Life is a Game

After entering the kitchen for the second time, Jiang Feng saw a completely different kitchen.

A distinct kitchen.

The lazy faction and the hard-working faction can be seen at a glance. Even if the lazy faction disguise as well as they touch the fish, they can be detected by Jiang Feng, who has rich experience in fish touching.

The layout of the back kitchen of Jubaolou is different from that of Taifenglou. The backfire of Taifenglou is centered on the culinary table, and the working places of Daheqiandun are very close to each other, and there may even be intersections. Jubao Building is different. Each section is clearly divided. From a distance, it looks like a small square. Everyone is separated because of different positions. The more important it is, the more it looks like a deformed pyramid.

Seeing Sun Jikai coming in, the employees who had been slacking at the fish immediately began to focus on the fish in a pretending manner, so that Sun Jikai did not see at first glance that they were touching the fish. Of course, Sun Jikai didn't care if they were touching the fish. He pulled Jiang Feng and hurried to go inside.

Jiang Feng grabbed Sun Jikai, slowed his pace, and whispered, "The one who cut the piers on the edge, the chaotic mess, at first glance, is absent-minded and can deduct wages."

"There is the one at the water table. You can deduct your salary by bending down and taking things two times without getting anything."

"The one on the edge of the shelf is looking for something. The pockets are drums. I haven't plugged in the cell phone when I was playing. I can definitely deduct my salary."

Sun Jikai: ...

Sun Jikai glanced at the three mentioned by Jiang Feng just now, seeing who they were, and nodded in.

The three men who were swept up were shocked, and were relieved to see Sun Jikai walking straight in without talking.

The one on the side of the shelf was a little guilty and asked uneasily: "Did the little boss see it just now?"

The man who touched the fish at the pier laughed: "The little boss just came in and can see what, Qiu Fu stays inside every day and he hasn't seen him caught several times."

The people on the shelf were relieved.

Sun Jikai led Jiang Feng to the far side. There was only one person in it. He was a middle-aged chef who was processing ingredients. He looked like he was in his 50s. His body shape and **** health were similar.

"He's Qiu Fu, my grandfather's apprentice, yesterday he handled the eight treasure chestnut pigeons in person." Sun Jikai introduced.

Jiang Feng looked back and felt strange. The other stove cooks were all together. Why was Qiu Fu alone occupying a piece of land?

The chef's privilege?

Sun Jikai saw that Jiang Feng had been watching other stove chefs and probably guessed the doubts in his heart, explaining: "Our restaurant is a little different from yours ..."

"Master Qiu now only cooks signature dishes and other dishes, and those dishes are his special skills, so generally they are ..." Sun Jikai ordered so far.

Jiang Feng suddenly realized that he knew it, and he was afraid that others might learn from it.

Hiding one hand, the glorious tradition of Jubaolou.

"Qiu Bo," cried Sun Jikai.

Qiu Fu stopped his work and turned around. When he saw Sun Jikai and an unknown young man, he smiled and asked, "Xiao Kai, is this ... the new chef in our shop?"

Jiang Feng :?

Sun Jikai quickly explained: "He is my friend called Jiang Feng, and the one who helped the Babao Lixiang pigeons last night helped him. Taifeng House was opened by his family."

Qiu Fu immediately saw Jiang Feng's eyes much more eager, and his smile became more enthusiastic. He wanted to meet and shake hands with Jiang Feng. He looked down at his right hand full of spices and stopped.

"Jiu Yang, I have heard friends say that there is a Babao Lixiang pigeon who is a very good master in Taifeng Building, I didn't expect it to be so young. Although I had no chance to taste the Babao Lixiang pigeon last night, I listened to the guests The evaluation is also ... hey, nothing, just a little excited, it feels like ... forget it, not to mention. "Qiu Fu is not only a little excited, he now looks like he wants to rush to give Jiang Feng a big hug, Then ask him how the eight treasure chestnut fragrant dove.

"Just don't know ... I don't know if Master Jiang came this time ..."

"There is an elder who is hard to come by once outside. He wanted to eat it again after having tasted the Babao Lixiang pigeon last night, so I asked Jiang Feng to help me to get another one." Sun Jikai said, "I just don't know Qiu Uncle, do you still have the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon here? "

"Yes, yes." Qiu Fulian nodded again and again, "Steaming directly in the pan will be good soon, Xiaokai, you and Master Jiang, wait and wait, I will steam in there."

"Thank you." Sun Jikai nodded.

Then Jiang Feng was taken into the innermost kitchenette that I went to last night. It was a kitchen in the kitchen.

Last night, Jiang Feng wanted to ask Sun Jikai, why did they set up a smaller kitchen inside the kitchen behind Jubaolou, but later he forgot about it because he was so busy talking with Sun Jikai.

Now, when next to the small kitchen, Jiang Feng directly asked: "Sun Jikai, why do you have a smaller one in your kitchen?"

Sun Jikai closed the door and explained, "This place was originally for me to cook."

"what?"

"When I was young, I came to Jubaolou to study with my grandfather. I made this kind of compartment because the kitchen was a bit dangerous. At that time, my grandfather was too afraid that I would hurt myself when I wandered around. I was locked up in this small room and let me study alone. Generally, when business hours came, Grandpa would go outside. Sometimes when I was tired inside, I would take the opportunity to run out, walk around in the lobby blindly, and then slipped back in time. "Sun Jikai laughed, his voice full of nostalgia.

"Not caught?"

"Grandpa knows, too lazy to catch."

Qiu Fu sent the processed Babao Lixiang pigeons in, and when he went out, he still did not forget to close the door, so Jiang Feng suddenly had a feeling that he was locked into a small black room by the boss of the black heart to stop working and not to eat.

"I've recently taught my disciples what I've learned so much. I'm advancing in terms of teaching people how to cook. Anyway, I'll be fine in the afternoon anyway. Otherwise, let's stay here in the afternoon to practice the eight treasure chestnut pigeons?" Jiang Feng suggested ~ www.readwn.com ~ Yeah. "Sun Jikai nodded with a smile.

There are times when the pigeons are out of the pot, and they can talk for a while.

"By the way, Sun Jikai, I think Sun Mao really seems to want to go back to your Jubaolou. Just as I heard him talking to my grandpa at the dinner table, I feel ... I think he is a bit like my grandpa when he was young." Jiang Feng started Became a lobbyist for Sun Maocai.

"Do you know what your grandpa was like when he was young?"

"How do you know I don't know?" Jiang Feng remembered the smile that Sun Maocai finally saw him and Sun Jikai.

"My grandfather and my third grandfather have considered Taifeng House more important than their own lives for so many years. They did not go to Peiping because they did not dare to go back. Taifeng House is like their hometown. People always return to their hometowns like Yi Jin. I do n’t dare to go home without capital and confidence. ”Jiang Feng sighed.“ At the dinner table just now, Sun Maocai and his grandfather said that Jubaolou is his home. ”

Sun Jikai froze: "Really?"

"Really."

Sun Jikai sighed and told the truth to Jiang Feng: "In fact, before grandpa left, let me call to ask him to come back."

"In the beginning I didn't want to ask for help, but later I realized the reality and I regret it again. Now I'm just hesitant to speak."

"What can't open your mouth?" Jiang Feng felt a little weird. "Ling Guangzhao was able to open his mouth when he dug. You can't open up such a logical thing."

Sun Jikai: ...

"After a while," Sun Jikai said, "Now that Jubaolou is so messy, I have to make it tidy up and turn it into a normal restaurant before asking for help."

"I also don't want him to see this messy, decaying picture of Jubaolou."

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