Life is a Game

Potatoes are a nearly versatile ingredient.

Originally produced in the Andes of South America, it was introduced to China in the 16th century. It is an imported product with a high yield per mu and is easy to grow. Grandma Jiang planted half an mu of potatoes in her spare time. Jiang Feng can do whatever he wants, steaming and boiling. , grilled, fried, fried, boiled, or deep-fried, but they are all for pigs in the end anyway.

Jiang Feng also liked potatoes more than vegetables. Vegetables can only be cooked with heat and a little seasoning. Potatoes are different. You can add a lot of knife skills and heat, and you can add more seasoning than when you stir-fry vegetables.

In addition, the old man scolded him more ways.

"Are you cutting potato slices? How can you fry them for the gods if you cut them so thin?"

"Are you frying potatoes or frying potatoes? You won't even add oil. Did you use up so much oil for your plate of shredded potatoes? Cut six more shredded potatoes. Hurry up. I'll see what you do when the oil heats up!"

"I didn't eat at noon. No matter how you turn the spoon, you will turn over the dishes."

"I just praised you two days ago and you were gone, right? Look at the potato chips you fried. Did you feel that you added too much cooking wine?"

...

The old man is a roaring tyrant, and Jiang Weiming is an assassin.

"I didn't shake the spoon well just now."

“Potato fries didn’t cook long enough.”

"It's too early to thicken the corn."

"You just missed the knife."

...

Jiang Feng was in pain and joy.

It is definitely a very lucky thing to be taught by two master chefs. Ordinary chefs can’t ask for advice from a master chef. He has two at once. Blessed.

However, it is really tiring.

The potatoes on half an acre of land weighed more than 600 catties, and Jiang Feng used up all of them in less than ten days. These days, the four pigs in the pigsty ate potatoes every day, and all of them lay on the ground with their belly up all day long, especially Erhua. , Eat the most, eat as much as you have, and get fatter.

Jiang Feng is now out of the kitchen every day and doesn't want to do anything. He just wants to lie on the bed and sleep. When he opens his eyes, he sees potatoes, and when he closes his eyes, he also sees potatoes. His mind is full of ways to make potatoes. Everything he eats tastes like potatoes. Potato.

After frying the last plate of potatoes, Jiang Feng felt as if he had passed away.

What's next, sweet potato, eggplant, or cucumber? Grandma Jiang also planted some cucumbers, picking them all should be enough for a day's practice.

"Okay, Xiaofeng, you're tired after so many days. It's the Chinese New Year soon. Take a couple of breaks and go to the city with your cousins ​​for two days." Jiang Weiguo looked at the last plate of hot and sour potatoes that were clearly out of order. Si, instead of swearing, gave Jiang Feng a long vacation.

Jiang Feng: (o)

Have a holiday?

Have a holiday!

It's a holiday! !

Jiang Feng slipped out of the kitchen in a whoosh, not wanting to stay for a moment.

Jiang Feng found the emoticon pack of [I'll play with you when I go out] that the second cousin often sent to the family group from the phone album, and sent it to the small group of their cousins.

I'm good at physics but I don't understand it: [picture]

Studying medicine is good but the head is cold: Oh, Fengfeng escaped from prison.

The designer is good because of his good temper: Grandpa allows us to go back and have dinner?

What is your business in the next class (Third Cousin): Second brother, should you come to my house for dinner today?

I'm good at physics but I can't learn it: Grandpa kicked me out~\\/~

...

After chatting with a few cousins, Jiang Feng finally felt a little bit like a human being again. The level of seasoning was upgraded to high level two days ago, but at that time Jiang Feng had already fried potatoes until they were numb, so he didn't feel much. .

Now that I was released from prison after serving my sentence, I remembered to look at the property panel.

Knife Skills (Advanced): Your knife skills have surpassed most chefs. (Proficiency: 86111/100000)

Heat (Advanced): Your heat has surpassed most chefs. (Proficiency: 7962/100000)

Seasoning (Advanced): Your seasoning has surpassed most chefs. (Proficiency: 4765/100000)

How painful it is to learn more than 10,000 knife proficiency in just ten days.

Jiang Feng went back to the house to pack his luggage, and then dragged the suitcase to the town to take the minibus back to city a. He needs to return to a normal life. If he can't, it's good to lie at home in a fat house for a few days.

Jiang Weiming heard Jiang Feng dragging the suitcase in the kitchen, and said helplessly, "Xiaofeng has been out for the past two days, and he didn't know the difference between soy sauce and old soy sauce this morning."

"I have been frying vegetables day and night for ten days, and my iron body can't take it anymore. If you can tell the difference, there are ghosts." Jiang Weiguo has seen Jiang Feng's state these days, looked at Jiang Weiming, and sighed, "Three Brother, you are too impatient."

"You know very well that there is no rush for cooking. You pushed Xiaofeng too hard. If I don't let him rest for a few days, my wife will come to me desperately."

"I know, it's my fault." Jiang Weiming looked at a bucket full of potatoes, "Xiaofeng is a good boy."

"That kid is really obedient. The New Year is coming soon, let the children have fun, don't be too impatient, we still have time, teach slowly."

Not much time left. Jiang Weiming thought about it, but didn't say it.

After the initial ecstasy of recognizing his relatives, Jiang Weiming felt more and more that time was not enough. Jiang Feng is still too young and has a good foundation, but many skills are not up to standard, but he is too old.

He has a whole body of unique knowledge, but no one can pass it on.

He was afraid that Jiang Feng was learning too slowly, and he was afraid that he would not have time to teach. He knew very well that the younger brother's skills of turning the spoon and removing the bones of the whole chicken were not well practiced, but what's the use of his high level.

His decaying body and debilitating spirit reminded him all the time that he was an old man who could fall into hell with just one fall.

In fact, Jiang Weiming himself didn't fully understand the Jiang family's unique skills, such as bone removal, sliced ​​fish, shredded fish, and gravy, but he was stronger than Jiang Weiguo, and he had more congresses than Jiang Weiguo.

He was really impatient and wished he could teach Jiang Feng everything he had learned in his life immediately.

Perhaps, he was too impatient.

The younger brother is right, forcing the child like this will only harm him.

"Take your time." Jiang Weiming said, lowering his eyes.

It can only be this way.

*This chapter is added

If you have any opinions on this book, you can raise them at will, but please do not attack personally. I generally don't delete the words and comments in this chapter. You can attack the author, but please don't attack the characters in my writing. I love all the characters I write, I'm not good at writing villains, so I don't.

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Mr. Jiang is a chef, and he is one of the top chefs in the pyramid. It is my setting for him to throw hormone meat and pursue ingredients. The average weight of the Jiang family is 200+. I don't care whether it's intentional or not, whether it's a joke or not, I'm just not happy when I call Jiang's family a 200-pound pig, I'm very upset, I'm very upset!

I am relatively unhappy, they are all characters I wrote, and they are all fictional characters that I like and I created. If someone scolds them, I am most unhappy!

Unhappy in various adjective forms! !

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[Super loud and aggressive! 】