Life is a Game

Jiang Feng, a humble worker, did not end up with three servings—he only ate two.

Sun Maocai failed to get a second copy because the registration time was too late. Jiang Feng could only tolerate his love and gave up his third copy to Sun Maocai.

Jiang Feng didn't understand. Sun Mao's talented generation of Cantonese masters couldn't make what he wanted, but he had to grab his third.

Even if Sun Maocai ate two side missions, he could not complete them. Obviously, the Babao Lixiang pigeon did not make Sun Maocai remember the memories that were gradually forgotten.

When Jiang Feng returned to the dinner table and began to eat like a normal diner who came to the dinner, the dinner was already over half. When he just came out of the back kitchen, he felt that the atmosphere of the lobby was different from before, and he could intuitively feel the difference after sitting.

happy.

Everyone is happy, with a smile on their faces, that is a contented smile, a happy smile. When Jiang Feng was passing by a table, he overheard the guests at the table talking about the eight treasure chestnut pigeons. Obviously this happiness was given to them by the eight treasure chestnut pigeons.

Food is one of the convenient ways for humans to directly obtain happiness.

"Qiqi, did something happen here just now?" Jiang Feng couldn't wait to ask after he sat down. He always felt that something had happened in the lobby when he stabbed Babao Lixiang pigeon.

Wu Minqi clamped a chopsticks to steam the seabass, and put the tender seabass meat in the bowl, and said, "Some guests are a little excited."

"Excited?" Jiang Feng was a little puzzled. When he was in the back kitchen, he was only responsible for the goo, and he didn't know the sensation caused by the eight treasure chestnut fragrant pigeon.

"In fact, it's just grabbing food. Isn't there anyone who has some remaining Babao Lixiang pigeons who can order the second one? There were several people in the previous tables who argued about who should get the last few, but others suggested it a little bit. After a while, it stopped. "Wu Minqi said," Sun Jikai should have asked you to go to the kitchen to chew Babao Lixiang Pigeon, right? "

Jiang Feng nodded: "Well, it's just a little help. You can help. Qiqi, what do you think of the eight treasure chestnut pigeon today?"

"Very good." Wu Minqi never regrets her words when she praises her boyfriend. "The pigeon meat is fragrant, the vegetarian fillings are properly matched, the seasoning is moderate, and the timing is just right, except that Master Sun made it that day One is the best. "

Jiang Feng was preparing a hypocritical humble sentence, and Sun Mao, who was immersed in eating the second Babao Lixiang pigeon, suddenly looked up at Jiang Feng.

His eight treasure chestnut fragrant pigeon was the last one on his own. In order to prevent the dissatisfaction of other guests, Jiang Feng also changed a container deliberately to prevent others from seeing it.

"You are all responsible for pursuing them?" Sun Maocai asked with a smile.

Jiang Feng was about to answer, and the old man took the lead: "Of course, the kid from the Sun family has this level. If it has this level, the eight treasure chestnut fragrant pigeons in Jubaolou would not have sold crazy."

"Brother Sun taught it?" Sun Maocai was surprised.

The old man was a little proud: "My grandson realized it by himself."

Jiang Feng: ...

It's so cool to be blown by my father!

Although Jiang Feng had a good heart, the modest place should be modest: "I and Sun Jikai figured it out. In fact, he would, even if he wasn't very skilled.

Sun Mao just smiled and stopped talking.

However, after eating two dishes, the old man suddenly figured out what was wrong in Sun Maocai's words, looked at him and asked, "Have you ever eaten this stuff before?"

"No, today is the first time I have eaten, so I feel that it tastes good and takes more." Sun Mao said intently.

"Then how do you know the key point of this dish is Goo?" The old man didn't believe his gossip.

"Although I haven't eaten it, I have heard it from diners a few years ago. How could I not know that Brother Sun's dish is so famous. Besides, can Brother Jiang not taste the key point of this dish after tasting it? Sun Maocai asked in turn, "In the light of Brother Sun's character, the apocalyptic method is not easy to teach to others, even the disciples."

Jiang Weiguo was stunned and speechless.

He could see it, but it was after going back and pondering it, how could it be eaten the first time.

"So too." The old man nodded vaguely.

Jiang Feng kept eating while he was eavesdropping. Just now, he had eaten two servings of Babao Lixiang pigeon in the back kitchen. The dishes on the table are good, but they are far worse than the eight treasure chestnuts. Only the steamed sea bass that Wu Minqi had sandwiched with a few chopsticks before is very delicious. Jiang Feng also likes this dish very much. He and Wu Minqi divided the steamed sea bass half by one.

As for Sun Maocai and Grandpa, the two of them didn't seem to have much interest in the dishes on the table, but occasionally stretched out chopsticks. The old man was not interested. Jiang Feng knew the reason. Most of the dishes on the table did not meet the old man's appetite. It was normal for him not to use chopsticks. As for why Sun Maocai didn't use chopsticks, Jiang Feng guessed that the master's eyes were too high to see the dishes on the table.

"Qiqi, do you think this steamed sea bass is different from what we usually eat?" After half a bass, Jiang Feng began to reflect on the taste of steamed sea bass.

The seabass meat is extremely fresh. With chopsticks, you can clearly see the delicate and white fish meat when you open the outer skin, and you can eat the saltiness of the fish itself without dipping the soup. The steaming time is just right. The fish is fresh and tender at the moment when it is most tender and smooth. When Jiang Feng eats the fish, it is already warm. If it is just out of the pan and the steaming fish, it will be more delicious and attractive.

"Well, it seems that the sea bass has been pickled with special things, and there should be lemons. When I first served the table, the piece of meat I sandwiched near the fish belly tasted a faint smell of lemon." Wu Minqi turned to be a food commentator, " The sweetness of the rice wine in the soup is indeed different from that of steamed seabass. "

"Steamed seabass is Qiu Fu's signature dish. These seabass are filled with special things in the fish belly beforehand and carefully marinated. I ca n’t say what I can taste, after all, I ca n’t smash his rice bowl, but it is true There are lemons, not fresh lemons but dried lemon slices. "Sun Maocai explained with a smile.

"Who is Qiu Fu?" The old man asked.

"Brother Sun's apprentice should now be the head chef of Jubaolou. Many young masters in the kitchen behind Jubaolou are his apprentices." Sun Maocai said.

"I didn't expect you to stay in Hong Kong City all these years. I know quite a bit about Jubaolou. I don't know." The old man said.

"After all, Brother Jiang is far apart. Although I am in Hong Kong City, Hong Kong City is close to this. After all, everyone is in Cantonese cuisine. It is normal for some exchanges to know some news on weekdays."

The old man no longer ignored him, but from his expression he could see that he did not believe Sun Maocai's nonsense.

After Jiang Feng had finished eating the sea bass, he had no interest in other dishes on the table, so he thought about knocking out a set of Sun Maocai's words to see if the blind cat could run into a dead mouse, just to mention something that reminded him of the past.

"Master Sun, have you known my grandfather for many years?" Jiang Feng pretended that he knew nothing about the old man.

"Of course." Sun Maocai said, "I was only 6 years old when I first saw your grandfather, so I have known you and your grandfather for more than 40 years."

Jiang Feng figured it out in his heart ~ www.readwn.com ~ for many years, it means that when the old man first met Sun Maocai, he should be about 40 years old.

But if he remembered it correctly, he saw in his father's memory that when he came to Jubaolou, he didn't even know Grandma Jiang was not even 30 years old.

This time difference is too great.

It's impossible for an old man to stay in Jubaolou for ten years.

"Actually, now that you want to come to Brother Jiang, you should be regarded as the most special one among the older brothers. The other brothers have either stayed in the Jubaolou to study the arts, or they will not come back after studying, only you They come every year, and they only leave for more than half a month at a time. "Sun Mao said," I felt strange that year. Now I just take this opportunity to ask, why is Brother Jiang? "

Hearing Sun Mao before saying this, Jiang Feng couldn't help looking at the father, trying to pry out an answer from the father's mouth.

The old man didn't like to mention his original affairs. He liked to mention the glorious deeds of Taifeng Building. After all, the glorious past can be used for bragging.

The old man coughed twice and saw that he couldn't escape the question: "I can't take a long vacation."

Jiang Feng :?

"State-run hotels can't take long vacations. Unless they are on a business trip, they can only grant a maximum of half a month of leave a year. If they are too long, they will have to pay extra wages. Your grandma will not do it."

Sun Maocai: ...

"If I remember correctly, you booked the Buddha's jumping wall tomorrow." The old man quickly shifted the subject.

"Yes, it is booked for noon tomorrow. I would like to come here for a rare trip. I also want to taste the signature dishes of Jubaolou." Sun Maocai nodded.

"We have also scheduled tomorrow at noon, let's go together." The old man sent an invitation to Sun Maocai.

"my pleasure."

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