Life is a Game

Compared to Chen Xiuxiu's humble kitchen, Jiang's kitchen tools need to be more complete. In order not to poison his friends, Jiang Feng decided to boil the porridge at home first and see the effect before considering whether to pass it.

After cutting the egg and marinating the lean meat, Jiang Feng walked out of the kitchen and waited for the porridge to finish.

He took out his mobile phone and Jiang Feng discovered that Wang Hao sent him a series of messages.

Mouse: Brother Feng, which button does the rice cooker press? ? !! !!

Mouse: Brother Feng, how much water and how much rice do you add for cooking? ? !! !!

Mouse: Brother Feng, how many gears should the transformer be adjusted to? ? !! !!

Mouse: Brother Feng, save the child! !! !!

Min Jiangfeng: ...

As long as you return a child, those in our family of 150 pounds or more are not considered children.

Remotely instructed Wang Hao on how to cook rice with a rice cooker. Jiang Feng brushed his circle of friends again and received Wang Hao's reply.

Mouse: Brother Feng, it's too late ...

Mouse: Brother Feng, I beg you to come back soon! I miss your claypot pork ribs!

Min Jiangfeng: ...

Guna :)

回报 In order to return the miss of his roommate, Jiang Feng opened the lid and took a picture of the steaming porridge which was not completely cooked, and then clicked Send.

Put down your phone and start to stir the porridge in the pot.

I stirred for about ten minutes. Jiang Feng glanced at the clock in the living room. At 4:40, it was not dinner time. Turn off the fire, cover the pot, and put it in the pot to keep warm.

Opened the phone, and she received Wang Hao's series of ghosts crying.

After thinking about the main task, Jiang Feng decided to make a phone call to Wang Hao to ask the situation, and let him help to publicize the new store that he was about to open soon.

Even though Wang Hao was frustrated and received a lot of fat that could not be lost, he had a successful career. He opened a small shop in the dormitory and was mixed with wind and water. Most of the bedroom directors of the male dormitory added his WeChat.

"Hello." The phone was soon connected, and there came a ghost crying Wang Hao who was grieving.

"Brother Feng, you are too unkind. You secretly open the small stove at home and don't care about your brother's life." Wang Hao directly buckled Jiang Feng with a big hat.

"... don't you know you canteen?"

"Summer vacation cafeteria tossing around is just a few dishes, which is even worse than pig food, and does not turn on the air conditioner. The food street at the back door is almost completely closed, which simply does not give us the way to study and live in summer." Wang Hao said.

The temperature in A city has not dropped to 37 degrees this summer, and it is strange that the merchant shops can open for a handful of students.

所以 "So you cook rice in the dormitory yourself?" Jiang Feng did not understand Wang Hao's brain circuit.

"You don't understand. Rice with spicy rice is a good summer summer product." Wang Hao sighed, "You called me to do something, just to show off that you can eat and drink at home?"

说 "Seriously, do you know that there is a new shop in the food court at the back door of the school?"

"I know, your news is very fast! Such a big store, there are two floors up and down, the signs are not hanging, I saw every day when I passed by a few strong men with big waists, where the supervisor, the owner of that store It must be rich! "Wang Hao sighed." What do you say their family sells? Security companies shouldn't open at the back door of our school! "

"... that's my new store ..."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, Jiang Feng silently moved the phone away from his ear, and sure enough, Wang Hao's exclamation soon came.

"I rely on, Brother Feng, you are really my brother, a hidden second generation rich!"

"Get off! I am the poor second generation. My dad has borrowed a lot of money to open the shop there. My family is in debt now." Jiang Feng laughed. "You have to give me a good promotion in WeChat, otherwise You may have to see me begging at the bridge. "

"No problem, but Brother Feng, how is this uncle's cooking skills? My WeChat circle of friends never advertises, but I can't let my customers black out for the first time."

"Come on, just your commissary returning customers. What do you think of my cooking skills?" Jiang Feng said.

"The second male dormitory can't find a second one!" Wang Hao touts very hard.

"In the eyes of my dad, most of the dishes I make are pig food."

King Wang Hao was immediately excited. Which time Jiang Feng was making pork ribs in a dormitory was not a sensation in Xiangpiao Shili, and if he counted it as pig food, he would like to eat pig food for a lifetime!

"No problem, my circle of friends rents you an advertisement for one year! This advertising fee is not required. How about three meals?" Wang Hao said authentically.

"You can't eat without it." Jiang Feng felt that he had to wake up to Wang Hao. "You have to pay attention to sports, otherwise you will have 200 pounds for horizontal development."

"How can 200 kg be so easy."

Why is n’t it easy? Look at the Jiang family who, except me, did n’t easily get on 200 pounds?

I chatted with Wang Hao again, and Jiang Feng hung up the phone.

I glanced at my mobile phone, 5:15, just right, it is not too early to eat at this time.

He held a bowl of lean porridge with warm eggs and Jiang Feng knocked on the door next door.

[A bowl of preserved egg and lean pork porridge]

Although the proportion is wrong, Jiang Feng tasted it and it was ok.

He is the door opened by Governor Chen. Is he actually at home?

"Uncle Chen, I'll send porridge to Xiu Xiu." Jiang Feng said.

督 Chen Dushou was somewhat surprised: "Send porridge?"

"She had a stomach problem this morning, Dr. Chen told her to drink porridge for a few days." Jiang Feng explained.

"Why is this child getting a stomachache?" Chen Duxiu went in and said chanting, "It's really troublesome Xiaofeng, you."

"It's all right."

秀 Chen Xiuxiu was sitting on the sofa and watching TV. On the coffee table in front of him, there was a glass of white water. When Jiang Feng came, he still had a bowl of porridge in his hand, got up and poured water for him.

"Preserved egg lean meat porridge?" Chen Xiuxiu smelled.

Qi Jiangfeng nodded.

"I don't eat 荤."

督 Chendu Xiu anxious ~ www.readwn.com ~ rebuked: "You child, what a word, Xiaofeng is kind to you, and you are still picking."

"It's okay, I picked out the meat and preserved eggs." Jiang Feng was kind and honest, "Uncle Chen, would you like to go to my house for porridge, I'll cook a few more dishes for you."

"How sorry this is." Chen Duxiu was obviously a little emotional.

"It's all right, just for you to **** craft." Jiang Feng laughed.

"It ’s really difficult to say that your Jiang family ’s craftsmanship. When your grandfather was still a chef in a state-run restaurant, every time the fragrant vegetables from the restaurant stunned our hairy children, every day with your dad and you An uncle's relationship is just for eating. "

"I gave your dad and uncle all those years of painting clay figures when I was a kid."

不过 "But your grandpa's dish is so delicious, your dad can't match that craft."

督 Chen Duxiu followed Jiang Feng to his house while recalling the past.

The cooking skills of the old Comrade Weijiang Weiguo are indeed superb. Every time the family gathers to cook with the father, the Jiang family is as happy as the New Year, although it is indeed the New Year ...

But it is undeniable that the cooking of the master is still the pinnacle of the Jiang family.

Qiu Jiangfeng took two bowls of porridge, and as soon as she served the table, she heard the system prompt.

"Ding, get 9 experience points."

"Ding, get 12 experience points."

"Ding, get 12 experience points."

Uh ...

It seems that Chen Xiuxiu is very satisfied with the porridge this time.

"Uncle Chen, you have some porridge first, I'll fry two dishes." Jiang Feng walked into the kitchen in a good mood.

"Ding, get 2 experience points."

Min Jiangfeng turned his head, and Chen Duxiu was holding porridge.

Alas.

Stingy.