Life is a Game

Sang Ming didn't actually make Jiang Feng noisy.

With colleagues from Sang Ming for so long, Jiang Feng has long been accustomed to talking so much before the festival, and he keeps talking about problems.

A good and good boss should tolerate some minor problems of employees when necessary.

The reason why Jiang Feng would take the flesh away was because he had just reacted. Tomorrow is not only his birthday, but also the first anniversary of his relationship with Wu Minqi.

Although he didn't think there was anything to commemorate the first anniversary of love, it was not the first anniversary of marriage. But Qiqi is his future wife. There is no difference between rounding off the first anniversary of marriage and the first anniversary of marriage. The ugly and noodle-like rose that he made last Qixi was not sent out. On the first anniversary, he must pull back a city.

As for leveling brush experience, there is no wife that important thing.

Besides, the experience of leveling brushes and giving gifts to his wife can be carried out at the same time. As a professional chef, Jiang Feng, what is more suitable for the first anniversary of love than a good dish.

Jiang Feng held the meat and walked to Ji Xia who was thinking whether he should bring potato chips or spicy strips for an outing tomorrow.

"Xia Xia, after I finished this piece of meat, I went out to make a phone call and checked back for half an hour." Jiang Feng stuffed the meat with Ji Xia.

Summer :?

Is my master back?

Jiang Feng washed his hands and went to get his mobile phone. He found a remote place in the lobby and squatted to call Wang Hao.

Now it is afternoon that Wang Hao is definitely not working. He usually finishes his work in the morning and touches the fish in the afternoon.

Sure enough, the call was answered in seconds.

"Hey Feng, why do you have the time to call me today? I heard that you have been cooking lately and got into the magic. Could it be that you have succeeded in success?" Wang Hao's leisurely tone knew that he was touching the fish. .

"Who listens to you and what goes wrong? I call it hard work." Jiang Feng felt that he might have been a bit too hard lately. Just now I heard Wang Hao said that these two sentences had a feeling of passing away.

"Sang Ming told me, he said that you are in the store all day long except that you are cooking, you do n’t even go to the toilet, and live like a robot. No wonder I went to your store last Sunday. I didn't see you, I thought you were going to rest that day. "Wang Hao said.

Jiang Feng was stunned for a while, but he didn't expect that when he was indulged in brushing up the experience these days, it seemed to others like this.

"Sang Ming said that I was like a robot during this time?" Jiang Feng asked.

"He didn't say that, this is what I concluded." Wang Hao paused, "I think about how he told me. He said that you come to the kitchen early in the morning every day and start cutting vegetables when you come. Without a stop, after lunch, I went to cook after lunch, and continued to cook until the end of the evening. I would also take the ingredients back before going home to cook. "

"Sometimes you ca n’t hear anyone else calling you. It looks like you ’re addicted to cooking. Is n’t that what you said is a robot? But I think it ’s an exaggeration by Sang Ming, brother Feng, tomorrow night ’s BBQ Remember to leave a place for me, I will pass after work. "Wang Hao said.

Jiang Feng seemed to understand something, why Wu Minqi didn't look at their eyes properly during this time.

These days he is anxious to brush proficiency, especially the proficiency of knife workers. The skill level of the knifeman is now very high, which causes him to devote himself to cutting vegetables with a high concentration of attention. Sang Ming said that he may not be mistaken when he is immersed in cooking.

So, shouldn't they feel crazy?

Jiang Feng felt that it was time to find a chance to talk to Qiqi and explain to him that he was not crazy. He was simply a civilized, democratic, harmonious, prosperous, and strong person who was working hard to advance the core values ​​of socialism.

As for how to explain it, go back tonight and make up for it.

"Sure to stay in your place." Jiang Feng said, "Don't talk about these things, I have something to ask you."

"What gift did you give to your girlfriend on the first anniversary?" Jiang Feng asked.

"You ask that?"

Scumbag!

"Either will work."

"It depends on people. The first anniversary of love is a big day. It can't be as casual as a hundred days. You have to see what your family likes." Wang Hao said.

"A hundred days to send it?" Jiang Feng was shocked, and it wasn't a child who wanted to host a hundred day banquet.

"Some people do n’t send some people, whether you give this thing or not depends on whether your girlfriend wants it or not." Wang Hao is an experienced veteran at first glance. Well, you can just buy her clothes, shoes and bags and give them to her. "

In Wang Hao's mind, Jiang Feng is his second boss. Although he does not pay, he is also the boss. How can the boss be without money?

"If I have money to buy Dior, I will call you here?" The boss told Wang Hao that he really had no money.

"Then give Mr. Wu the favorite!"

"Of course I know. I'm going to cook for Qiqi. Didn't you come to cook every day after you came here? Have you tasted something, and have you tasted my family's recent favorite?" Jiang Feng asked.

Wang Hao :?

Can this thing be tasted?

Wang Hao thought about it: "Wu Wu always likes spicy food."

"I do not know."

Wang Hao: ...

"Then make something delicious and complicated, the more complicated the better, the more complicated the more you can express your mind! Like what Buddha jumps the wall, boiled cabbage, if not, then ... just do other things!" Wang Hao again Gave birth to a wonderful.

Jiang Feng suddenly felt that this dog-headed military division was still somewhat useful.

"Well, let's do this first. Call me before you come tomorrow night." Jiang Feng hung up the phone.

He knew what he was going to do.

He is going to make clear noodle soup for Kiki tomorrow morning!

The kind of clear noodles that Jiang Weiming made in memory!

It takes 8 hours to hang the clear soup noodles!

Even if he can't make the top clear soup, but Jiang Feng has been so proficient that he has brushed his proficiency so long, it is impossible to make no progress at all.

His seasoning proficiency has increased by 700,000.

The knives are almost 970,000 proficient!

Rounding it up is the Grand Master.

Rounding off his cooking skill is comparable to that of the old man.

These Tianjiang maples boiled various soups, and they also asked Jiang Weiming about the production methods of clear soups and broths and other various soup making techniques. Although he did not hang the broth and clear soup completely from beginning to end, Jiang Feng also helped sweep the soup several times when the old man drew the soup.

Although he may not do well, he is confident he can do it.

Use the first pot of clear soup hanging from my life to make clear soup noodles for my girlfriend as a gift for the first anniversary of love. Is there any better gift in this world than this?

Jiang Feng felt that he was just a genius in love.

The kind that can be published.

After thinking about it, Jiang Feng immediately returned to the kitchen and started looking for chickens.

The raw materials are important to make an excellent clear soup, especially when the chef's level may not be enough, the quality of the chicken directly determines the quality of the soup.

The chef can't do the hens.

"Has Master arrived for half an hour, but my flesh is not yet ..." Ji Xia saw Jiang Feng hurried back and thought that time was up. She was a little flustered and explained to Jiang Feng.

Then Jiang Feng didn't notice that she went directly.

Jiang Feng went around the kitchen and warehouse ~ www.readwn.com ~ I didn't see a whole chicken.

They are all processed, and many have been cured.

"Dad, are there any whole chickens in the shop?" Jiang Feng went to Jiang Jiankang.

"Whole chicken?" Jiang Jiankang shouted. "No, our whole chicken is rationed, basically it's left to Ji Xue to make tiled flower carving chicken. Son, do you want to stew chicken soup tonight? The stewed chicken soup doesn't have to be whole chicken, is there a lot of cut chicken legs and chicken wings over there? Just stew them, and the other parts are not as good as they are. "

Jiang Feng doesn't think so. The essence of clear soup and broth is to use a whole chicken or several whole chickens to stew.

"Dad, where do you think there are still live chickens to sell, the best is the local chicken." Jiang Feng asked.

"Native chicken, it's hard to find now. Even if there is, it won't be possible to send it right away." Jiang Jiankang began to think seriously about this issue.

Mainly, he felt that if Jiang Feng stewed chicken at night, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi should not finish eating, and he could help eat together.

"Your grandma Chen has it!" Jiang Jiankang throbbed with excitement. "Isn't your grandma Chen raising a bunch of chickens in the yard?"

Jiang Feng will go to the locker room to change clothes to Li Zhai to borrow chicken.

"Shit, what are you going to do now when it's business hours!" Jiang Jiankang said loudly.

"Dad, I went to Li Zhai to borrow a chicken and came back soon. I have finished processing the eight treasure chestnut fragrant pigeons. You can help me steam them up and watch them." Jiang Feng's feet were windy and slipped.

Standing in the corner and watching the whole four people: ...

Ji Yue took a look at Zhang Guanghang, his face was full of dullness.

"Do you think ... is it normal for him to look like this?"

Zhang Guanghang was also a little sluggish.

"Like, it's a little ..."

"Not very normal."