Life game

Chapter 143
Jiang Feng prepared at least 20 different sauces in the afternoon alone.

Everyone's taste is different, they will be similar, but not exactly the same. Sun Guanyun only asked Jiang Feng to mix three kinds of sauces, so the type of sauces had to be carefully selected.

When cooking in the back kitchen, Jiang Feng was always absent-minded, his mind was full of the sauce that was served this afternoon.

Soy sauce, salt, monosodium glutamate, vinegar, minced garlic, chili, sesame oil, sesame oil, pepper oil, and a series of seasonings were spinning in his mind one by one. It was like a simulated kitchen in his brain, with a row of small plates. Two spoonfuls of light soy sauce, one spoonful of vinegar, and two drops of sesame oil.

With the sauce in his mind and the vegetables in his hands, Jiang Feng put his mind to two tasks to the extreme, and then almost overturned his car.

Wu Minqi grabbed Jiang Feng's hand that was about to dig salt: "You added salt just now."

"Oh." Jiang Feng withdrew his hand, thinking that he should add sesame oil to plate number one.

"No, the prickly ash oil smells a bit off-putting, you should add two drops of vinegar," Jiang Feng murmured.

Wu Minqi glanced at the fried cauliflower in Jiang Feng's pot:?

"Uncle Jiang, braised prawns in oil, are there any more prawns?" Ji Yue shouted at the back kitchen door.

"No more, everything about shrimp is not for sale!" Jiang Jiankang yelled back.

"A spoonful of soy sauce, a slice of ginger and coriander... No, you can't put coriander. Too much coriander will overwhelm the original taste of the shrimp." Surrounding Jiang Feng, his hands kept moving. On the table at the entrance of the kitchen, "The fried cauliflower is ready!"

Then he turned around and walked back slowly, took a plate of sliced ​​wax gourd, grabbed a small handful of minced meat, and returned to his pot.

"Add minced garlic, then drip sesame oil, no, sesame oil is better, no, sesame oil is more suitable." Jiang Feng picked up the oil pot and began to pour oil.

Jiang Jiankang looked at Jiang Feng with a complicated face.

This familiar feeling was also the same when Jiang Feng cooked mushroom soup like a demon last time.

but……

Jiang Jiankang sprinkled a small handful of green onions into the pot and began to stir fry.

The mushroom soup was so unpalatable before that his own father tasted every pot. This afternoon, when he was cooking boiled shrimp, he could smell it when he was preparing the ingredients in the back kitchen, but his son didn't think of him.

Unfilial son!
Jiang Jiankang shook the spoon vigorously, as if he had a sworn hatred against the pot in front of him.

He wants to see if Jiang Feng can think of him as his own father tomorrow!
Wu Minqi took the mapo tofu out of the pot and glanced at Jiang Feng and Jiang Jiankang.

She always felt that Jiang Feng and Uncle Jiang were weird tonight, and the atmosphere was very subtle.

in argument?
Not understanding the matter between the father and son, Wu Minqi put the mapo tofu on the table and called out to Ji Yue, and went back to continue cooking.

After working in the back kitchen, having dinner, and helping clean up, Jiang Feng went back to the dormitory.

He has already remade all the sauces that he made this afternoon in his mind, and started to make new ones when he cleaned up the kitchen.

"Half a spoonful of vinegar, no, it's too much, let's take a quarter spoonful, add a spoonful of light soy sauce and half a spoonful of dark soy sauce..." Jiang Feng was also muttering on the way back to the dormitory, passing the track and field, just in time for the end of the night run Wang Hao.

No, it should be Wang Hao who was secretly eating barbecue at the end of the night run.

Wang Hao quickly stuffed the last mutton skewer into his mouth, pretending to be nonchalant and greeted him: "Oh, what a coincidence, Brother Feng, the store closed early today!"

Jiang Feng was adding a little millet pepper to the plate: "The track and field sells barbecue now?"

"...No, I ordered takeaway, no, it was someone else's takeaway. I just ate one." Wang Hao wiped the oil from his mouth.

The lights on the track and field are broken again, people who lose weight are running at night, and young couples who are in love sit on the grass in the middle and kiss each other.

His vision was dim, Jiang Feng didn't see the oil on Wang Hao's mouth, he believed his nonsense, and put the last two drops of sesame oil on it in his mind, a stack of salty and sour virtual sauce would be enough.

"Do you usually eat boiled shrimp?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Boiled shrimp, what kind of shrimp?" Wang Hao was stunned.

"It's boiled shrimp with sauce. What kind of sauce do you like?" Jiang Feng explained.

"Hey, I thought it was something. Isn't this the kind of shrimp on the banquet in the hotel? It's so complicated and still boiled, I thought it was grilled. What else does the sauce taste like? Isn't it just soy sauce and vinegar? , it’s not tasty, why not just eat shrimp.” Wang Hao said.

Jiang Feng: "..."

The angle is tricky and there is nothing to say.

Jiang Feng continued to make new sauces in his mind.

Speechless all the way.

Wang Hao was looking at his phone all the way, but he didn't notice something wrong with Jiang Feng. When he arrived at the door of the dormitory, he said, "Hey, Brother Feng, the selfie of No.2 in the Hangzhou competition area is quite nice. The organizer is really not kind. , posted such an ugly photo."

Jiang Feng ignored him. To be precise, he didn't hear him. He was wondering whether to add minced garlic or minced garlic.

Wang Hao called out again, but Jiang Feng still didn't hear it.

Wang Hao raised his head and saw Jiang Feng's expression of clearly thinking about something, his heart skipped a beat.

This state is simply not too familiar.

The mushroom soup in those days was simply a nightmare for Wang Hao.

"Well, Brother Feng, you recently..." Wang Hao patted Jiang Feng to draw his attention, and then said, "Are you here recently, studying what kind of food?"

There was bitterness in the smile.

"I didn't study the dishes, I was just thinking about how to serve the sauce with boiled shrimp," Jiang Feng said.

Wang Hao silently took out his mobile phone and sent Ji Yue a series of "cuckoo cluck".

Ji Yue, who was drawing happily in the small rented room:? ? ?

This Wang Hao, how did he learn to become a pigeon spirit?

……

The next day, Jiang Feng went to the store early.

Breakfast is topping noodles. The name of this noodle was chosen by Jiang Jiankang. The leftovers from last night were randomly fried and made to cover the noodles, which can effectively prevent the situation of eating leftovers for lunch.

Yesterday's leftovers were eggplant with minced meat, eggs and ham without ham, and half a plate of beans.

Jiang Jiankang put most of the eggs and eggplants into Wang Xiulian's bowl, and the rest was his own. He gave all the beans to Jiang Feng to show his dissatisfaction that his son was not called to try the dishes.

He usually knows at least one or two pieces of meat from Jiang Feng!

However, Jiang Feng didn't notice it at all. After breakfast normally, he began to study the sauce.

The three old men came early, before eight o'clock.

Jiang Weiguo, wearing Valentino's new spring style, demonstrated with Sun Guanyun at the door of the store: "Although my grandson's talent for cooking is not good, his understanding is first-class. Prepare yourself mentally. I'm afraid you'll be ashamed later."

Sun Guanyun was dressed in Versace's new style, not to be outdone, and snorted coldly: "Let's talk about it after your grandson realizes it. The old guy is not ashamed to brag."

Jiang Weiming stood in the middle of a set of Uniqlo's discounted items from last year, acting as peacemaker: "That's all right, all right, Xiaofeng's ingredients, what are you two arguing about? If he doesn't do well, he will be punished when he fails."

Jiang Feng was using a toothpick to remove the shrimp thread in the back kitchen. When he looked up, he saw three smiling old men.

Jiang Weiguo's smile was murderous.

Sun Guanyun smiled provocatively.

Jiang Weiming watched the show with a smile.

Jiang Feng:?
How does he feel, it's a little bad.

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