Life is a Game

Jiang Weiming briefly fried garlic pork slices for Jiang Feng. He originally wanted to cook a few more dishes, and no matter how bad he was, he had to cook two difficult dishes for his nephew and grandson to taste, but given his age, he was unwilling and powerless.

After ordering himself a small bowl of noodles, Jiang Weiming was a little disappointed.

When he learned that Taifenglou had returned to the Jiang family, he was full of ambitions, as if returning to his youth, he just wanted to do something big to help his nephew and grandchildren revive Taifenglou, but just now, his old and decayed body was clearly Tell him in vain.

You can't, you are already an old man with few years to live, you can't hold a kitchen knife, and you can't lift an iron pan.

You've been out of the kitchen for thirty years, and you're no longer a chef.

"Third Grandpa, how are you?" Jiang Feng noticed that Jiang Weiming was in a bad mood.

"When I'm old, I'm tired after cooking two dishes, and I can't do it anymore." Jiang Weiming sighed.

When he was young, he could walk across mountains and rivers for two days and two nights without stopping. He can eat grass roots and bark, and even ate Guanyin soil at the worst time, and he was still alive and kicking. How strong his body was at that time! But now, I think my body is strong, and I can't even cook a complete meal.

"Master, you are young, not old at all!" Jiang Weiwei flattered.

"You're sweet, what about your grandson?" Jiang Weiming was amused by Jiang Weiwei.

"Winter vacation, I was taken out to play by my mother. I went to Peiping to see the capital and climb the Great Wall. Yesterday, my daughter-in-law complained to me, arguing about eating Peking duck along the way, but I didn't listen to it." Jiang Weisheng was happy. typical.

"The city of Beiping is great!" Jiang Weiming looked nostalgic, "By the way, Xiaofeng, when are you going back to City Z? Third Grandpa will go back with you!"

"Ah, the third grandpa doesn't need to be so troublesome. I'll call my grandpa tonight and tell them to come over." Jiang Feng had originally prepared like this. Jiang Wei will be so old next year, and there will be eight high-speed trains from Sichuan to Z city. For many hours, he was afraid that Jiang Weiming's body would not be able to bear it.

"It's so troublesome for such a big family in your family to come to see me from afar. Your third grandpa and I are in good health. I'm not too old to walk. I'll go there with you. Don't call me. I'd rather Let's see if my little brother recognizes me." Jiang Weiming hummed, feeling a little emotional.

Jiang Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he said that he was old at one time, but he refused to accept his old age at the same time, the old child was really right.

"Okay, I won't say anything, I'll give my grandfather a surprise then." Jiang Feng followed Jiang Weiming's words.

Jiang Weiming was in a hurry, and he was in a hurry. He said that he would go to City Z on the same day, but Jiang Feng checked his phone and showed him that there was no ticket before giving up. Jiang Weiming strongly asked Jiang Weiming and Jiang Feng to stay at home, probably because Jiang Weiming often came to Jiang Weiming's house, and Jiang Weiming's change of clothes was actually in his house.

Jiang Feng went to contact the landlord of the B\u0026B to check out. The landlord is a talkative and warm-hearted girl from Sichuan. She learned that Jiang Feng was here to find relatives and helped him with advice. Now that Jiang Feng found someone, he congratulated him, and immediately moved the room. The money was refunded.

Jiang Feng did not forget to send a message to tell Wu Minqi the good news.

It was still a message after four o'clock, as short as ever.

"Congratulations, would you like to bring your third grandfather to my restaurant for dinner?"

It's fine if Wu Minqi's house is a small restaurant like Jiang Feng's, but his house is a restaurant with one Michelin star. Go whoring for nothing, Jiang Feng is sorry, give me the money, he has no money, and he is reluctant to part with the money, who told him to pay a whole lot of debt.

Jiang Feng resolutely refused, and sent a message telling her that he would return to the provincial capital tomorrow.

"See you at the beginning of school, fine, I'll get busy first."

Jiang Feng: ...

Competitors work so hard and I am under a lot of pressure!

When a competitor comes from a better background than you, looks better than you, is better than you, and works harder than you, what else can you do besides shouting 666?

Dinner was cooked by Jiang Weiwei. He is a pure Sichuan cuisine cook. He cooked several authentic home-cooked Sichuan dishes, such as fish-flavored shredded pork, mapo tofu, and so on. The only major dish was fish head with chopped pepper.

"Come on, come on, Xiaofeng, try the chopped pepper fish head made by Uncle Jiang and me. I'm not as good as your third grandfather, so you can try it while you're alive." In 2010, our restaurant's signature dish was your third grandfather's fish head with chopped peppers, and every time the foreign guests came, the leaders would name Master as the chef, and the master chefs in other state-run restaurants were all envious."

"How many years ago, you still remember." Jiang Weiming shook his head with a smile, "You boy, after graduating from high school, you will not enter the factory if you are asked to enter the factory, and you will not take the exam if you are asked to go to college. If you insist on working in a restaurant, you will not even be paid Don’t even want to make your parents so angry that they will chase you all over the city.”

"I didn't expect that you barely learned it."

Jiang Feng tasted the fish head chopped with chopsticks.

It's quite satisfactory, with no shortcomings, and can't pick out any bright spots.

It can only be said that the taste is not bad, but you can't close your eyes and praise how delicious this dish is.

Insufficient than the top, more than the bottom.

If this dish was made by a 30-40-year-old Sichuan cuisine chef, Jiang Feng might still praise it, but Jiang Weiwei is a master chef who has been in the back kitchen for nearly 40 years and works hard every day. It's far from enough.

"Delicious!" Jiang Feng's face remained unchanged.

Jiang health blossomed happily.

Jiang Feng was suddenly a little rejoiced.

Although he is not as talented as Wu Minqi, who is someone else's child with the template of the protagonist of a novel, but at least he is better than most people, and he can be regarded as a little talented. If he is like Jiang Weisheng, he has been studying cooking all his life, but because of his innate limitations, it is difficult to make further progress.

What a pity that would be.

However, Jiang Weisheng has long seen it. When he first learned to cook, Jiang Weiming told him that he has no culinary talent and is inferior to ordinary people. He will only be an ordinary cook in his life. He has long been prepared. up.

Having worked as a cook for forty years, his master is healthy, his family is happy, and his children and grandchildren are full, he is already very satisfied.

He got another compliment today, and Jiang Weisheng was so beautiful in his heart.

At night, when everyone was asleep, Jiang Weisheng took out his red diary from the bookshelf, and wrote down seriously:

On January 6th, fish head with chopped pepper: master's grandnephew praised it as delicious.

For forty years, Jiang Weisheng will always prepare two books, the black one for bad reviews, and the red one for good reviews. There are countless notebooks that have been written, and they are all neatly arranged on the bookshelf by him in chronological order.

Putting the diary back, Jiang Sansheng began to count the number of diaries.

"Don't count, 26 red books and 24 black books will not change. It's so late, go to bed!" Zhang Li said, who was awakened by Jiang Weiwei's movements, turned over and fell asleep again.

It will definitely change!

Jiang Weisheng didn't dare to say it. He retired, and his son wouldn't let him do it anymore. It doesn't matter. He has a pension, and if he saves enough money, he can open a small restaurant by himself.

He, Jiang Weisheng, was born to be a chef. His parents gave him such a good name, hygiene, and the kitchen must be kept hygienic.

He is only in his sixties, and he can work for another ten or twenty years, until he grows old and dies!

With his little secret in mind, Jiang Sansheng went to bed.