.

"Cut the potato hob and slice the radish, let me see if your knife is dead." Jiang Weiguo said.

Qijiang Feng's knifework is naturally deserted a lot.

In the scolding sound of Jiang Weiguo's father, Jiang Feng regained his childhood with potatoes, radishes and cucumbers.

In the evening, Jiang Weiguo picked some potato and radish slices that could barely catch the eye and fried a few dishes, and the rest was sent to the store for Jiang Jiankang to sell to the guests.

For a while, healthy snacks on potato and radish stir-fried rice bowls are on sale every day.

Qijiang Feng felt that he was a small chef who cut vegetables in the hotel's back kitchen. Every day he took a kitchen knife to "Dangdang Dangdang" on the chopping board and then fortunately cut out the dishes that were even rejected by the chef.

Thankfully, Jiang Feng has progressed from cutting vegetables to cutting meat.

Everyone finally does not need to eat meat-fried potatoes, meat-fried radishes, and cucumbers every day.

To celebrate Jiang Feng's successful completion of a complete chicken, Jiang Weiguo decided to use this farm chicken, which had been tortured during the deboning process, to make a deboned chicken.

"You can touch the pot tomorrow." Jiang Weiguo announced at the dinner table.

Jiang Feng, who spent more than ten days regaining his knife, wept with joy.

During this time, Chen Xiuxiu was embarrassed to come to eat rice every day from the beginning, and became uninvited until the meal, and then came to fight with Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli one or two hours in advance every day. It was completely impossible to see that she had previously dieted and lost weight. Not eating.

The two fancy the same chicken at the same time.

枫 When chopsticks met, Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh, this day finally came.

It is a piece of chicken that is evenly sugared, fried to golden brown, crispy on the inside and tender on the inside, and sells very well.

"Don't you lose weight? The boneless chicken is too high in calories for you." Jiang Feng advised.

"Xiu Xiu still uses weight loss?" Jiang Shou, who was struggling hard, suddenly looked up, his face full of shock.

"You can't stop your mouth from eating!" Jiang Weiguo scolded.

Minjiang Shouxuan immediately lowered his head and continued to eat chicken, obeying his grandfather's instructions to block his mouth with food.

"If you do n’t have enough to eat, you have the strength to lose weight." Chen Xiuxiu relied on UW's reading www.uukanshu.com to turn her wrist flexibly with a dozen turns of chopsticks and opened Jiang Feng ’s chopsticks. Intraday.

"Ding, complete the side missions: [Neighbor's Wish], get mission rewards porridge (intermediate)."

These Tianjiang Feng's vegetables are chopped with spirits, and he almost forgets that he still has the task of tasks.

秀 One year ago, Chen Xiuxiu is back!

Looking at the grilled chicken in Chen Xiuxiu's bowl, Jiang Feng did not know whether it was joy or sadness.

"You start with scrambled eggs in the afternoon." The old man began to assign learning tasks to Jiang Feng.

"Grandpa, why don't I cook a porridge for you in the afternoon?" Jiang Feng tried to bargain and use his superb porridge (intermediate) skills to conquer the grandfather.

"Porridge porridge, why did our Jiang family come up with something like your porridge?" The old man became more temperamental during this time, "The knives you practiced for so many years when you were a kid just cooked porridge now."

Qiu Jiangfeng was stunned and had nothing to say.

Xu Jiangfeng guessed that the old man regretted it, and ran up to teach his cooking skills and found that he was still a bitch.

I want to make a dish that is approved by my father.

Unless he is too grandpa!

After eating, Wang Xiulian, Li Mingli, and Chen Xiuxiu rushed to wash the dishes as usual. Jiang Shouyu was directed by the old man to go to the store to help. Jiang Feng picked up a kitchen knife and continued to "Dangdang Dangdang".

In the afternoon, you have to cut the ingredients for cooking.

I didn't even take a look at what porridge (intermediate) was, and I would hear an angry roar from the old man when I cut it wrong.

"Jiang Feng, you didn't eat at noon! Vegetables don't cut well!"

At this time, Chen Xiuxiu will take a cucumber and watch it lively.

Relentless.

Hehe, woman.