Life is a Game

Manager Han couldn't help but glance at the vegetable dumpling in his hand.

It is a very common vegetable dumpling. The method of adding pickled vegetables is exactly the same as when I was a child, except that the noodles are rougher when I was a child, and rice bran and rice paste are also added. It is best to add a bunch of wild vegetables to make soup. Three meals a day eat them all.

Most importantly, this vegetable dumpling reminded him of his long-dead grandmother.

The daughter of a cook, the best dish in her life is vegetable dumplings.

"Which little classmate made this pickled vegetable dumpling?" School Manager Han couldn't help asking.

...

The little classmate who made pickled vegetable dumplings is now being so spicy by the spicy chicken.

Jiang Feng no longer remembered how many glasses of water he drank, it was basically a sip of water for a piece of meat, and tears were about to flow out of his eyes from the heat.

Jiang Feng even felt that his mouth was swollen.

When I touched it, it seemed to be really swollen.

As a native of Sichuan, Wu Minqi couldn't understand how Jiang Feng could be made into such a look by the mere spicy chicken. She even used fresh chili peppers that she didn't even use dried chili peppers to take care of elementary school students who couldn't eat spicy food. Sprinkled a handful of peppercorns.

In the first 20 years of Jiang Feng's life, the hottest food he ever ate was the lamb kebabs that Chen Xiuxiu took him to eat in the alley when he was in high school. Later, he went to the hospital for two days because of unclean vomiting and diarrhea. But compared to Wu Minqi's spicy chicken, those skewers of mutton skewers that were so spicy that Jiang Feng could take a breath were nothing.

For the first time, Jiang Feng realized deeply that he really couldn't eat spicy food.

Even though he was turned into a sausage mouth, Jiang Feng still ate all the food on the plate.

"Shall we make dinner later?" After eating, Wu Minqi sat on her seat, eager to try.

Unlike Jiang Feng, she could practice in her own shop every day. Since she was in college, except for the occasional vacation when she came home to help out in the kitchen, this was the first time she had cooked in City A.

Jiang Feng could tell that Wu Minqi was itching.

But he broke Wu Minqi's bucket of cold water: "Don't care about dinner."

Wu Minqi's face was full of regret.

"Hello, president, the shop is open at the school, and you can stay in the back kitchen at any time." Wu Minqi said enviously.

Thinking about the taste of the food he ate just now, Jiang Feng suddenly had an idea.

"You... Do you usually have a lot of classes?" Jiang Feng knew that Wu Minqi was studying food nutrition. The major sounded very watery, but the courses were not watery at all, and the heavy workload belonged to engineering.

"I don't go there very often." Wu Minqi skipped class quite confidently, "At first I thought I was majoring in ingredients, but I didn't expect to be majoring in chemistry."

Jiang Feng: ...

As we all know, one should go to the East to learn ingredients.

"Ahem, if you run away... If you don't have much class, why don't you come to our store to help out. You can use the back kitchen. I have four stoves in the back kitchen," Jiang Feng said.

There is also a lack of a Sichuan chef.

Jiang Jiankang's appetite for sweet and spicy dishes does not exist.

If you find a spicy word on the menu, you will lose to a healthy stir-fry restaurant.

Wu Minqi's eyes lit up immediately: "Your kitchen can still use it casually?!"

"It can only be used after the customer orders."

"That's fine too!" Wu Minqi was going crazy thinking about cooking during this time.

There will be no holidays after the National Day this semester. Before today, Wu Minqi hadn't touched a kitchen knife or pot for almost three months. At night, she slept and dreamed of shredded radishes.

In a sense, she is a culinary idiot.

"Come when you are free." Jiang Feng never mentioned the salary.

Wu Minqi didn't realize that Jiang Feng actually invited her to be a chef in the restaurant, and even thanked Jiang Feng for providing her with a place to practice cooking. After all, she didn't get paid when she helped in Wu's restaurant.

Besides, she is not short of money. Although Mr. Wu has strict requirements on the culinary skills of the juniors, he has always been generous in money, as long as it does not involve pornography, gambling and drug money, he can spend it freely.

After reaching an amicable agreement, the two began to sway.

In the afternoon, there will be students from the Music and Dance Academy, who are good at singing and dancing, performing for the widowed elderly. Jiang Feng decided to get a good seat early. On weekdays, tickets for any event held by the Music and Dance Academy have to be robbed. It is good if the chess club can get two tickets, and they are all the ones at the outermost door. Jiang Feng has been there once, and even the dancers on the stage Miss Sister's face was not seen clearly.

This time, Jiang Feng decided to fish for a seat!

Before Jiang Feng could find out where the performance hall was, he was dragged away by the powerful Mr. Chen who appeared out of nowhere.

"Schoolmaster Han is looking for you!" Teacher Chen dragged Jiang Feng to the performance hall.

Coincidentally, Manager Han is in the performance hall.

"What Manager Han?" Jiang Feng knew nothing about the internal personnel structure of Chenfeng Primary School.

"Mr. Han is one of the five directors of our school. He wants to talk to you about the vegetable dumplings you made at noon today." Teacher Chen only knows so much.

Jiang Feng was startled.

No way, the stomachs of rich people are so expensive these days, do you get sick after eating pickled vegetable dumplings?

It's all fine grains, no coarse grains!

Jiang Feng anxiously followed Mr. Chen to the performance hall.

Everyone is decorating the venue. In fact, a group of primary school students are putting flowers on the seats, and pasting decorations made of plastic and ribbons on the walls. Those decorations are ugly and they are handmade by everyone.

I don't see any students from University A, they are probably preparing in the background.

Jiang Feng heard that the students performing at the School of Music and Dance had rehearsed for several weeks for this, and they took it very seriously.

Only people like Jiang Feng who didn't care about the activities came to know that the location of the volunteer activity was Chenfeng Primary School, and Liu Qian knew about it three days earlier than him.

Manager Han is on the second floor.

Teacher Chen brought them here and left consciously. On the second floor, there were only two people, School Manager Han and Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng couldn't help being a little nervous, but looking at the smiling and kind face of the school manager Han, he didn't look like he was looking for trouble after eating a bad stomach. At the same time, he also wondered what the school manager of a private aristocratic elementary school asked him, a student from a university, to do. .

The most important thing was that Jiang Feng looked familiar to the school manager Han in front of him.

It seems that I have seen him in person or in pictures some time ago.

Could it be... a customer in the store?

Has the customer class of healthy stir-fry restaurants risen to such heights?

"Student Xiao Jiang." School Manager Han said, "Don't be nervous, I came to you because I have something to ask you."

"Ding."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

What happened to the game ding? ? ?

Talk, you obviously have customer service and you have received feedback from players, you have the ability to update and you have the ability to finish the next sentence!

The game doesn't respond.

"That... Han... Mr. Han, have we met somewhere?" Jiang Feng felt that he was not a student of Chenfeng Elementary School, and it seemed a bit awkward to call the school manager Han the school manager, but he really liked the school manager Han more and more. Dong felt that he looked more and more familiar.

Director Han was stunned for a moment, then smiled randomly: "Student Xiaojiang may have seen my photo, but forgot to introduce himself. I am Han Guishan."

Han Guishan!

Good taste boss!

Jiang Feng knew why Han Guishan looked familiar to him. He visited Haowei's official website when he was searching for competitions this morning, and Han Guishan's photo was on the official website.

and……

Compared with the real person, the photos seem to have been p.

The eyes are bigger, and the face is whitened and thinned.

"Excuse me, is there anything Mr. Han can do for me?" Jiang Feng asked. He didn't think the boss of Haowei needed his help.

"It's like this. I had the honor to taste the pickled vegetable dumplings made by Xiao Jiang at noon today. I think the meaning of recalling bitterness and sweetness is very good. I want to carry out educational activities of recalling bitterness and sweetness in the company, so I would like to invite you Help me make a batch of pickled vegetable dumpling like today." Han Guishan said.

Jiang Feng was speechless.

The idea of ​​this old-fashioned boss is really different. After eating a vegetable dumpling, he can even think of carrying out educational activities in the company.

But the pickled vegetable dumpling belongs to the game menu. Jiang Feng can only make 60 a day, so he refused: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, I can only make 60 pickled vegetable dumplings at most a day, which may not meet your requirements."

"Sixty is enough, and ten a day is enough." Han Guishan said, seeing Jiang Feng's slightly surprised eyes, he explained, "I want to start this activity slowly, starting from the top management of the company."

Jiang Feng: ...

This Boss Han is indeed a very thoughtful boss, his thoughts and brain circuits are completely different from normal people.

"Ten a day is no problem at all, what do you think of a group of six, and two groups of twelve a day?" Jiang Feng said.

"Besides, I have an unfeeling request, can I invite Xiao Jiang to come to my house to make these pickled vegetable gardens?" Han Guishan continued.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

What's wrong with this Boss Han, he got into a fight with pickled vegetable dumplings?

"It's like this. I want to learn this dish first, and make it for my son after a while. That kid has been spoiled since he was a child, so he should suffer a little bit. The price is not a problem, and classmate Xiao Jiang will make a special trip. What do you think of the salary of one thousand a day?" Han Guishan asked.

one thousand!

Billionaire Jiang Feng was overwhelmed by Han Guishan's generosity on the spot.

Although Boss Han's brain circuit is relatively clear and his ideas are unique, but he is very generous! At the beginning, Jiang Feng just wanted to sell the lion for six yuan a piece, which could be bargained for, but Han Guishan didn't expect that Han Guishan would directly offer a price of one thousand yuan.

You can buy 12 vegetable dumplings for 1,000 yuan, and you can't buy any dumplings.

Jiang Feng agreed on the spot.

Then I got Han Guishan's WeChat.

When Jiang Feng went downstairs, he was a little flustered.

This feeling was like money falling from the sky, no one would throw it at Jiang Feng, and even the wind blowing towards him was fanned with Ruanmei coins.

When Jiang Feng floated to the door, he was caught by the sharp-eyed student council officer.

"Jiang Feng, why did you go to the second floor? By the way, what about your show? You didn't sign up for the show." The secretary of the student union held a small book in his left hand and a pen in his right.

"Program, what program?" Jiang Feng's mind, which had been dazzled by money, cleared up a little.

"For the performance in the afternoon, each club must produce one. Didn't the student union send you a text message last week? Didn't you receive it?" asked the student union secretary.

Jiang Feng took out his mobile phone, searched for a long time, and finally found the notice sent by the student union last week in the intercepted text messages.

As for why the student council officer's number was blocked...

Jiang Feng looked at the sky silently.

"Perform...Perform..." Jiang Feng really couldn't think of any special skills he could do besides eating, sleeping and cooking, so he simply smashed the pot and said, "I will perform chopping vegetables."

"Huh? Cut vegetables?" The student council officer was dumbfounded.

"Yes, chop vegetables!"