Life is a Game

Jiang Feng went to the vegetable market early in the morning to buy radishes. He picked and picked 50 to 60 catties of various varieties of radishes, and even asked the stall owner to lend him a small three-wheeler to ride to the store. After neatly stacking the radishes in the warehouse, Jiang Feng sent Han Guishan a wechat message to ask for the specific time and address for making pickled vegetable dumplings, and then began to happily pick radishes.

25 bucks, 25 bucks, 35 bucks, 35 bucks...

This is not a juicy radish, this is simply a white ticket!

Jiang Feng believed that as long as he insisted on carving radishes every day, day after day, and earning a thousand a day, he would be able to save more than three million in just over eight years.

That sounds really inspiring.

Jiang Jiankang has no objection to Jiang Feng's business. He has already made plans. He can save a lot of money when Jiang Feng graduates from university. Then he will sell the storefront of the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant, and the money to renovate Taifeng Building will be enough up. At that time, the five brothers worked together, Mr. Jiang and Jiang Feng's culinary skills should be successful, and they should find some small workers and cooks. Not only can the Jiang family revive the Taifeng Building, but the five brothers can live a happy life when they were young. The happy days of eating the dishes cooked by the old man every day.

As for the Taifeng building that the old man said belonged to Jiang Feng and he had to pay for the renovation, Jiang Jiankang didn't care at all.

He is Jiang Feng's father, and the father takes care of his son, and the father helps his son, isn't that justified?

As for whether the old man will smoke him...

Jiang Jiankang said that it is only natural for Lao Tzu to smoke his son.

After Jiang Feng finished carving the radish flower and the little yellow man, Wu Minqi also came to the shop to help. Last night, Jiang Jiankang rushed to order a lot of Sichuan cuisine menus overnight, and there were several more menus hanging in the store.

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Han Guishan sent the address, and it was scheduled for 7 o'clock this evening, No. 21, District A, Tianfu Garden.

Jiang Feng couldn't help being speechless. As expected of a good-tasting boss, the detached villas in District A of Tianfu Garden cost at least hundreds of millions.

With Wu Minqi helping in the back kitchen, Jiang Feng basically couldn't touch the pot, from the boiled pork slices to the hot and sour potato shreds, she would not let it go, except for Jiang Jiankang's specialty dishes like kung pao chicken, she would not dare With his fingers, he almost dominated the entire kitchen.

Jiang Feng simply concentrated on his own business of selling radish and carving, and developed businesses such as Pikachu and Kumamon. Naturally, prices have also risen. Pikachu is 40, Kumamon is 45, and the sales are surprisingly good. The number of radishes in the warehouse is reduced by half in one day. Not only that, but a girl majoring in art suggested that watermelon rind can be used to add color.

As expected of a girl majoring in art, she doesn't even think about where the watermelon rinds come from in the winter.

At six o'clock in the evening, Jiang Feng set off on time to take the subway to Tianfu Garden. Coincidentally, Han Guishan's grandmother was Li Sanya's daughter, the little girl named Xiaohua in Jiang Weiguo's memory, and Jiang Feng had told Jiang Feng the mission details.

[Precious Memories] Han Guishan's most unforgettable food is the pickled vegetable dumplings made by his grandmother Li Hua when he was young. Players are asked to make pickled vegetable dumplings that satisfy Han Guishan and can recall precious childhood memories.

Task reminder: Li Hua's pickled vegetable dumpling was taught by her mother Li Sanya, just follow the recipe to restore it.

Mission reward: A memory of Han Guishan.

This task was simply too easy for Jiang Feng. Pickled vegetable dumplings are not difficult to make. He has done it so many times, and his kneading skills have greatly improved. It was a breeze to wish for Li Sanya's pickled vegetable dumpling, not to mention that he brought a can of pickled vegetables personally pickled by Comrade Wang Xiulian. He was confident that he would be able to complete this side mission today.

Jiang Feng also saw that what Han Guishan said about carrying out activities for employees to recall bitterness and sweetness in batches was completely false, he just wanted to eat pickled vegetable dumplings!

Wanting to eat a pickled vegetable dumpling took so much effort to cover up and spend a lot of money, Jiang Feng could only lament that the brain circuits of rich people are different from ordinary people.

An ordinary citizen like him really can't understand the big brother's thoughts.

Thinking wildly, Jiang Feng arrived at the gate of Tianfu Garden.

The security guard at the door took the photo and looked at Jiang Feng several times to confirm that it was not someone else pretending to put him in. Jiang Feng felt a little guilty when he saw it, as if he really came to plot something wrong.

Area A of Tianfu Garden is full of single-family villas, with a quiet environment and a very high green area. The distance between houses is also large, and they will not interfere with each other.

Jiang Feng lamented how nice it is to be rich, and followed the navigation to find No. 21.

Han Guishan was waiting for Jiang Feng at home.

Seeing Jiang Feng coming, Han Guishan welcomed Jiang Feng in very enthusiastically, introduced him to the kitchen, and introduced the things he had prepared.

"Look, classmate Xiao Jiang, I don't know what kind of flour you like to use, so I asked someone to buy more cornmeal, I don't understand, and flour, I special first-class flour, special second-class flour, standard flour, Ordinary flour, high-gluten, medium-gluten and so on, I bought some, you see what is missing, if there is any shortage, I will ask someone to buy it now." Han Guishan pointed to a row of flour bags on the kitchen floor.

Jiang Feng: ...

It's too exaggerated, he just made a simple pickled vegetable dumpling, the kind that doesn't even make noodles.

"Enough, enough, cornmeal is enough." Jiang Feng said, and began to look at the cornmeal prepared by Han Guishan.

"There are also pickled vegetables. I bought more than a dozen kinds of pickled vegetables. Xiao Jiang, let's see which one is better." Han Guishan opened the cabinet, and there was a row of jars inside.

"There's no need for pickles. I brought pickles myself." Jiang Feng took the jar of pickles out of the plastic bag to show Han Guishan, and began to touch the cornflour.

I don’t know who is the person who bought the ingredients, but I can still buy pure cornmeal in the 21st century, or the retro version of cornmeal from the 1960s and 1970s that was crushed with corn cobs and ground into powder. Coarse grains in coarse grains.

Jiang Feng definitely can't use this kind of cornmeal to make pickled vegetable dumplings. Although Han Guishan misses the pickled vegetable dumplings made by his grandmother, if it is really made so authentically, it will cut people's throats, I am afraid that Han Guishan's good memories will become Terrible memories.

After picking out a fine cornmeal with a little flour added, Jiang Feng began to knead the dough.

The steps are very simple and proficient, after all, it has been done so many times.

When Jiang Feng was making it, Han Guishan was really watching from the sidelines, concentrating on it, just like a primary school student listening to a math teacher.

At 7:53, twelve pickled vegetable dumplings came out of the pan.

Qian Han Guishan forwarded the wechat message to Jiang Feng in the morning, and Jiang Feng put the pickled vegetable dumplings on two plates, but he still couldn't help asking, "Well, Mr. Han, have you had dinner yet?"

He came early today, around 6:40. Han Guishan was at home when he arrived, there was no cook, no food on the table, and there was not even a trace of a fire in the kitchen. Moreover, Jiang Feng only saw Han Guishan in such a large villa, not his wife and children, not even the cleaning aunt.

Jiang Feng felt that all this was too weird.

"The chef has asked for leave during this time. I ate in the company cafeteria." Han Guishan said.

Jiang Feng lamented in his heart that the big boss is still so close to the people, while leaving Han Guishan's house.

Seeing Jiang Feng go out, Han Guishan rushed upstairs and shouted: "Xiao Wang, ask someone to come down for dinner."

Mrs. Han Guishan, Wang Jing, and his son Han Youxin, who had been upstairs all the time, went downstairs. If Jiang Feng was still here, he would definitely recognize Han Youxin as the little fat man who stole two bowls of egg custard in the kitchen.

"Dad, why is dinner so late today? I'm starving to death." Han Youxin ran downstairs bouncing down the stairs, and was dumbfounded when he saw the twelve pickled vegetable dumplings on the table. He ran back shouting, shouting as he ran , "Mom, Mom, my dad abused me, he made me lose weight and let me eat grass dumplings!"

"What are you shouting about? When did your father abuse you?" Wang Jing is Han Youxin's sloppy wife. She started a business with him from nothing back then, and after so many years of life as a noble lady, she has cultivated a noble spirit. She scolded her son for howling. After a while, he dragged Han Youxin who was running up to go downstairs.

Looking at the dining table, Wang Jing was also dumbfounded.

"Old... Lao Han, recently... nothing happened to the company recently, right?" Wang Jing carefully chose her words, for fear of irritating Han Guishan.

Han Guishan has been rambling all day, giving the chef a holiday so that he won't use it sooner or later, and they are not allowed to come down at night. Could it be that the company has suffered some huge changes and has suffered some mental problems?

Wang Jing has been working hard to have a child these years, and Han Youxin has devoted herself to the child after she was born, and has not cared about the company's affairs for many years.

"What's the problem with the company, who are you listening to nonsense? Well, the stock price has risen a lot in the early days." Han Guishan devoted himself to the pickled vegetable dumpling, "I met a little friend yesterday who made pickled vegetables. The vegetable dumplings are exactly the same as those made by my grandma, I just invited him over to make twelve, you should eat them soon."

"Dad, you are abusing me!" Han Youxin recognized that the pickled vegetable dumpling was made by Jiang Feng, and shouted unconvinced: "Obviously, brother Jiang Feng's hot and spicy soup, shredded potatoes, shrimp, and piggy peggy are more delicious. You If you want him to be a grass dumpling, you are abusing me!"

Yes, Han Youxin ate the piggy Peggy carved from a white radish in a hundred oceans as a snack yesterday.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can those things taste as good as pickled vegetable dumplings? What kind of grass dumplings, these are pickled vegetables. Your father and I loved eating this when I was young. It can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year. Don't be born in the blessings and not know the blessings. "Han Guishan couldn't help but stuffed a pickled vegetable dumpling for Han Youxin, "This is coarse grains. Eating too much is good for your health, and your father and I can still hurt you. After eating, if you don't finish eating, I will confiscate your Alipay balance tomorrow!"

Aggrieved, Han Youxin gnawed on the pickled vegetable dumpling, and muttered in a low voice unconvinced: "It's not as delicious as Peppa Pig."

Raw radish is spicy and delicious.

Wang Jing could see that Han Guishan was homesick and missed his grandma who passed away when he was young. As long as Han Guishan was happy, Wang Jing didn't care what to eat, so he picked up a pickled vegetable dumpling and took a bite.

The taste is surprisingly good.

There are three members of Han Guishan's family. Except for Han Guishan who eats three pickled vegetable dumplings for a meal, Han Youxin and Wang Jing are very reluctant to eat one.

Han Guishan looked at the leftover dumplings on the table, patted the table, and decided to give the chef a long vacation. He didn't use it at noon. He packed up the leftovers in the morning and took them to the company. Anyway, Han Youxin ate at school. Han Guishan also asked Wang Jing with concern if she wanted to save one for her lunch.

"I have an appointment with my little sister to do facials tomorrow." Wang Jing said with a smile.

Should I ask a few good sisters to go abroad for a week or so? Wang Jing was thinking, not noticing that her son's chubby face was getting more and more wrinkled.

"Wow, I don't want to eat grass dumplings every day!" Han Youxin burst into tears.