Life is a Game

Chapter Three Shooting Cucumbers

After discovering a way to gain experience points, Jiang Feng began to feel a little anxious about the position of the head chef.

The Naihe kitchen is Comrade Jiang Jiankang's domain. He is the king of the back kitchen. From small paring knives, boning knives, and fruit knives to large iron pans, chopping boards, and gas stoves, they are all his servants. The possibility of Jiang Feng trying to plot rebellion under his nose is almost zero.

It took a whole day for Jiang Feng to find a chance to go to the back kitchen to cook a bowl of seaweed egg soup. This was a time when Comrade Jiang Jiankang was very busy, otherwise Jiang Feng wouldn't even be able to take the blame.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the shop closed. Comrades Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian cleaned up the kitchen, and drove Jiang Feng home early as usual.

Before leaving, Jiang Feng took two cucumbers from the back kitchen.

A well-behaved cucumber, this adjective is a bit too mediocre. Jiang Feng felt that since he had been making cucumbers for Chen Xiuxiu since he was a child, and had practiced hard on this dish for decades, this evaluation must at least be complete in color, fragrance, and unique.

The cucumbers that Chen Xiuxiu ate were enough to wipe out a cucumber family in an orchard.

Back home, Jiang Feng stood in the kitchen and carefully looked at the two cucumbers that came from Wang Xiulian.

One fat and one thin, one tall and one short, the surface is rough, and on the yellow-green skin there are many scars from Comrade Wang Xiulian's violent cleaning.

Shooting cucumbers... how to shoot?

Jiang Feng, who had smashed countless cucumbers and seen all the fat, swallows and skinny people, fell into a daze.

How else can I shoot cucumbers? Do I want to sink my qi into my dantian like a martial arts novel, use my true qi to probe the internal structure of the cucumber, take out the legendary kitchen knife, use a little skill, and rotate the back of the knife while shooting...

Forget it, he couldn't make it up.

Take out the kitchen knife, put the cucumber on the cutting board, and crack it.

There is no refreshing fragrance, no attractive color, and no glow.

Cucumbers are still cucumbers, just smashed.

Pour vinegar, drip chili oil, and take two plates of cucumbers to complete.

The vinegar was brewed by Comrade Jiang Weiguo himself, and the chili oil was made by Comrade Jiang Jiankang himself.

【An unremarkable cucumber shot】

[Slapping cucumbers with too much vinegar]

Jiang Feng: ...

Although I don't know why I can see the notes at home, these two notes are obviously very unpleasant.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Feng knocked on the door next door with the plate of cucumbers with too much vinegar.

Five minutes ago, Comrade Wang Xiulian, who came back from cleaning up the kitchen, strongly condemned Jiang Feng's behavior of wasting food by taking pictures of cucumbers at night. The plate was sent to the next door for Chen Xiuxiu to eat.

"Isn't Xiuxiu's child the favorite to eat cucumber? When you were young, you put so much vinegar in that cucumber, she ate it clean!"

Jiang Feng suspected that with Comrade Wang Xiulian's loud voice, Chen Xiuxiu next door could hear him clearly.

When Chen Xiuxiu opened the door, she was obviously taken aback when she saw Jiang Feng holding a plate of cucumbers.

"Do you want to eat?" This sentence has appeared in countless conversations between them.

"Eat." Chen Xiuxiu subconsciously said.

Chen Duxiu was not at home, but this was a common occurrence. As long as Jiang Feng could remember, he had been on business trips every three days.

Jiang Feng patted the cucumbers and put them on the dining table. There was a bowl of cold porridge in the fly-proof cover on the table, and there were no side dishes.

And it's a bowl that doesn't look very good, it looks like a mush, like some burnt porridge.

Jiang Feng frowned and asked, "Did you not have dinner?"

"I can't eat it." Chen Xiuxiu looked disgusted.

Seeing her appearance, Jiang Feng walked straight into the kitchen without saying a word.

Compared with Jiang's kitchen, which is comparable to the back kitchen of a hotel, Chen Xiuxiu's kitchen is much simpler. Two kitchen knives and a chopping board were a little damp and cracked, a pot, a salt shaker, a small pot of oil, and no other seasonings could be found.

"You want to cook?" Chen Xiuxiu didn't stop him, and smiled sarcastically, "I have nothing at home, only a pot, a bag of rice, and meal replacement powder."

Sure enough, when I opened the refrigerator, it was empty except for beer.

"Oh, yes, there is also the old man's beer." Chen Xiuxiu looked at him, "Your family's ingredients should be all in the shop, I just need to heat up this bowl of porridge when I want to eat."

This sentence from Chen Xiuxiu's mouth was enough to shock all the stall owners who had been patronized by her.

With the mouth that Chen Xiuxiu was fed by Comrade Jiang Jiankang when he was a child, how could he eat a bowl of failed sticky and slightly burnt porridge.

"I'll make you some white porridge." Jiang Feng also knew that cooking was impossible, so he turned his attention to the only edible rice in the kitchen.

Chen Xiuxiu sat on a chair and watched Jiang Feng cook the porridge quietly.

The Jiang family doesn't like porridge, and they don't know how to drink plain porridge if they want to drink it. At least fresh shrimp porridge, beef porridge, this kind of porridge can make people feel the beauty of meat. It is impossible for bland porridge to appear on the Jiang family's dining table.

The key to making porridge is to grasp the ratio of rice to water, grasp the timing of the heat change, stir evenly, so that the rice grains are plump and thick.

Of course, Jiang Feng couldn't do all of this.

All he could do was cook a bowl of bland porridge that one thought was possible to drink and would not kill anyone.

"Have we not seen each other for a long time?" Chen Xiuxiu said suddenly.

"Well, almost a year. We haven't seen each other since you went to college." Jiang Feng thought about it carefully.

"Did you almost recognize me when you saw me at noon today? I'm so fat... Inhuman shape, like a meatball." Chen Xiuxiu said, looking at her arm.

"You are not fat at all." Jiang Feng said while stirring the pot, "At least in my parents' eyes, you are not fat at all."

The Jiang family's definition of fat is that anyone weighing less than 200 jin is not considered fat, but only strong.

Chen Xiuxiu burst out laughing: "That's right, you are the only ones who don't think I'm fat."

"Dieting to lose weight hurts the body, that's what you said," Jiang Feng said.

When she was in high school, every time Chen Xiuxiu went to eat at Jiang Feng’s small restaurant after school, she always ate meat and said with a smile: “I also know that eating too much meat makes me fat, but my appetite is so big, dieting to lose weight hurts my body a lot.” !"

"I know."

"I also wanted to exercise to lose weight at the beginning, but it was really too difficult. You can't imagine how difficult it is for a 170-pound fat man to run around the track and field. Dieting is so simple, just buy emetic medicine, throw up and lose weight .”

"I no longer need to go to a specific clothing store to buy clothes, and no one will look at me strangely when I walk on the road. Later, I don't even need to use emetic medicine, and I will naturally feel sick when I see greasy and meaty things. How good it is."

Jiang Feng had no way to make a comment. The Jiang family has never been short of fat people, and all of them are fat people who can beat ten. , more is to look at the big man in front of him dodging away.

Jiang Feng could only cook porridge in silence.

Soon, a pot of plain porridge was ready.

【A bowl of white porridge with acceptable taste】

This is the game's highest compliment to Jiang Feng's current dishes.

Bringing the porridge to Chen Xiuxiu, Chen Xiuxiu's face was full of rejection.

She doesn't want to eat anything, and she would like to never eat anything again.

But she couldn't refuse Jiang Feng's kindness.

The porridge was still steaming, so Chen Xiuxiu picked up the chopsticks and picked up the smallest piece of cucumber.

"Gada."

"Ding, get 10 experience points."

"Delicious." Chen Xiuxiu said in a low voice.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?