Life is a Game

Jiang Feng had a good look at Wang Hao's long essay in the evening. His sentences and words were so nasty, and the intention of flattery was so obvious that he was embarrassed to give a thumbs up.

In the end, I accidentally slipped my hand and clicked a like.

Jiang Jiankang has already booked suppliers of vegetables and poultry meat. The original plan was to open the day after tomorrow, but everything is going well now, and it will open normally at noon tomorrow.

Jiang Feng thought for a while and edited a circle of friends.

Food Street East Road Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant will open tomorrow as a bonus, students of University A can enjoy a 10% discount on food by presenting the CD.

Shut down and go to sleep.

There is another tough battle to fight tomorrow.

On the first day a new store opens, there is usually a lot of traffic.

Jiang Jiankang personally hung up the big red signboard and successfully destroyed more than half of Jiang Zaide's store design.

Whether it is out of curiosity or because of the cheapness of the special price for the opening of the new store, there will be new customers stepping into the new store.

Early the next morning, Jiang Feng went to the store to help wash and cut vegetables. Wang Hao knew that Jiang Feng's store did not employ anyone, and was afraid that they would be too busy, so he volunteered to help.

Prices in City A are expensive, and the prices of dishes in healthy stir-fried restaurants are not cheap. Ordinary dishes are 30% more expensive than those in the surrounding small restaurants, and big dishes like pork knuckle are even the same price as ordinary restaurants.

Comrade Jiang Jiankang never expected that someone would order a big dish on the first day. The whole family was busy in the kitchen, preparing some commonly used ingredients for stir-frying rice.

Comrade Wang Xiulian washed the vegetables, Wang Hao helped her, Jiang Feng and Jiang Jiankang were in charge of cutting the vegetables, and the division of labor was orderly.

Slice green onions, cut shallots into chopped green onions, peel and smash garlic cloves, shred carrots, slice cucumbers, slice white radishes, chop green peppers...

Different dishes use different knives. Vegetables and meat dishes should not be cut with the same knife, and those with conflicting tastes should not be used with the same knife. This is the Jiang family's habit of cutting vegetables. An ordinary chef only needs one or two knives that are handy. Jiang Jiankang has more than a dozen, and Jiang Weiguo has a row of special knife holders.

In the words of Jiang Feng's grandma Liu Lianhua, it's just blindfolded.

It's indeed blind and exquisite, but in the eyes of Wang Hao, a layman, it is the demeanor of a master.

Jiang Feng was in charge of the vegetables, and Jiang Jiankang was in charge of cutting the meat. The father and son had the same sword skills, each with their own advantages and disadvantages, but in Wang Hao's view, they were all the same, stable, accurate and fast. Boom, boom, boom, and soon the father and son piled up ingredients as high as a hill on the plate next to the cutting board.

Wang Hao took out his mobile phone to take a video and sent it to Moments as the last publicity before the opening.

In Jiang Feng's mind, the notification sound of the game kept ringing.

"Ding, get 1 point of knife proficiency."

"Ding, get 1 point of knife proficiency."

"Ding, get 1 point of knife proficiency."

...

If this was a game interface, the words proficiency +1+1+1 would have flowed out of Jiang Feng's head at this time.

At ten o'clock, it officially opens for business.

Jiang Feng put up a sign at the door to announce the opening of the new store, and each customer will be given a cup of sour plum soup upon arrival.

Comrade Jiang Jiankang cooked the sour plum soup last night. The black plum, hawthorn, tangerine peel, licorice, and osmanthus are all the best ingredients. They are chilled in the refrigerator overnight, which is the most refreshing and refreshing.

The guests at the first table were Jiang Feng's classmates from the club.

Only 4 people from Jiang Feng's chess club returned to school early, and all of them came, and 2 of them ate the coir raincoat cucumber made by Jiang Feng yesterday.

The 4 people deliberately chose a table for 4 near the door, so that people outside can see that there are customers in the store.

The menus are all on the wall, and the prices are marked behind the names of the dishes. When the four of them looked at the menu and the prices of the dishes, they all hesitated.

This price is really a bit expensive.

"Brother Feng." Qiu Chen and Jiang Feng have the best relationship, and they don't have so many worries when talking, "Even if uncle and aunt borrowed a lot of money to open the shop, but the price of vegetables is so expensive, maybe..."

"Based on Uncle Jiang's craftsmanship, this dish is cheap enough." Wang Hao brought out 4 cups of sour plum soup from the back kitchen. The sour plum soup was just taken out of the refrigerator and was still cold.

In the transparent glass, the sour plum soup is extremely thick brown, which is very attractive just by looking at it.

There was still sour plum soup on the corner of Wang Hao's mouth that was not wiped clean.

Knowing that he would definitely guard against himself, Jiang Feng asked, "How many drinks?"

"Not much, just two cups." Wang Hao put four cups of sour plum soup on the table with a smile, "I just wanted to taste it, but I couldn't control it."

"Drink less, just take it out of the refrigerator, be careful not to spoil your stomach," Jiang Feng instructed.

The four people who came to join us picked up the sour plum soup and took a sip.

Cool and refreshing, with a hint of smokiness, just the right amount of sweet and sour, not too much and not too little.

The 4 people gurgled, and soon a cup of sour plum soup was eaten. At first, I was still somewhat dissatisfied with the price of the vegetables, but as the sour plum soup slid down the esophagus into the stomach, these dissatisfaction disappeared.

The sour plum soup just as a drink is so delicious, what about other dishes?

"Brother Feng, how much is this sour plum soup? Another cup!" Jiang Feng's junior Liu Zixuan asked impatiently.

"15 cups." Afraid that he would think it was too expensive, Jiang Feng explained, "My dad boiled sour plum soup for more than 2 hours last night, and he felt sorry for the cheap price."

"Not expensive, not expensive." Liu Zixuan shook like a rattle.

The other three finished the sour plum soup in their hands, and they also expressed their desire for another cup.

Four cups of sour plum soup were sold before the opening, which was beyond Jiang Feng's expectation.

The 4 people ordered 4 dishes, except for the Kung Pao Chicken recommended by Jiang Feng, Qiu Chen ordered sweet and sour pork tenderloin, Liu Zixuan ordered Guotao tofu, and the other two ordered chili fried pork after a discussion.

The total of four dishes is 120 yuan, the rice is free, and the sour plum soup is 180 yuan, which is a sky-high price near A University.

There was Zhuyu with sour plum soup in front, and the four of them had no dissatisfaction. They held the sour plum soup like a baby, and sipped it in small sips.

Jiang Feng was only willing to sell them two cups per person, each of them was extremely precious, and every sip was one less sip.

Jiang Feng went to the back kitchen to help, and Wang Hao stayed here to brag to them, describing the deliciousness of the dishes last night, how delicious the lion's head was, and how soft the stewed elbow was. The four of them were salivating, hating themselves for ordering just now How come there is no atmosphere at the time.

Wait, the lion head seems to be sold separately.

Qiu Chen ran to the menu board and found the menu board of Lion's Head.

20 yuan each.

The four proudly added four more lion heads.

A few minutes later, Jiang Feng came out of the back kitchen with a plate of Kung Pao Chicken that Jiang Jiankang was playing normally.

The chopsticks of the four of them reached out to Kung Pao Chicken.

Everyone quickly abandoned the sour plum soup and listed Kung Pao Chicken as their new favorite.

Soon, another pair of young lovers who entered the store by mistake came.

Walking to the menu and looking at it, the girl couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice, "It's so expensive!"

The boy's complexion was not very good, and he asked in a low voice, "Let's go?"

"Let's go." The girl grabbed her boyfriend's sleeve and was about to leave.

The table for the four of Liu Chen was right in front of the store. When the couple passed by, the boy suddenly smelled the aroma of vegetables.

It smells so good.

It smells a bit sweet.

The boy turned his head to see the four of them eating a plate of dish with great enjoyment.

"Student, what are you eating?" the boy asked.

"Kung Pao Chicken." Qiu Chen answered vaguely with meat in his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" The boy swallowed involuntarily.

Qiu Chen didn't have time to answer. Facing the three animals, he would eat less if he said a word, so he could only nod perfunctorily.

Actions speak for themselves.

"Why don't we just order Kung Pao Chicken?" The boy's position began to waver.

The girl was not interested in Kung Pao Chicken, but since her boyfriend wanted to eat it, she didn't stop her, and nodded reluctantly.

At this moment, Jiang Feng came out with a sweet and sour pork loin.

The tenderloin was deep-fried until golden, the sweet and sour sauce was carefully thickened, and Jiang Jiankang poured a carefully prepared broth, which was rich in fragrance.

Gudu, the girl swallowed.

"Add sweet and sour pork." The girl went to sit by the window and made a final decision.