Life is a Game

How delicious is the barbecue?

Whether grilled vegetables are delicious, grilled staple food is delicious, or grilled meat dishes are delicious.

Is roast beef delicious, roast lamb delicious, roast pork skewers delicious, or three meat mixed skewers delicious.

These questions are difficult for Jiang Feng to answer, he can only say that they are delicious!

As long as the master is in place, let alone vegetables, meat and staple food, roasted durian is delicious!

Peng Changping did not lie to Jiang Feng, he was really good at BBQ. All this is due to his great-grandson-a young BBQ fanatic.

Fatty and thin, large pieces of nourishing oil, covered with cumin to cover the smell of lamb skewers.

The meat is tender, and it is also large and clear. It is repeatedly brushed with salty sauce several times to make it more permeable.

Larger chunks of fat and thin, chewed with a little crispy bone, crunching, gravy flowing, marinated into a skewer of pork with a little paprika on the surface.

Is just baked, extremely crispy, thinly sliced ​​and moderate, the mouth is slightly salty but the flavor is full of sweet roasted buns baked by wheat.

Not to mention the rest, so it ca n’t be compared with various skewers, ignorant and extremely delicious, people can still eat the grilled buns that they want to eat, but they are still extremely excellent and delicious. Weier will greedy the skewers with tongue out.

Jiang Feng felt that if the skewers at the entrance of his elementary school had this level, he would have caught up with the average level of the Jiang family.

Peng Changping skewers are grilled in order, from meat to staple food to vegetables, each grilling a few roots depends on the mood. Jiang Feng and Xu Chengcheng stood beside him and helped to get the skewers. Near the water tower, the moon first came, and whoever got it first would eat it first.

Because monks have more porridge and less porridge, the two of them basically guarantee that they can pass on the rest after each tasting. As for whether others can taste a little, it is not their concern.

May be the reason for the atmosphere. Peng Changping asked Jiang Feng about the Jiang family while grilling skewers. These things are not secrets. Jiang Feng knew everything.

Chatting, Peng Changping couldn't help but chat about himself.

Peng Changping opened a local Chinese restaurant after moving abroad, but now that restaurant is basically managed by his apprentice, he has not been cooking for many years.

He has three sons and one daughter. Only the eldest son and the youngest daughter learned his craftsmanship. After the daughter married a lawyer, she no longer worked in the cook industry. The eldest son who originally expected him to inherit the restaurant had cancer and went away at a young age. The white-haired man gave the black-haired man.

As for the other children and grandchildren, each has their own pursuits and aspirations, and engages in all walks of life, but there is no chef.

Although Peng Changping said that his apprentice inherited the skill of Tan Jiacai, it was not lost. He went to Yongheju today to taste the skills of several apprentices. He felt that they had not fallen into the reputation of Tan Jiacai. There is nothing regrettable. But Jiang Feng still read the word regret from his tone and eyes.

"Now the times are different and everyone has more choices." Peng Changping felt a little tired and stopped the skewers. He found a chair and sat down. Jiang Feng made a cup of hot tea for him.

Peng Changping took two breaths through the glass and took a sip of tea before slowly saying: "I didn't have a choice when I was a kid. My father is a carpenter's son is a carpenter, my father is a cook and my son is a cook, my father is a tailor and my son is a tailor. No matter you Like it or not, these are good jobs, and the skills to support the family and live a life, generally do not want to learn. Studying is a good source. After reading, I can be a reporter, write an article, and go to work in the government, but At that time, even if we wanted to study and study Chinese characters, most people did n’t have that condition and no one taught. ”

"It ’s different now, everyone can read, everyone can write, and there are more choices. If you ’re not happy, do n’t be happy, we did n’t have the choice. Now that you have so many choices, of course you have to choose what you want. happy."

Seeing that the topic gradually began to extend in a slightly sentimental direction, Xu Cheng quickly interrupted: "Master Peng, you will be at the point where you should take the medicine in half an hour. I remember that when you came out, you didn't seem to bring the medicine and threw it in the hotel. Well, shall I go back to the hotel with you now? "

Peng Changping slapped his head: "Look at my memory and forgot about it. When I came out, my grandson helped me set an alarm clock for me to take medicine on time. The alarm clock set the medicine but didn't bring it, then I wo n’t bother going back first. "

Said Peng Changping got up and left.

Jiang Feng sent him to the door and helped open the door.

"That's right." Peng Changping all walked out of the barbecue restaurant, and suddenly looked back to Jiang Feng, "Since my teacher's grandson and you are college classmates, please trouble him to contact him and let him talk to Zhang Chu, if he can, Can't come to Peking to gather. "

"If there is really no time, then I will find him sometime in the past. I haven't seen him for many years, I always want to meet these old friends."

"You can rest assured, I will send a message to Zhang Xuedi this evening." Jiang Feng quickly accepted it.

Watched Xu Cheng and Peng Changping leave. Recently, both of them got in the car and Jiang Feng pushed the door back to the store, and then found that the atmosphere in the store had become different.

Wang Xiulian is picking and choosing Jiang Jiankang's barbecue. Jiang Jiankang is also picking and choosing his barbecue. Ji Yue looked at Zhang Guanghang's barbecue full of doubts. Zhang Guanghang was full of doubts while grilling.

Peng Changping has raised the evaluation standard of barbecue by himself.

Only Sang Ming is the exception. He is touting his sister crazy WeChat to toast how delicious the barbecue he had just eaten. After sending WeChat, he even wants to send a circle of friends.

Now Sang Mingzheng is pulling people around and asked who just took the picture.

Everyone was busy eating just now, who remembers taking pictures.

Jiang Feng took it.

Jiang Feng raised his phone and waved at Sang Ming: "I took a picture."

Sang Ming suddenly happily ran towards Jiang Feng like a running pony, smiling and said: "Little boss, will our team building be like this in the future?"

Jiang Feng :?

you are dreaming?

Jiang Feng did not reply, and sent the photo to Sang Ming.

"By the way, little boss, who was the chef who helped us barbecue? Was it the barbecue chef you hired from outside? The barbecue he made was really delicious. I have never eaten it in my life. Such a delicious barbecue, really! I think the teacher is quite old. Is he a particularly famous barbecue chef? Do you know what his name is? I can bring his name when I send my friends circle "Sang Ming's mouth fired a series of bullet-like questions at Jiang Feng like a machine gun."

"The master just now was Peng Changping." Jiang Feng said.

"Who is Peng Changping? Is it a particularly famous barbecue master?" Sang Ming asked.

Jiang Feng: ...

He forgot, Sang Ming is a person who doesn't even know Wharton, how could he know who Peng Changping is?

"Do you know the famous chef?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Yes." Sang Ming nodded. Although he doesn't know who is on the celebrity chef list, he still knows the celebrity chef list, just like most people know the Forbes leaderboard but not the top 10 on the leaderboard.

Whoever he is, I can't get on anyway.

"Master Peng is the heir of Tan Jiacai and the master of the top chef list today. And he was n’t the one I invited. He just went to eat in Yonghe opposite today. Let ’s take a look." Jiang Feng said .

Sang Ming's eyes widened, and Jiang Feng's surprise wow sounded as expected.

Then Sang Ming started to edit the circle of friends, and he handed the phone to Jiang Feng halfway through the editing: "Little boss, please help me to see, are these three words by Master Peng Changping?"

Jiang Feng: ...

Do n’t think I do n’t know, you do n’t care who Peng Changping is at all, you just want to send a circle of friends.

Zheng Siyuan ’s birthday peach was delivered at the latest. It ’s not so much a birthday peach as a birthday bun. It ’s a small one, the size of a slap. It looks very delicate and cute. From a distance, it looks like a little peach.

Zheng Siyuan is called flash delivery. Shou peach is still warm when delivered. It feels soft when pinched. The bean paste filling is slightly sweet, the noodles are very soft, and the entrance is not too sweet. For Jiang Feng who had a barbecue for the night, eating such a small and exquisite, sweet and moderately sweet but unexpectedly smooth peach at the end of the dinner was a treat.

There are not many birthday peaches, and there is no way to be one person. Except for Jiang Feng and a few people who have eaten the whole, everyone is divided, and it is all a joy to taste.

The benefits of eating at other people ’s restaurants are probably that you do n’t need to clean up after you eat, and you can leave after eating to experience the pleasure of customer consumption.

After returning home, Jiang Feng suddenly began to taste Peng Changping's lamb skewers, probably because this was the first skewer of Peng Changping grilled by Jiang Feng. The stunning moment at the entrance was irreplaceable by other skewers.

Aftertastes Aftertaste Jiang Feng suddenly became a little hungry. Although it is already full, the hunger caused by this sudden greedy cannot be resolved. Jiang Feng remembered that when he cooked noodles in the morning, he seemed to have a little noodles left, which was not enough for a bowl. If he cooks it now, he puts an egg on it, sprinkles a little green onion, and drizzles with sesame oil, it should be just enough to dissolve the appetite.

Because of his heart, Jiang Feng took off his coat and went into the kitchen to cook noodles.

Wu Minqi walked out of the room with the gift she had prepared for Jiang Feng, and saw Jiang Feng beating eggs.

"Feng Feng, are you not full?" Wu Minqi asked.

"I was full, just suddenly felt a little hungry, just left some noodles in the morning and simply cooked to eat." Jiang Feng noticed what Wu Minqi had, "What is this?"

Wu Minqi was a little tangled: "This is a gift I prepared for you."

"Gift?" Jiang Feng was a little surprised. If he remembered correctly, Wu Minqi gave him a pair of shoes a few hours ago.

"It's not a birthday gift, it's a anniversary gift." Wu Minqi spread out her hand, and Jiang Feng realized that it was an apron.

A style is very simple, white, with a maple word in the upper left corner, and a strange patterned apron in the lower right corner.

Jiang Feng stared at the strange pattern, and felt as if he were a person, a kind of abstract person with a Picasso style.

If you look closely, it should be a man.

"What is this?" Jiang Feng pointed at the Picasso-style abstract villain on the apron.

"you."

Jiang Feng :?

? ?

? ? ?

"I ordered this apron online." Wu Minqi was a little embarrassed. "Actually, I didn't draw it at first. Their apron said that it can be DIY, as long as I send them the words and patterns I want, They can get it out for me. "

"I originally wanted Ji Yue to paint for me, but then I thought I had to paint it myself as a gift. UU reading books www.uukanshu.com When I painted it, it was not like this. Although it was not good-looking, it looked pretty good Normal, because I also asked Ji Yue how to paint. She taught me a little. I do n’t know why it was sent this kind of thing. I want to return the goods and ask them to redo it for me, but it ’s too late. I originally prepared I did n’t send it like this, but you made that bowl of noodles for me again this morning. I do n’t think it ’s good to not send it, but if I do, I think ... ”Wu Minqi said the lower the voice, the faster she spoke Quickly, make simple words into broken thoughts.

Jiang Feng suddenly felt that he could see the look of her family Wu, even if his q version of the image became a Picasso-style villain.

At least ... it looks very artistic.

Jiang Feng took the apron in Wu Minqi's hands, wrapped him around himself, and looked down.

"Is there an artistic atmosphere?" Jiang Feng wanted to revitalize the atmosphere.

"Poof." Wu Minqi couldn't hold back.

Her family Feng Feng is so cute.

Is cute even in the trash can.