Life is a Game

Qiu Jiangfeng went to the vegetable market to buy radishes early in the morning, picking and picking 50 to 60 kilograms of various types of radishes, and grinding the stall owner to lend him the third round to go to the store. After radiating the radishes neatly in the warehouse, Jiang Feng sent a WeChat message to Han Guishan asking for the exact time and address for pickled dumplings, and then began to pick the radishes beautifully.

25 dollars, 25 dollars, 35 dollars, 35 dollars ...

哪 Which is the radish of Shuilingling, this is a ticket for Baihuahua!

Qi Jiangfeng believes that as long as he insists on carving radishes every day, and enters one thousand a day, he only needs more than eight years to save more than three million.

Sounds really exciting.

Jiang Jiankang has no opinion on Jiang Feng's business. He plans to do so. He can save a lot of money when Jiang Feng graduates from the university. At that time, he will sell the shop of the healthy cooking restaurant. Already. At that time, the five brothers worked together. Master Jiang and Jiang Feng should also be successful in cooking. Find some small workers and chefs. The Jiang family can not only revive the Taifeng Building, but the five brothers will be able to live in their youth. Happy day eating the dishes cooked by the father every day.

As for the Taifeng Building that the old man said was Jiang Feng's, it was up to him to pay for the decoration. Jiang Jiankang didn't take it seriously.

He is Jiang Feng's Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu manages his son, and Lao Tzu helps his son. Isn't this justified?

As for whether the old man will pump him ...

Qijiang Jiankang said that Lao Tzu was also justified in taking his son.

I waited for Jiang Feng to finish carving the radish flowers and the little yellow man, and Wu Minqi also came to the store to help. Last night, Jiang Jiankang made a lot of Sichuan-made dishes, and there were many more dishes in the shop.

十 Around ten o'clock in the morning, Han Guishan sent the address. At about 7 o'clock this evening, No. 21, Tianfu Garden.

Qiujiang Feng couldn't help but utter a tongue. It was indeed a good-tasting boss. The villa in Area A of Tianfu Garden was worth hundreds of millions.

With Wu Minqi's help in the back kitchen, Jiang Feng basically could n’t touch the pan. She did n’t let go of the boiled pork down to the hot and sour potato shreds, except for Jiang Jiankang ’s specialty dishes, such as Kung Pao chicken, she did n’t dare. Dyeing fingers, almost dominate the entire kitchen.

Qijiang Feng simply studied his own turnip carving business and opened up Pikachu and Kumamoto bears. The price is naturally rising, Pikachu 40, Kumamoto Kuma 45, and the sale is surprisingly good. The radish in the warehouse is reduced by half in a day. Not only that, but girls from the art profession suggested that you can use watermelon peel to add color.

I am indeed a girl of fine arts, and I don't even consider where watermelon peel comes from in the winter.

六 At six o'clock in the evening, Jiang Feng set out on time and took the subway to Tianfu Garden. Coincidentally, Han Guishan ’s grandmother was Li Sanya ’s daughter, and Jiang Weiguo ’s little girl named Xiaohua was told Jiang Feng about the task details.

[Precious memories] The most unforgettable food of Han Guishan is the pickled dumplings made by his grandmother Li Hua as a child. Please make the pickled dumplings that satisfy Han Guishan and can recall the precious memories of his childhood.

Task Tip: Li Hua's pickled dumplings were taught by her mother, Li Sanya, and only need to be restored according to the recipe.

Quest reward: a memory of Han Guishan.

任务 This task is simply too easy for Jiang Feng. The pickled dumpling has no difficulty in making it. He has done this many times and the kneading technique has been greatly improved. Wanting to wish Li Sanya's pickled dumplings was a breeze, not to mention he deliberately brought a can of pickles pickled by Comrade Wang Xiulian himself, and he was confident that he could complete this branch task today.

Qiu Jiangfeng also saw that what Han Guishan said was to carry out the activities of recalling the pains and pains of the employees in batches, and he just wanted to eat pickled dumplings!

I want to eat a pickled dumpling so secretive, and at the expense of this heavy money, Jiang Feng can only sigh that the brain circuit of rich people is different from ordinary people.

The idea of ​​the big brother is that he can't understand the ordinary ordinary citizen like him.

He thought wildly, and Jiang Feng arrived at the gate of Tianfu Garden.

The security guard at the gate of the entrance took the photo, and looked at Jiang Feng repeatedly to confirm that it was not that someone else pretended to put him in. Seeing that Jiang Feng had all the imagination, it felt like he was really trying to commit a wrongdoing.

The area A of Tiantianfu Garden is a single-family villa with a quiet environment and a very high green area. There is also a large gap between the dwellings and they will not interfere with each other. It is fully in line with the publicity slogans in the busy city.

Qijiang Feng lamented that it was good to have money, and found No. 21 according to the navigation.

Han Guishan is waiting for Jiang Feng at home.

Seeing Jiang Feng coming, Han Guishan greeted Jiang Feng with great enthusiasm, introduced him to the kitchen, and introduced the things he prepared.

"Look, classmate Xiaojiang, I don't know what kind of flour you like to use, so I asked people to buy a few more kinds of cornmeal. I don't understand, and flour. I made first-class flour, special second-class flour, standard flour, Ordinary flour, I have bought some high-gluten, medium-gluten, and so on. If you are missing something, I'll ask someone to buy it now. ”Han Guishan pointed at a row of flour bags on the kitchen floor.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

I am too exaggerated. He just makes a simple pickled dumpling, which does not even make noodles.

"Enough is enough, cornmeal is enough." Jiang Feng said, and began to look at the cornmeal prepared by Han Guishan.

"There are also pickles. I bought a dozen kinds of pickles here, Xiaojiang, which one is better for you?" Han Guishan opened the cabinet, and there was a row of jars in it.

"I do n’t need pickles anymore, I brought my own pickles." Jiang Feng took the pickles out of the plastic bag and showed it to Han Guishan, and began to touch the corn flour.

I do n’t know who is the powerful person who bought the ingredients. In the 21st century, I can still buy pure cornmeal, or the retro version of the 1960s and 1970s cornmeal that was crushed together with corn cobs. Coarse grains in whole grains.

Jiang Feng must not use this kind of cornmeal to make pickled dumplings. Although Han Guishan misses the pickled dumplings made by his grandmother, but if it is done so authentically, it will cut his throat, and I ’m afraid Han Guishan ’s beautiful memories will become Terrible memories.

After picking a piece of corn flour with a little flour and a fine texture, Jiang Feng began to knead the dough.

The steps are very simple and proficient, after all, they have been done so many times.

When Han Jiangfeng was making it, Han Guishan was really watching, focusing on it, just like a primary school student listening to a math teacher.

At 7.53, twelve pickled dumplings come out of the pot.

Save money. Han Guishan transferred it to Jiang Feng on WeChat in the morning. Jiang Feng put the pickled dumplings together on the plate and put two large plates on it. He still couldn't help asking, "Hey, Mr. Han, have you had dinner?"

He arrived early today, and arrived around 6.40. When he arrived, Han Guishan was at home. There was no chef, no food on the table, and there was not even a trace of fire in the kitchen. Moreover, such a big villa, Jiang Feng actually only saw Han Guishan, his wife and children were not seen, not even the cleaning aunt.

Qi Jiangfeng thought all this was too weird.

"The chef has a leave during this time. I have eaten in the company cafeteria." Han Guishan said.

Qi Jiangfeng lamented that the big boss was still so close to the people, but he left Han Guishan's house.

Seeing Jiang Feng go out, Han Guishan rushed upstairs and shouted, "Xiao Wang, let someone come down for dinner."

Han Guishan's wife Wang Jing, who has been upstairs, and his son Han Youxin come downstairs. If Jiang Feng is still here, Han Youxin will be recognized as a fat man who stole two bowls of egg custards in the kitchen before.

"Dad, why are you having dinner so late today? I'm starving." Han Youxin jumped downstairs, and when he saw the twelve pickled dumplings on the table, he suddenly felt dumbfounded, yelling and ran back, while yelling "Mom, mom, my dad abused me, he made me lose weight and made me eat grass dumplings!"

"What are you talking about, when did your dad abuse you?" Wang Jing was Han Youxin's wrecked wife. He started from scratch with him at that time, and the noblewoman who has been living for so many years has also developed a noble spirit. After a while, Han Hanxin pulled up and downstairs.

At first glance at the dining table, Wang Jing was stupid.

"Old ... Lao Han, recently ... has nothing happened in the company recently?" Wang Jing considered the words, for fear of stimulating Han Guishan.

It ’s been a day since Han Guishan ’s gods, and he ’s given the chef leave him to stop using it sooner or later, and they are not allowed to come down at night. Could it be that the company suffered a major change and suffered a mental problem?

Bian Wangjing has been working hard to have a child these years. Han Youxin has been throwing his heart on the child after he was born. He has not asked the company for many years.

"What's wrong with the company, who are you talking nonsense? Well, the front-end stock price has gone up a lot." Han Guishan devoted himself to pickled dumplings. "I met a kid yesterday and made the pickles. The dumplings are exactly the same as those made by my grandma. I just invited him to make twelve. You guys aren't going to eat yet. "

"Dad, you are abusing me!" Han Youxin recognized the pickled dumplings made by Jiang Feng, and shouted unconvincedly: "Ming Ming Jiang's brother made spicy soup ~ www.readwn.com ~ potato shreds, shrimp, piglets It ’s even more delicious. You just want him to make grass dumplings, you just abuse me! "

By the way, Han Youxin gave the Peppa Pig, a white radish carved from a hundred oceans, as a snack yesterday.

"What nonsense, how can those things have delicious pickled dumplings, what kind of grass dumplings, this is pickled vegetables, your father and I love to eat this when I was a kid, only eat it in the New Year, don't be blessed in the blessing. "Han Guishan couldn't help but plug a pickled dumpling to Han Youxin." This is a coarse grain. Eating too much is good for your health. Your dad and I can still harm you. After eating, I will confiscate your Alipay balance tomorrow! "

Han Youxin grumbled at the pickled dumplings and murmured unconvincedly, "There is no peculiar piglet yet."

The radish radish is quite delicious.

Wang Jing saw that Han Guishan was homesick, and he missed his grandma who died a while ago. As long as Han Guishan was happy, Wang Jing didn't care what to eat, and picked up a pickled dumpling and took a bite.

The taste is unexpectedly good.

三 Han Guishan's family of three, except for Han Guishan, who ate three pickled dumplings for a large meal, Han Youxin and Wang Jing were very reluctant to eat the next one.

贵 Han Guishan looked at the dumplings on the table, and patted the table, and decided to give the chef a long vacation directly. It was not used at noon. He packed the leftovers and took it to the company. Anyway, Han Youxin ate at school. Han Guishan also asked with concern whether Wang Jing would leave one for her lunch.

"I will have an appointment with my little sister for a face tomorrow." Wang Jing said with a smile.

Wouldn't it be a good time for a few good sisters to go abroad for a week, Wang Jing pondered, not realizing that his son's chubby face was getting more and more wrinkled.

"Wow, I don't want to eat grass dumplings every day!" Han Youxin burst into tears.