Life is a Game

Because I didn't know where to offend the old man, Jiang Jiandang and Jiang Jiankang didn't dare to say a word, and carefully put the freshly caught fatty fish into the basin and wanted to slip.

Qiu Jiang Weiguo was blind and deaf. How could he not notice that two more than 200 kilograms of sons entered the kitchen, one turned around and caught one right?

"What are you doing?" The old man asked.

In the opinion of Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang, they just felt insulted. Jiang Jiandang carefully said, "My third brother and I just sent the fish."

A fish of nearly 30 pounds of fat-headed fish, fluttering a small short tail and struggling in a waterless basin, crackling into an iron basin. I do n’t know how long it took to hide under the fish pond for such a big fat-headed fish. I have been stolen for so many years. Today, I was unfortunately caught ashore by the two brothers.

Qijiang Jiankang drooled just looking at it.

He can't eat spicy, it doesn't matter. Spicy dishes are divided into delicious spicy dishes and unpleasant spicy dishes. The delicious Jiang Jiankang can also eat hard.

What kind of person is Oujiang Weiming?

The old man often used to hang on his lips is that I and my six brothers are not even a fart. The cooking of the old man is beyond the reach of Jiang Jiankang's brothers.

The legendary Sanbo is now alive, how can the craft be worse?

Qijiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang were looking forward to the fish head of chopped peppers at noon.

I saw that the appearance of this fat-headed fish was really good. The old man's expression eased a little, and said, "San Brother, I will make a fish-head tofu soup for you at noon. We are so old that we can't get rid of our filial piety."

Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang: !!! ∑ (° Д ° ノ) ノ

"Is there an opinion?" The old man asked.

"No opinion, no opinion." The two responded in unison, quickly slipping away.

Grandpa went to fish, and the lively fat-headed fish quickly became another ghost under the sword of the grandfather. Because Jiang Feng's practice volume was a bit large in the morning, the old man wouldn't let him help him, let him go and call Jiang Jiankang to fight.

Yongjiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang were standing in front of the pigpen and chatting.

"Brother, when I was just fishing, there was a big guy below, definitely a fat fish, or grass carp," Jiang Jiankang analyzed.

"I also saw that tomorrow we will go fishing again, we will make the fish head with chopped peppers, and the grass carp can also make boiled fish. My dad cooks everything well, but he won't make spicy dishes." Jiang Jiandang echoed Road.

"Spicy dishes can be eaten once in a while. Isn't Dasao still sending them in the group two days ago? Long-term eating spicy dishes is not good for the stomach and intestines." Jiang Jiankang said, seeing Jiang Feng walking towards them, "Son, why are you out? . "

"Grandpa let you go in to help." Jiang Feng said.

Minjiang Jiankang went to the kitchen, and Liu Jiangjian was alone by the pigsty.

"Xiao Fengna, are you in love!" Jiang Jiandang said that the elders were killed.

Min Jiangfeng: "... not yet"

"It's twenty, it's time to fall in love, and you are not like your second cousin. He studies medicine, and his hair is so hard to find a girlfriend." Jiang Jiandang said.

"Actually, we also lose hair when we study physics." Jiang Feng felt that he had to give his name to physics.

"That's not the same." Jiang Jiandang waved his hand. "You two uncle, I'm a medical student, I understand. The medical student's hair fell off fast, and your dad scratched his head. It was dirty and oily hair in the kitchen that was difficult to wash. There isn't much shaving left on your uncle's bald head. "

Min Jiangfeng: ...

I won't say any more, let's give my second cousin some hair.

The Jiang Jiang Party took Jiang Feng to talk for two minutes, and a phone call came up. It seemed that it was still about the last relocation. Jiang Jian Party came in to answer the phone, leaving Jiang Feng next to the pigpen.

There is no entertainment in the countryside. Jiang Feng took out her mobile phone and tried to swipe her circle of friends, and found that Wu Minqi sent a message to herself six minutes ago.

"Registration starts today, don't forget."

I went to the official website and it turned out to be today.

The registration process is quite complicated, including name, place of origin, ID number, address, etc., and one option is the hotel to which it belongs. The battle in this game is quite big, if the restaurant chef ranks high, you can also promote the restaurant.

Qijiang Feng originally wanted to fill up a healthy cooking restaurant, but then thought about it, peeled it, and filled up Taifeng House.

The registration fee is three hundred yuan. After a little distress, Jiang Feng clicked Submit. The system showed that the registration was successful. The specific competition time will be notified by phone.

I played with my cell phone for a while, and Grandma Jiang called for dinner, and the whole family ran to the dining room.

Baked rice is rich, fish head tofu soup, chicken stewed last night, stir-fried vegetables and small fried meat. Although the greens were fried by the old man, Jiang Feng saw it and wanted to subconsciously not chopsticks. I fried the vegetables in the morning, and in the afternoon, I have to continue to fry. It is estimated that I have to meet every day for the next few days. Jiang Feng is really hard to get appetite for fried vegetables.

Sure enough, the next three days Jiang Feng fried the vegetables for three days.

Twenty-three days of intensive fire practice were effective. Jiang Feng finally brushed up the proficiency of less than a thousand ignitions, and the fire was upgraded to a high level. Now the properties of the system panel have become:

Swordsman (Advanced): Your knives have surpassed most chefs. (Proficiency: 70231/100000)

Scorching (Advanced): Your cooking has surpassed most chefs. (Proficiency: 14/100000)

Seasoning (Intermediate): You can already make salty and moderate. (Proficiency: 9652/10000)

Seasoning is still a few hundred points. Every day, stir-fried vegetables can not add much seasoning proficiency. Jiang Feng estimates that seasoning should be almost advanced.

The flames rose to a high level, and Jiang Feng's most direct feeling was that his feelings were found.

Grandpa Xun scolded him every day for cooking, and Jiang Feng himself didn't know what it was called feeling. But when the game prompted him to rise to the advanced level, Jiang Feng knew that his feeling was coming.

It ’s no longer waiting for the dishes to be cooked until they find the heat is not right. When you touch the pot and spatula with your hands, the moment your eyes see the dishes in the pot, your body will tell him that you should open such a big fire ~ www.readwn.com ~ It's time to pan out.

Genius, the moment the hand touches the pot, the body's intuition will tell him how to cook the dish. Others can only find the feeling of cooking by continuous practice.

I finally fired a plate of vegetables that met the high level of heat. The old man looked at it and clamped it with chopsticks for the first time to taste one. He said, "Okay, there is progress."

叮 [Ding, get a little experience. 】

Grandpa praised, Jiang Weiming did not hesitate, but also tasted it, boasting: "Yes, better than when your grandpa was studying."

叮 [Ding, get a little experience. 】

Min Jiangfeng: I think you are lying to me ...

"When I was twenty, I didn't fry the vegetables into this ghost." The old man was not convinced, and he was generally happy. "Okay, let's rest today. Don't fry the remaining vegetables, just feed them. Pig, practice fried potatoes tomorrow. "

The pigs ate greens for a few days, and Jiang Feng felt that they were all eating greens.

No one can share the good news that he was finally affirmed by the father, so he went to the pigpen and shared his taste with the pig every day.

"You can eat fried potatoes tomorrow, Sanhua, are you happy?"

Grandma Qijiang wanted to see if the pig was hungry or not, so she heard Jiang Feng and Sanhua chat, turned into the kitchen, and twisted Jiang Weiguo's ears.

"Let Xiaofeng stir-fry vegetables every day without changing anything else. I just went to the pigsty and saw Jiang Feng chatting with Sanhua. My grandson will be a fool when he learns to cook!"

"What's wrong with Xiaofeng and Sanhua? I didn't chat with Dahua every day!" Jiang Weiguo said he was a little wronged.

"I think you are stupid too!" Grandma Jiang said.

Wei Jiang Weiming watched the movie silently.