Life is a Game

Wu Minqi is actually very good at congee.

She boiled millet porridge, one of the signature dishes of Wujia Restaurant. The ingredients are simple, precise, soft and glutinous, and the mouth is smooth. She can restore the original flavor of the original food and show the characteristics of the ingredients. She can even confidently say that , The level of boiled millet porridge can be compared to a master who has worked hard for 20-30 years on porridge technology.

But this has a premise.

She has to stare.

She must be on the side, adjust the heat according to the degree of porridge cooking, and judge whether it should be stirred based on the scent it emits, and when and how much heat should be added, you need to have a precise grasp. For her, boiling a pot of millet porridge is no easier than burning a day of cooking.

But Jiang Feng is not like that.

She saw with her own eyes that Jiang Feng had been doing other things. She only went to the pan three times from beginning to end, and looked at the child for the first time, added the sweet potatoes for the second time, and stirred and turned off the fire for the third time.

It's as simple as that, but it can make a pot of sweet potato porridge so excellent that can't be faulted.

Wu Minqi stared straight at the sweet potato porridge, but her body trembled with excitement.

This feeling is like, the lone swordsman swordsman finally found his long-awaited enemy.

"Minqi, your porridge-making skills are as good as the president!" Liu Qian sighed, shirring herself a bowl before avoiding Shao.

It was full, covered with large pieces of sweet potatoes.

"Sweet potato porridge was not cooked by me, it was boiled by the president." Wu Minqi never contributed, watching Liu Qian show a look like this, and a little curious, "Have you ever drank the porridge?"

"Drinked. The first few days after their restaurant was opened, the chairman's boiled porridge was delivered for free. The president's preserved egg and lean meat porridge is good! The taste, the fragrance, is absolutely incredible! Special It ’s soft, how do you say that, it ’s smooth and delicious? No, it ’s fragrant ... it ’s so delicious! ”Liu Qian could n’t think of a word to describe Jiang Feng ’s lean egg congee, but her expressive expression had already been told Wu Minqi missed the bowl of porridge.

"Why isn't he boiled now?" Wu Minqi took the iron spoon back from Liu Qian's hand and started to divide the porridge, asking smoothly.

"The chairman went to study the soup later, and the soup he cooked was really unpalatable! Adding ingredients indiscriminately, adding everything, all kinds of mushrooms are not the same every day, and now I do n’t cook soup or congee. "Liu Qian sighed." Actually, the chairman's cooking is very good. I don't disapprove him, but his dad and his grandfather's cooking is obviously better. We go to eat every day like the lottery lottery, you say he How good it is to continue to porridge. "

"Of course you have to learn constantly to be a chef." Wu Minqi still agrees with Jiang Feng's behavior.

The two chatted a few more words. There was always a lot of talk between fellow college fellows in the field, not to mention the same high school. In the conversation, porridge and custard were divided, and each person had a bottle of hot milk.

Others can accept it, the classmates who have been assigned to move and clean are already hungry.

I was called early in the morning, and then I was doing physical work, and everyone was hungry.

Then they felt cold when they saw breakfast.

Scoop a bowl of sweet potatoes or pumpkin porridge, a bottle of 245 ml of a certain brand of hot milk, and a small bowl of scooped eggs with a bowl of eggs.

The female classmate who accompany the lonely old man speaking is okay. After working for more than an hour, the male classmate who had a big appetite is heartbroken.

"All of you, wait for the noodles, please raise your hands if you want noodles." Liu Qian shouted.

Brush brush brush brush, almost all the male students raised their hands, and some teachers are even more neat than primary school students raised their hands to answer questions.

"Fortunately, there is noodles, otherwise you must starve to death this morning, alas, your kid actually brought bread!" The student union officer who was arrested as a young man saw his colleagues sitting beside him calmly took four out of his pocket. The eyes of each bun were straight, "Come here, give me one!"

"Isn't there noodles? You can just eat more noodles." The brotherhood of plastic makes colleagues reluctant to share their treasured bread.

"The guy who ordered someone is blind. Jiang Feng can cook, even if Liu Qian is a foodie, and another girl Bacheng is not likely. Jiang Feng's meals are probably made by one person alone. It ’s better to order two people from the housekeeping club. After a group of elementary school students make trouble, the noodles can be eaten. ”The student union officer made a reasonable analysis.

"One for me, you all have four, and I will starve to death when I wait to move things," the student union officer pleaded.

His colleagues hesitated for a moment, attracted by a large piece of sweet potato on his bowl of sweet potato porridge, orange and red, and there was appetite just to look at it.

"Divide you one, sweet potato porridge."

"Okay!" The student union officer was very refreshing. He had no interest in porridge and pushed the bowl in front of his colleagues.

My colleague picked up the sweet potatoes with chopsticks.

My colleague scooped a large spoonful of porridge.

My colleagues simmered another spoonful of porridge.

My colleagues simmered a spoonful of porridge again.

My colleagues simmered a spoonful of porridge again.

My colleague doubled up a spoonful of porridge again ~ www.readwn.com ~ The bowl is empty.

"Ahem." My colleague wiped his mouth a bit awkwardly. He just thought that the sweet potato looked delicious. After tasting the sweet potato, he thought that the porridge should be good. After taking a sip, I thought I would take another sip, and then everything Irreparable has become the situation now.

那个 "Well, I accidentally drank it. I'll give you two more loaves." My colleagues tried to remedy it.

行 "Okay, sweet potato congee is so delicious?" The student union officer took the bread with great care and didn't know what he missed.

"OK, I like to drink sweet potato porridge." My colleague looked straight.

I waited for everyone to finish eating, and Jiang Feng and the helping teacher came out with a bucket of noodles and a bucket of noodle soup.

He had previously contacted Wu Minqi on her mobile phone and asked her to divide the bowl and seasonings. After he came over, he would directly divide the noodles.

怎么 说 What did the noodles say this time?

I feel like I can eat it, but the poison is not fatal, it is a bit thick, a bit rough, it has been broken many times, the shape is not regular, and the taste is not estimated.

I can eat!

The ravioli noodles are distributed to everyone's hands, and everyone starts to gobble while holding the bowl, as if the bowl is filled with peerless treasures.

Especially those who share sweet potato porridge, sweet potato porridge becomes hungry after appetizing.

Qi Jiangfeng was shocked to see this scene.

Do n’t you ...

His noodles are actually very good. His real talent is in the white case. He has been going the wrong way all these years. Is he actually an undiscovered culinary genius?

"I made ... Is it really so delicious?" Jiang Feng couldn't help asking.

Wu Minqi, who took a sip and put the bowl down silently, said very uprightly, "It's them hungry."

Min Jiangfeng: ...

Oh.