Life is a Game

Compared to porridge, Jiang Feng is really not afraid.

Although I have turned a lot of cars these days, but those are experimental products. It is normal to roll over. The all-round good-tasting staff can get the sweet-scented osmanthus candy that Jiang Jiankang bought while shopping. What else can stop him from being promoted to the top four ?

The Final Four?

Crap!

Jiang Feng is now expanding like never before.

The ingredients are prepared in advance, put directly into the casserole, add water, and heat to the maximum.

Zhang Qian's steps are similar, except that the types of ingredients are not as rich as Jiang Feng's. She uses a standard small casserole for family porridge, and a family of three breakfasts, each bowl is just right. Jiang Feng used an extra-large casserole, a light casserole that weighed a few pounds, and a family breakfast for three. Jiang Jiankang half-pot and Wang Xiulian half-pot. He ate the leftovers from last night.

Jiang Feng's casserole attracted the attention of the audience.

Many people may have seen such a large casserole for the first time.

"This Jiang Feng has his own personality. It is not difficult to use such a large casserole for forty minutes!" Pei Shenghua laughed.

"Maybe it's used to it. It should be such a big one. His house may be a shop." Zhu Chang calmly analyzed.

"His family opened a restaurant in the food street next to A." Han Guishan Road.

"General Manager Han knows him?" Zhu Chang was curious, but he did not expect to be a hidden relationship.

"My son has done volunteer activities with him. He has carved carrots very well. My son likes it. The last few my sons I brought home last night ate them all." Han Guishan thought, "Wait for me I have to ask him to carve a few more for me. My son does n’t like to see Pig Peggy recently to see bears appear. I have to ask him to carve a few bears and bears. I just do n’t know if I can carve a bald head. ”

The remaining four judges: ? ?

Jiang Feng's casserole is large, with many ingredients and large amounts of water, and the amount of water added is too large. The porridge has been heated in the casserole with the greatest fire, while holding a spoon to stir constantly. Zhang Qian, who was next to the fire, had covered the casserole lid and simmered slowly. Jiang Feng was still stirring.

"Twenty minutes remaining."

Jiang Feng is still stirring.

"Fifteen minutes remaining."

Jiang Feng was tired of changing his left hand with his right hand.

"Time remaining, ten minutes."

Zhang Qian's eight-treasure porridge had been boiled until it was soft and thick. She added a spoonful of honey to the casserole and reduced to low heat.

The Jiang Feng fire turned to medium heat and continued to stir.

"Five minutes remaining."

Zhang Qian's eight-treasure porridge has already come out of the pot. The eight-treasure porridge in front of Jiang Feng has also become very thick, and the heat is reduced to a small one. He opens the jar containing the sweet-scented osmanthus syrup.

One, two, three.

The small teaspoon used by Zhang Qian and the iron spoon used by Jiang Feng.

The painting style of the two was not on a channel from the beginning.

At the last minute, Jiang Feng's eight-treasure porridge was made.

[One pot close to perfect eight treasure porridge]

Wow, wow, this wave has stabilized, absolutely, it has won!

Jiang Feng **** herself crazy in her heart, her face is not obvious, in fact, she is bubbling and extremely inflated.

The lady sister, wearing thermal gloves, put Zhang Qian's eight-treasure porridge on the jury seat.

Ingredients such as tang shi, barley kernel rice, white lentils, yam are cooked very sticky, honey has a floral fragrance, great sweetness, and long aftertaste. If it is properly added to the porridge, it has no ordinary taste. Although Zhang Qian only added a spoonful and a half teaspoons, because she cooked less, she also had enough sweetness.

There was a large iron spoon for congee on the table. Five judges each scooped it. Han Guishan also held a spoonful of it. Although the ghost topic of sweet porridge was he came up with, it was already a few days ago. At that time, he wanted to drink sweet porridge, but now he doesn't want to.

Han Guishan, who had just eaten prawns in tomato sauce, said that he didn't want to drink porridge, he wanted to eat meat.

It really doesn't work. Fish-flavored eggplants are also acceptable, and the faint porridge is not his dish.

Entrance.

OK, just a little hot.

Hangushan thought about it and sipped another spoonful.

For the 16-year-old girl, everyone is more forgiving. Han Guishan is always playing ten points, and the others are more sympathetic. 8.5 points, a good score.

The staff went to Duanjiang Feng's Babao porridge.

Hard.

Not moving.

Try harder.

Still motionless.

She was sighed with anger in Dantian, holding the casserole with both hands, and pushed upwards.

Moved!

After two seconds, she was deflated.

The lady sister looked at Jiang Feng silently, and her smile was full of killing.

"Emmm, this, let me take care of it, gloves for me." Jiang Feng said.

This pot of eight treasure porridge and casserole with porridge is at least 20 pounds. It is six or seven meters from the cooking table to the jury seat. It is a bit cruel to let a young lady who wears high heels and does not carry bricks but only smirks and beautiful to bear this weight .

The lady sister took off her gloves and tucked Jiang Feng silently, and left without looking back.

Jiang Feng held up the casserole, steadily reached the jury seat, put it on the table, and returned to the cooking table.

As the casserole was placed on the table, the table shook and felt like it was sinking a few tenths of a centimeter.

"He looks quite thin and has a lot of strength. At least it's 20 pounds. It's very easy to carry!" Han Guishan sighed.

"There is strength in the arms of a chef." Zhu Chang said.

As soon as it was uncovered, the fragrance of Babao Porridge was released.

The aroma of the ingredients is accompanied by the taste of osmanthose sugar, which is very layered.

"Sweet Osmanthus?" Pei Shenghua immediately smelled it. "It smells good!"

Han Guishan felt the same way, so he scooped two spoons.

It's a bit hot, and it blows into the mouth.

!! !! !!

There is such a dazzling eight treasure porridge in the world!

As a native of Guangdong Province, when I was a kid, I did n’t have the money to eat the mud every day and I wanted to drink porridge. I drooled in the middle of the night. After I was a teenager, I drank porridge and shed tears in the middle of the night. For take-away, Han Guishan can proudly say that none of the people present was experienced in drinking porridge.

His history of drinking porridge, blood and tears is not an exaggeration to write a book.

But he has never drank such a porridge. It is mellow, sweet, thick, and delicate. All the ingredients are melted in the mouth, as if he can slide directly into the stomach along the throat without swallowing. The warm feeling extends from the esophagus. To the stomach, the aftertaste of osmanthose sugar stays in the mouth, and the fragrance permeates the nose.

This is not just a bowl of eight treasure porridge, it is also a work of art.

"Whooping, hooting, hooting."

Han Guishan made a big mouth, and the cow chewed the peony in the bowl. He smashed it ten minutes, quickly simmered a full bowl, briefly stirred a few times, and then snorted and drank porridge.

The other four judges also smashed the porridge in the bowl and then simmered the second bowl. Instead of simmering a full bowl, half a bowl for one person, and slowly spoonful of spoonful of ground products.

It took a long time for Han Guishan to finish drinking the third bowl, and the scores of the remaining four judges came out.

9.6 points.

Pei Shenghua gave Jiang Feng full marks.

The highest score ever was higher than Ji Xue's tiled chicken.

The audience was uproar.

"Well, Xiaofeng's score is so high!" Jiang Jianguo was surprised and said cheerfully: "I saw Xiaofeng want to win the championship!"

"His eight-treasure porridge is so few that the master of porridge in the country can match it, not surprising." Jiang Wei National Road, glanced at Sun Guanyun.

Sun Guanyun refused to receive news from Jiang Weiguo.

When the audience at the scene was quiet, Zhu Chang picked up the microphone and said, "I was surprised that I could drink such a bowl of porridge, and even more surprised that this bowl of porridge was actually produced by a 20-year-old young man. The future is terrible. In fact, these two players are very good. The little girl is only 16 years old, but the control of the heat and seasoning is very in place. Our female chefs are very rare. Masters are even more rare. I am looking forward to being in the future. I see your name in the celebrity cookbook of Zhiwei Magazine. "

"What is the famous chef's record?" Han Guishan whispered. Although he and Xu Cheng were good friends, he didn't watch "Knowledge".

"A list of summary statistics of outstanding chefs from various countries is more reliable than Michelin's selection." Zhu Changdao.

Han Guishan nodded as if he knew nothing.

"I played for ten, and I also think that this pot of Babao porridge made by Jiang Feng players is worthy of this ten. This is a Babao porridge that is difficult to describe in words. This Babao porridge will make a lot of experienced people think that the porridge cooking is superb. The chef ’s shame also includes me. Just like Lu You ’s saying, “I have Wanqiu Pingyi, I only serve porridge to gods”. Porridge requires patience and experience. I ca n’t even imagine you and me ten years later. What flavor would the porridge boiled when I was the same year old? It may have been a god. "Pei Shenghua was excited and chanted again." I will also make porridge at home during the Laba Festival, but Today, the eight-treasure porridge boiled by Jiang Feng's players seems to be a bit confusing. I can't even pick out the shortcomings of this eight-treasure porridge. If I have to choose it, the game time is too short. For hours, I believe it will be perfect. "

"Two outstanding young players, I look forward to your future." Zang Mu, as always, said little.

"The compliments made the judge Jie finish, and I would be a little bit old-fashioned when I praised them again. I was a little disappointed in the last game, but I only had surprises in this game. Both Zhang Qian and Jiang Feng surprised me enough. I only Can you say, little girl, you lost him no wrong at all in this loss. "Wu Deyan at this time did not forget diss Zhao Shan.

Han Guishan has started drinking the fifth bowl, and took the time to say a perfunctory comment: "It's delicious, alas."

The audience laughed in good faith.

"This pot of porridge is very large, and it is a waste to put it here. Let ’s give the audience a bit of it, and the players, too." Han Guishan suggested that he was almost half full.

The other four judges found the proposal good.

The audience in the auditorium was full of expectations. Each of them extended their necks. I hope that the staff can choose themselves as this lucky audience based on the length of their necks. Try the pot that was praised by five reviewers. What's the taste of eight treasure porridge.

Jiang Feng's pot of porridge is indeed full. I don't know why the organizer actually prepared a lot of bowls and spoons. The audience in the audience is not particularly prepared. Everyone can taste a few mouthfuls.

"Leave me a little bit, I took it home and warmed it up for my wife and son to taste." Han Guishan himself was full and still packed.

The world is big and the boss is the biggest. The younger sister who is responsible for making porridge just left a bottom, and you can have two bowls with one scrape.

For a while, everyone had no time to watch Zhang Guanghang, and everyone was focusing on the porridge in their bowls.

Sun Guan clouded the bowl, dismissive.

As soon as the warm Babao porridge came in, his face changed.

Sun Guanyun looked at Jiang Weiguo, and his face was covered with why you didn't tell me that your grandson was a professional porridge.

Jiang Weiguo was smug.

Unexpectedly, my grandson is a professional porridge!

The audience was full of various exclamations and broken feelings / friendships.

"Fuck, it's so delicious!"

"It's so delicious!"

"What kind of porridge, what is the taste of Babao porridge? What are they selling in the porridge shop?"

"Dear, do you love me?"

"Do you love me? Give me the porridge in your bowl."

"Dear me, take your share!"

"Are we still not friends?"

"No, get out."

...

The hostess sister stood under the stage, and she was still thinking about the taste of the eight treasures porridge that she just drank.

The camera brother hated, the deputy director was drinking next to him, smelling the smell of the thief, the thief wanted to drink, but he had to hurry up and adjust the camera to capture the expression of the audience.

Han Guishan snored on the judges' seat, only hated that he didn't have two stomachs like a cow.

Jiang Feng and Zhang Qian both consciously returned to the rest area. The hostess and sister came to me afterwards and said sweetly, "Jiang Feng's congee must have been tasted by everyone just now. It is really delicious. A high score of 9.6 is also well deserved. "

"Our staff at the culinary table has been cleaned up. Let me invite the third group of players Gu Li and Chu Peng. The theme they picked was salty and fresh, and the dishes were vegetables. Please ask the two players to come on stage to prepare. The game will start in 3 minutes. "The host smiled, smiling with the sweet smell of osmanthus sugar.

"What's your eight-treasure porridge? I really want to drink it!" Zhang Qian was the most pitiful. Even after losing the game, she didn't drink the eight-treasure porridge. No one remembered that there was a poor player on the cooking table who didn't drink it.

"Do you have classes on the weekend?" Jiang Feng asked, "You can come to my store on the weekend ~ www.readwn.com ~ I will cook a special one for you, but the quality of the ingredients may not be as good as today. I cook longer. Boil the rice flavor, and the taste will not be bad. "

"Okay, okay, as long as I don't have class on Sunday, I just need to study in the evening. On Saturday, I don't need to study in the evening. I can do it on Saturday evening and Sunday noon!" Zhang Qian said excitedly.

Jiang Feng, who has not been studying for a long time, can't help but sigh in his heart that the high school students are really bitter. No wonder the teacher can use the university to relax this lie.

"Saturday, I'll start cooking this afternoon. What time do you leave school? It's best to come around seven." Jiang Feng suggested.

"I leave school at 6:20, where is your store open? Can I take my mother over?" Zhang Qian was very excited.

"Okay, what's your mother's taste? Tell me later by sending me a message. My store is in the A Food Street, and I will post it to you tomorrow." Jiang Feng also responded with a smile.

"Do you mind adding me?" Zhang Guanghang joined the group chat.

"No problem, I am honored, I will send you the positioning tomorrow." Jiang Feng said, looking at Zhao Shan, and thinking whether the three of them had a small group to isolate him, was not good, so he invited him, "Do you want to stand up?"

"No need." Zhao Shan smirked and was dissatisfied. He didn't want to appear in the same frame with Zhang Guanghang today.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng felt a little uncomfortable, as if a sharp eye was staring at him, slightly awkward.

From the auditorium.

Jiang Feng looked into the auditorium, just hitting Wu Minqi's eyes.

Wu Minqi smiled at Jiang Feng and made a congratulations.

Jiang Feng also showed her a smile from her heart.

Feeling gone.

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