Life is a Game

Baked potatoes are just as versatile.

Originally originated in the Andes Mountains of South America, it has been introduced to China in the 16th century. It is a foreign product with high yield per mu and easy to grow. Grandma Jiang idled and planted half a acre of potatoes. Jiang Feng did what she wanted, steamed, cooked Roasting, frying, frying, cooking, and frying are all possible. In the end, it's all for pigs.

江 Jiang Feng likes potatoes more than greens. Green vegetables can only be added to the heat and seasoning, potatoes are different, you can add a lot of knives and heat, not to mention seasoning more than when fried vegetables.

He even took it with him, and the old man scolded him more.

"Are you cutting potato chips? Cut them so thin that you fry the fairy?"

"Do you fry potatoes or fried potatoes? You wo n’t add any more oil. Do you use so much oil in your plate of shredded potatoes? Cut six more shredded potatoes and hurry up. I ’ll see what you do when the oil heats up!"

"I didn't eat at noon. How do you turn the spoon, you have to turn the dishes out."

"You just floated when you praised you two days ago, didn't you? Look at the potato chips you fried, and you don't feel the cooking wine added?"

Uh ...

Grandpa is roaring by the tyrant, and Jiang Weiming is the assassin's sword.

"I just didn't shake the spoon just now."

"Not enough time to cook the potato chips."

"It's early."

"You just missed the knife."

Uh ...

Qijiang Feng was painful and happy.

Being able to be taught by two cooking masters is definitely a very lucky thing. Ordinary chefs ca n’t ask for a culinary master to give directions. He has two people here, and when he is tired, he is a little bit lucky. Blessed.

But, it is really tired.

Half a acre of potatoes, more than 600 kilograms, Jiang Feng runs out in less than ten days. These four pigs in the pigpen eat potatoes every day, and one head is lying on the ground all day long, especially Erhua. , Eat the most, how much to eat, how much fat, a thick layer.

Jiang Feng, now, every day out of the kitchen, I do n’t want to do anything, I just want to sleep in bed, my eyes are potatoes, my eyes are potatoes, my brain is full of various ways of eating potatoes, everything tastes like potatoes potato.

After cooking the last plate of potatoes, Jiang Feng felt as if he had passed away.

What should be below, sweet potato, eggplant, or cucumber? Grandma Jiang also planted some cucumbers and picked them all enough for one day of practice.

"Okay, Xiaofeng, you are tired for so many days, I will be happy for the Chinese New Year, take two breaks, and go to the city with your cousins ​​for two days." Jiang Weiguo looked at the last plate of obviously hot and sour potatoes. Instead of scolding people, she gave Jiang Feng a short vacation.

Minjiang Feng: (? ˙o˙)?

Holiday?

Holiday!

I actually have a holiday! !!

Minjiang Fengxuan slipped out of the kitchen and didn't want to stay for a while.

Mingjiang Feng turned out from the mobile phone album. The cousin that the second cousin often sent to the family group [I will also find you to play when I go out] sent it to the small group of their cousins.

Learning physics is good, but I do n’t understand: [Picture]

Xun Xueyi was very good but his head was cold: Alas, Feng Feng escaped from prison.

The designer is very good because of his good temper: has grandpa allowed us to go back for dinner?

He Guigan, who is in charge of management (third cousin): Second brother, should you come to my house for dinner today?

Learning physics is good, but I do n’t understand: Grandpa blasted me out ~ \\ (≧ ▽ ≦) / ~

Uh ...

I talked with a few cousins, and Jiang Feng finally felt a little bit of a fresh man. The seasoning level was brushed to a high level two days ago, but at that time, Jiang Feng had fried the potatoes and became numb, not much feeling. .

Now suddenly I was released from prison, and then I thought of looking at the properties panel.

Swordsman (Advanced): Your knives have surpassed most chefs. (Proficiency: 86111/100000)

Scorching (Advanced): Your cooking has surpassed most chefs. (Proficiency: 7962/100000)

Seasoning (Advanced): Your seasoning has exceeded most chefs. (Proficiency: 4765/100000)

How many painful comprehensions I have brushed more than 10,000 knife proficiency in just ten days.

Qiujiang Feng returned to the house to pack up his luggage, and dragged his suitcase to the town to take a minibus back to city A. He needs to return to the life of a normal person. It's good if he can't lie in his fat house for a few days.

Qi Jiang Weiming heard Jiang Feng dragging his suitcase in the kitchen, and said helplessly, "Xiao Feng was not in the state for the past two days. He didn't distinguish between the old pump and the old pump this morning."

"I cooked the dishes for ten days every day and night, and the iron-struck body couldn't take it anymore. There is a ghost when I can tell the difference." Jiang Weiguo looked at Jiang Tian in these days, looked at Jiang Weiming, and sighed. Brother, you are so anxious. "

"You are very clear, you ca n’t wait for the cooking. You forced Xiaofeng too hard. I will not let him rest for a few days, and my wife must desperately ask me."

"I know, it's my fault." Jiang Weiming looked at a bucket full of potatoes, "Xiao Feng is a good boy."

"That kid is really obedient, it is going to be the New Year, let the children have fun, don't be too anxious, we still have time to teach slowly."

I do n’t have much time. Jiang Weiming thought to himself, but did not say.

After the ecstasy of initially confessing his relatives, Jiang Weiming felt more and more that time was not enough. Jiang Feng is too young to play well, but many of his skills are not enough, but he is too old.

He has a free school, but no one can pass ~ www.readwn.com ~ He is afraid that Jiang Feng is learning too slowly, he is afraid that he is too late to teach, he is very clear, the younger brother ’s big spoon and the whole chicken deboning skills He didn't get home, but what good is his high level.

日益 His ever-decaying body, unsatisfactory spirit, remind him all the time, that he is an old man who can fall into the gate of ghosts after a fall.

Jiang Weiming ’s pesky, deboned, sliced ​​fish, toasted, simmered sauce, Jiang Weiming actually did n’t completely eat it, but he is better than Jiang Weiguo, and he is much better than Jiang Weihui.

He is really anxious and can't wait to teach Jiang Feng all his life.

Perhaps he was too impatient.

Brother Xi is right, forcing a child in this way will only hurt him.

"Come on slowly." Jiang Weiming said, his eyes narrowed.

It can only be this way.

* This chapter is Kagan

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Father Jiang is a chef, or the top chef in the pyramid. His setting of throwing hormone meat and pursuit of ingredients is my setting. The average weight of the Jiang family is 200+. No matter whether I am careless or not, I am not happy to scold Jiang ’s family as a 200-pound pig. I am very unhappy. I am very unhappy!

I am relatively unhappy. They are all characters I wrote. They are all fictional characters I created. Some people scold them. My highest level is unhappy!

的 Unhappy with various adjective forms! !!

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