Life is a Game

Chapter 3: Cucumber

I found a way to get experience points, Jiang Feng started to be a little bit excited about the position of the chef.

He Naihe's kitchen is the site of Comrade Jiang Jiankang. He is the king of the kitchen. He is as small as a paring knife, boning knife, fruit knife, as large as an iron pan, chopping board, and gas stove. The likelihood of Jiang Feng trying to rebel under his nose is almost zero.

For a whole day, Jiang Feng only found a chance to go to the kitchen and cook a bowl of seaweed egg soup. This is still when Comrade Jiang Jiankang is too busy, otherwise Jiang Feng won't even be able to get it.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the shop was closed. Jiang Jiankang and Comrade Wang Xiulian packed the kitchen and blasted Jiang Feng home as usual.

Before leaving, Jiang Feng ran away two cucumbers from the back kitchen.

Taking a plate of cucumbers regularly, this adjective is too mediocre. Jiang Feng felt that he had photographed cucumbers for Chen Xiuxiu since he was a child and practiced this dish for decades. This evaluation must have at least all the colors and fragrances, nothing like that.

秀 Chen Xiuxiu once ate the cucumber, enough to destroy the cucumber family in an orchard.

When I returned home, Jiang Feng stood in the kitchen and carefully looked at the two cucumbers that came from Wang Xiulian.

He was fat, thin, tall and short, with a rough surface, and the yellow-green epidermis was covered with bruises from Comrade Wang Xiulian's violent cleaning.

How to shoot cucumber ...

Jiang once smashed countless cucumbers, and Jiang Feng, who had seen all the fat and thin, had fallen into confusion.

How can you shoot cucumber? Is it like martial arts novels, anger Shen Dantian, explore the internal structure of the cucumber with real qi, take out the legendary kitchen knife, apply a bit of force, and rotate the knife back when shooting ...

I forget, he can't make it up.

Take out the kitchen knife, put the cucumber on the chopping board, and pop.

There is no fresh fragrance, no attractive color, and no light.

Cucumbers are still cucumbers, but they were just crushed.

Pour the vinegar, drip the pepper oil, and pat the cucumber on two plates.

The vinegar was brewed by the old Comrade Jiang Weiguo himself, and the pepper oil was made by Comrade Jiang Jiankang himself.

[A plain cucumber]

[Cucumber with too much vinegar]

Min Jiangfeng: ...

Although I don't know why I can see the notes at home, these two notes are obviously very unpleasant.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Feng knocked on the door next door while holding a plate of vinegar patted cucumber.

Five minutes ago, Comrade Wang Xiulian, who came back after cooking, strongly condemned Jiang Feng ’s waste of food in the evening to shoot cucumbers. He discreetly consumed the plate of ordinary cucumbers and ordered Jiang Feng to take another The plate was sent to Chen Xiuxiu next door to eat.

"Isn't Xiu Xiu's favorite cucumber eater? When you were a kid, you took that cucumber and put so much vinegar and she ate it cleanly!"

Qiu Jiangfeng suspected that with Comrade Wang Xiulian's loud voice, Chen Xiuxiu next door had heard it clearly.

When Chen Xiuxiu opened the door, he saw Jiang Feng holding a plate of cucumbers and it was a bit frightened.

"Eat?" The phrase has appeared in countless conversations between them.

吃 "Eat." Chen Xiuxiu said subconsciously.

督 Chendu Xiu is not at home, but this is also a common occurrence. Starting from Jiang Feng's memory, he has been on a business trip for three days and two ends.

Minjiang Feng patted cucumbers and put them on the dining table. There was a bowl of cold porridge in the fly-proof cover on the table, without side dishes.

And it's a bad bowl, it looks like a goo, it seems that there is a bit of burnt porridge.

Minjiang Feng frowned, and asked, "Did you have dinner?"

"I can't eat it." Chen Xiuxiu looked bored.

Looking at her appearance, Jiang Feng went straight into the kitchen without saying a word.

Wu and Jiang's kitchen can be compared to the hotel's back kitchen, Chen Xiuxiu's kitchen is much simpler. The two kitchen knives and the cutting board were slightly damp and cracked. One pot, one salt pot, and a small pot of oil could not find any other spices.

"You want to cook?" Chen Xiuxiu didn't stop him and smiled ironically. "My family has nothing, only a pot of rice and a meal replacement powder."

Sure enough, open the refrigerator, except for beer inside.

"Oh, yes, and the old man's beer." Chen Xiuxiu looked at him. "Your ingredients should be all in the shop. I'm going to eat and warm this bowl of porridge."

This sentence from Chen Xiuxiu's mouth was enough to shock all the stall owners who had been to her.

Yun Yi's mouth, which had been fed by Comrade Jiang Jiankang from an early age, how could Chen Xiuxiu eat a bowl of thick, sticky rice porridge.

"I'll cook a white porridge for you." Jiang Feng also knew that cooking was impossible, and set his sights on the only rice in the kitchen that could be eaten.

秀 Chen Xiuxiu sat in a chair and watched Jiang Feng congee quietly.

The Qijiang family did not like to drink porridge, and they would not drink white porridge. At least it was shrimp porridge. Beef porridge is a kind of wonderful porridge that people can feel the meat. The dull white porridge is unlikely to appear on the Jiang family's dining table.

The key to making porridge is to grasp the ratio of rice to water, grasp the timing of the transition of the heat, and stir well to make the rice grains full and crispy.

Of course, none of these Jiang Feng can do it.

He can only make a bowl of insipid white porridge that makes people feel that they can still drink it and not die.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, have we?" Chen Xiuxiu said suddenly.

"Well, almost a year. We haven't seen each other since you went to college." Jiang Feng thought about it carefully.

"Did you almost see me at noon today? I turned out to be fat ... infertile, just like a meat ball." Chen Xiuxiu said, glancing at his arm.

"You weren't fat," Jiang Feng said as he stirred the pan, "Just as far as my parents are concerned, you're not fat at all."

The definition of the obese family by the Qijiang family is that if it is less than 200 pounds, it is not considered obese, it can only be regarded as strong.

Chen Xiuxiu smiled a little: "Also, only you don't treat me as a fat man."

"Dieting to lose weight hurts the body, this is what you said ~ www.readwn.com ~ Jiang Feng said.

Every time after high school, Chen Xiuxiu went to eat at Jiang Feng ’s small shop, always smiling while eating meat. He said, "I also know that eating too much meat makes me fat, but I eat so much, and dieting and hurting my body hurts me a lot. ! "

"I know."

"I also wanted to exercise and lose weight at the beginning, but it was really too difficult. You can't imagine how difficult it is for a 170-pound fat man to run around the track and field. It's as simple as dieting. As long as I buy an emetic, I spit and lose weight . "

"No longer need to go to a specific clothing store to buy clothes, and no one will look at me with a strange look on the road. Later, I will not even use emetics, and I will naturally vomit when I see greasy and greasy."

Jiang Feng has no way to make speeches. The Jiang family has never lacked fat people, and they are all fat people with big waists and rounds. They can play ten fat people, and no one will open their eyes and say rumors, and no one will look at the street with weird eyes. , More is the big man looking at the cross in front of him hiding away.

Qiu Jiangfeng can only congee silently.

Soon, a pot of plain white porridge was cooked.

[A bowl of white porridge]

This is the game's highest compliment to Jiang Feng's current dishes.

I brought the white porridge to Chen Xiuxiu, and Chen Xiuxiu's face was full of rejections.

She doesn't want to eat anything, she is willing to never eat anything again.

But she can't refuse Jiang Feng's kindness.

The white porridge was still hot, and Chen Xiuxiu picked up the chopsticks and clamped the smallest cucumber.

"Gada."

"Ding, get 10 experience points."

"It's delicious." Chen Xiuxiu whispered.

Minjiang Feng :? ? ?