Life is a Game

Making cauldron rice is a tiring thing.

Chen Chenfeng Elementary School is a well-known aristocratic school in City A. The number of cooks has remained stable at around 30 per year, but today there are only three. Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi, Liu Qian and Teacher Chen add up to one. The remaining three teachers have to keep more than a dozen small carrots in the back kitchen to avoid disruption. The division of labor is very reasonable.

Guang is dealing with ingredients, which is very troublesome.

多 More than one hundred primary school students, forty or fifty elderly people, dozens of teachers, and dozens of college student volunteers, these four groups have different dietary patterns. Elementary school students are picky eaters, and the elderly should not be stunned. Teachers and volunteers are easy to handle. They have to eat whatever they do.

"I don't see the milk of those elderly people drinking this morning." Liu Qian, who sang the potato skin while humming her own song of "Chinese cabbage, yellow in the ground, small potatoes, and yellow in the skin" suddenly said.

"Should the elderly have a bit of lactose intolerance, it is easy to diarrhea when drinking." Wu Minqi lowered her head and cut the potato shreds. "Wait for me to soak some soybeans and cook soy pork rib soup. I just went to the cold store to see that the ribs were quite fresh."

"I don't like to eat soy beans! I want to drink seaweed egg soup !!" A little loli who was educated by Teacher Zhou to watch her brother and sister quietly make a loud protest.

"I want to drink tomato egg soup!"

"I want to drink, I want to drink seaweed pork rib soup!"

"I want to eat eggs 羹"

"I……"

As soon as this word came out, the little radish heads gathered in response. One thousand readers have one thousand Hamlet, one or two hundred radish heads need one or two hundred soups to drink and four chefs to die.

"What ... what to do?" Liu Qian was attacked by the sound waves of a group of children.

"Every stew." Jiang Fengdao said that it didn't matter. "I just checked it. The kitchenware is complete. There are 9 stoves and 7 stew soups and 2 stir-fry dishes are enough."

"Soy bean rib soup, radish rib soup, kelp rib soup, anchovy tofu soup." Wu Minqi counted the soup to cook.

"I want yam pork rib soup." Liu Qian started ordering without the consciousness of helping the chef.

"Eggmeat soup, Hu spicy soup, with the seaweed egg soup and tomato egg soup made last, almost." Jiang Feng added that he had previously seen the Hu spicy soup in the memory of Jiangwei National Road, and later he himself After pondering for a while, he actually did the same.

"Children like sweet and sour, ancient pineapple meat, fish-flavored shredded pork, and then I'm making poached fish and spicy chicken." Wu Minqi said.

"The elderly must be relatively light. I ’m going to make egg shrimps, stir-fried vegetables, vinegar and shredded potatoes, and fried three shreds. I ’ll make 60 pickled dumplings to remember the hardships." theme.

"9 dishes and 9 soups?" Teacher Chen couldn't believe his ears. "Is there too much for that classmate Jiang, Wu, we're afraid we can't finish it."

"No problem." Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi said in unison.

If the two have anything in common in cooking, I'm afraid it's almost over.

The small stir-fry shop of the Minjiang Feng family has a simple popularity and a large customer flow. Jiang Feng has been helping the kitchen since he was a child. Whether it is washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, or delivering takeaway core essentials, it is fast. Wu Minqi has also been a helper in the back kitchen since she was a child. Starting from Dahe, until now, she will be scolded. From the beginning, her grandfather was the master chef and she was scolded by her father as the master chef. It was almost carved into her bones.

"By the way, Mr. Chen, are there any fresh seasonal vegetables here?" Jiang Feng went to the warehouse to see the green vegetables before.

"Some and some, what about sweet potato seedlings and sweet potato vines, there are off-season sweet potatoes in the back shed." Teacher Chen suggested.

Qijiang Feng: (° Д ° ≡ ° Д °)

What kind of fairy exists in the greenhouse of Chenchenfeng Elementary School, and it actually grows off-season sweet potatoes.

吃 Eat sweet potato vines in December, the price behind this bitter memory is too high.

"Teacher Zhou, please take the children to pick sweet potato vines and sweet potato seedlings!" Said Teacher Chen.

These two teachers Zhou are indeed management talents, and Yiyang Yang took out a dozen small stickers: "Classmates, let's pick sweet potato vines and peel sweet potato peels. After peeling one, put a sticker at the root to see who is the first Good one! "

Anyway, the root is to be cut off with a knife.

The little radish heads were immediately excited, and howled with the teachers.

Next, the two teachers Zhou also handed over the work of washing leeks, kelp, laver, soy beans and egg beats to the young carrots, which greatly reduced Jiang Feng's burden.

The most important thing is that a group of radishes are still working hard, and they are careful and careful.

敏 Wu Minqi is good at Sichuan cuisine, and Jiang Fengshan is home cooking, and the efficiency of the two is not ordinary. One morning, the smell of various dishes was lingering in the kitchen. Among them, the taste of boiled fish boiled in the pot was the most overbearing. Wu Minqi used extremely bold materials and even some freewheeling. She had an amazing chef's Intuition, this undoubtedly makes Jiang Feng very envious.

According to the development of normal logic, Wu Minqi is the protagonist in a gourmet novel. She is young, beautiful, talented, family-renowned, hard-working, hard-working president ... No, she is a woman.

Hey.

Qi Jiangfeng sighed, he didn't want to work hard anymore, begging the game to introduce him to some rich women.

The long iron dish is filled with vegetables that have been boiled and warmed in warm water. You can take out the food only after the boiled fish and dumplings are steamed.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen, there was an emergency." A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes with a very cool head ran into the back kitchen and saw a row of prepared dishes with a good taste. "That Some parents come to school uneasily. "

"Probably, maybe, you need to take care of the rice." Middle-aged man knows that he has lost ground, and his energy is not enough. It ’s cooked in a fixed amount. What do you do if you have a few more parents? Now it ’s 11:30 and we have 20 minutes to eat. "

"This, this situation we did not expect, but those parents, the Han school manager also came, and now it is a meal, we can never ignore it." Teacher Jiang was also sweating anxiously, the top of his head looked cool Very bright.

"I'll go and find out if there is a restaurant near the school where I can bring food temporarily." Teacher Chen Decathlon, helplessly took out his mobile phone, "How many parents have come here?"

"60 people."

"60 people?" Jiang Feng could not help but look back, so coincidentally? !!

"Mr. Chen, don't you need to find a restaurant, don't I have 60 pickled dumplings to remember the bitter sweetness?" Jiang Feng lifted the lid of the steamer, and Liu Qian made hot pickles two days ago. The dumplings are neatly placed in the steamer. "I will take another 60 copies of cucumbers, so that parents can experience the purpose of this volunteer activity."

Min Jiangfeng picked up the kitchen knife, and a cold light flashed from the back of the knife.

I patted cucumber for a long time.

"This." Teacher Jiang hesitated for a moment, feeling it was a good idea, "No one has such a big dough, can you eat it?"

Teacher Jiang also gave a hand gesture: "The parents of the students who come here are mostly fathers."

"Yes, I can. I ate a few more days ago and went to the hospital for gastric lavage." Liu Qian quickly came out and agreed.

Teacher Qi Jiang looked at Liu Qian and felt a little familiar.

"I'm the anchor who ate hot search before. I eat this dumpling and it's delicious!"

Min Jiangfeng: ...

Why is your explanation so proficient.