Life is a Game

The decoration and layout of the new store were better than Jiang Jiankang's imagination. He was still a little frustrated, so he immediately left his son with high spirits, and took Comrade Wang Xiulian to a nearby farmers' market to find out the situation.

With such a large store, the supply of ingredients has to be carefully selected.

Jiang Feng, who was abandoned by his parents, went back to the dormitory with Wang Hao as usual.

"Brother Feng, I just saw a willow leaf jelly dish in clear soup on the menu on the first floor. What kind of dish is that?" Wang Hao asked curiously.

"My dad doesn't know how to cook the dishes that my dad used to support the scene." Jiang Feng said, seeing that Wang Hao was a little dazed, he explained to him, "That dish uses white bird's nest as the main food, and my dad can only talk about it on paper. Not at all, except my grandfather used to do it when he was a chef in a state-owned restaurant."

Wang Hao suddenly said: "No wonder you cook so well, it's a family tradition."

When he walked to the school's supermarket, Jiang Feng stopped suddenly.

"Do you want to eat the coir raincoat cucumber?"

He has dried chili and chili oil in his bag.

Wang Hao is also famous for his love of food, so cooking for him must give him a lot of experience points. If he waited until he tasted Comrade Jiang Jiankang's cooking tonight before cooking for him, it might not be as easy to fool as before.

Of course Wang Hao knew about cucumbers in coir raincoats: "Brother Feng, you still have this hand? Walk around, there are cucumbers in the supermarket. When you finish them, I'll post them on Moments to kill those guys next door."

Jiang Feng's eyes lit up: "Have they all come to school?"

"They all came in advance to welcome the new year. The group of animals are all here. Brother Feng, we have to close the door tightly. They smelled the pork ribs last time and didn't give me a bite." Wang Hao said with a smile.

"It's okay, cut a few more, you go and ask them if they want to eat it." Of course Jiang Feng didn't refuse, these people seemed to him to be worthless experience points!

Now that Jiang Feng had said it all, Wang Hao took out his mobile phone and asked everyone in the wechat group, and sure enough, he got enthusiastic responses from all the boys who returned to school early.

Jiang Feng bought ten cucumbers.

The cucumbers in the school supermarket are not very fresh, and it looks like they have been ripened. The quality was not good, so he didn't bother to choose. He took a ten that looked passable, and went to the cashier to check out after weighing himself.

Seeing that he bought ten cucumbers, the cashier gave him a few extra glances.

"Don't buy vegetables at school, they are all produced by hormones." Maybe because Jiang Feng looks good, the aunt reminded me, "There is a small vegetable market behind the wholesale market, many of which are grown by themselves. Yes, no pesticides, but fresh."

"Thank you, auntie." Jiang Feng thanked him sweetly, took out his phone and told Comrade Jiang Jiankang the news.

Wang Hao was waiting for Jiang Feng at the entrance of the supermarket. When he saw him bring out a big bag of cucumbers, he was surprised and asked, "Brother Feng, I remember that there seems to be no kitchen knife in our dormitory, right?"

There was only a sharp fruit knife in the dormitory, which was why Jiang Feng usually didn't want to cook in the dormitory. It takes a long time to cut a piece of meat with a fruit knife, which is troublesome.

"A fruit knife will do," Jiang Feng said.

Coir raincoat cucumbers rely on knife skills, and the ingredients are secondary. Each family has its own taste, and there is no difference after all.

As for knife work.

With such basic knife skills, Jiang Feng could cut a whole cucumber in coir raincoat since the fifth grade of elementary school.

The dormitory was on the fifth floor. When Jiang Feng walked up to the fifth floor with a bag of seasonings and a bag of cucumbers, he almost thought he had gone to the wrong dormitory building.

From behind the stairs to 501, there are crowds of people, tall, short, fat, and thin. At a glance, there are at least a dozen people.

I don't know, I thought it was a group fight here to block people.

"Damn, I just said that you are all here." Seeing this situation, Wang Hao couldn't help but swear.

There are Jiang Feng's classmates, some from the same department, and some who often come to Wang Hao's canteen to buy things and often hang out in 501.

"Brother Feng's new store opened, we are here to support it!" Li Jianyi, a classmate, joked.

"My store will open the day after tomorrow, everyone remember to join us." Jiang Feng smiled, and Wang Hao opened the door and entered the dormitory.

The fruit knife was on Jiang Feng's table. Jiang Feng went to the balcony to wash the cucumbers and the fruit knife. Wang Hao quickly started to wipe the table. The plastic chopping board broke last semester, and I haven't bought a new one. If I want to cut cucumbers, I can only cut them on the table.

After washing the cucumbers, Jiang Feng picked up the knife and skillfully struck the edge of the knife obliquely and then straight, as if he was not holding a fruit knife but the magical knives in Xiaodangjia.

The eyes of those who stood at the door and came to support him all looked straight.

Jiang Feng's cooking skills are good, but only compared to the students of University a.

Find a bigger restaurant in city a, and grab a lot of chefs who are better than Jiang Feng.

These people had a good relationship with Jiang Feng, and after looking at Wang Hao's circle of friends, they thought that Jiang Feng's family had already reached a difficult point of living in debt in order to open a store, so they came to support Jiang Feng.

They all agreed to eat a few mouthfuls of cucumbers each, and give five or ten yuan to each person under the pretext of vegetable money, so as to save Jiang Feng from living in poverty when he just started school. The coir raincoat cucumber is not the point at all, but the support is the point.

But now, the people at the door couldn't help but stare at the fruit knife in Jiang Feng's hand.

Swipe, swipe, swipe.

The movement is fast, just like in a TV show.

501 Because I often cook hot pot in winter, I have to have a complete set of seasoning dishes. Jiang Feng took out two plates and made the sliced ​​cucumbers into a circle, added salt, sesame oil, and sugar, and took out the vinegar made by the old man himself, dried chili peppers and chili oil from the bag he brought back. .

In his early years, the old man had learned how to make vinegar from the sx vinegar master. In his opinion, most of the vinegar sold in the market now has no soul.

As soon as the jars of chili oil and vinegar are opened, the aroma comes out.

"Do you like sour or spicy food?" Jiang Feng first asked the people at the door.

“Spicy, spicy!”

"Sour, sour is good!"

"It's okay, it's okay."

The four people gave three kinds of answers. At this moment, they couldn't remember that they were here to cheer, and they only had those two plates of cucumbers in their eyes.

Jiang Feng added more dried chilies to each plate, which was the normal ratio.

Ten cucumbers seem like a lot, but it's not much if divided by more than a dozen people.

Wang Hao relied on his proximity to the water to get the moon first, and tried to monopolize one, but was severely condemned by the crowd and divided three quarters.

The chili oil made by the old man has great stamina. Several students who can’t eat spicy food almost burst into tears, and they are still fighting on the front line of grabbing food.

The door of 501 is full of hot and sour smell.

Originally, some people wanted to compliment the taste of cucumbers in a polite way, but all they saw were a few plates of vinegar with dried chili peppers floating on them.

The students who came down to take out the garbage on the sixth floor saw so many people gathered around the fifth floor, and the delicious hot and sour smell was still in the air, so they asked curiously, "What are you eating around here?"

"There's nothing to eat, nothing to eat, the vinegar is spilled and we'll help clean it up." Everyone said in unison, what if there is another food sharer.

Ten plates of coir raincoat cucumbers were swept away by the crowd like hungry wolves.

During the period, Jiang Feng listened to "Ding, get 111 experience points."

"Ding, get 167 experience points."

"Ding, get 109 experience points."

The mood is simply not too good.

After the meal was over, everyone began to rush to wash the dishes enthusiastically.

"Oh!" Jiang Feng's junior in the same department slapped his thigh with a look of sudden realization, "Brother Feng, I almost forgot to pay for the coir raincoat and cucumber, so I will scan the QR code on Brother Hao's bed and pay Brother Hao first." , Brother Hao, remember to give it to Brother Feng!"

"Oh, how did I forget!"

"Oh, look at my memory, Haozi, I'll give you the money too."

Everyone looked suddenly enlightened, and Jiang Feng was too embarrassed to expose them for their poor acting skills.

The most important thing is that everyone ran away after paying, which was too deliberate.

Wang Hao was a little dazed looking at the series of money collection notifications on his mobile phone.

"When did they pay back the money they ate?"

Jiang Feng smiled, and began to pack up the seasonings: "It's not that you post false advertisements in Moments every day. They probably think I'm going to be too poor to eat."

Wang Hao: ...

"Then what to do with the money?"

"Put it away for now, and return it when they go to my store for a discounted meal," Jiang Feng said.

After tidying up his things, Jiang Feng specially picked out the seasoning and put it in a bag to take it to the store at night.

Wang Hao recalled the plate of cucumbers just now, and asked, "Brother Feng, how does your father's craftsmanship compare to that plate of cucumbers just now?"

Jiang Feng thought for a while, and said seriously: "The reason why the plate of cucumbers tasted so good just now is because they used vinegar and chili oil made by my grandpa, which are probably at the level of my dad's normal life."

"My dad's cooking tonight must be his specialty, and the level is definitely higher than that plate of cucumbers just now."

"Gudong."

Wang Hao swallowed involuntarily.