Life game

Chapter 15 Publicity
Wang Hao calculated the food money given by everyone, and it was more than 400 yuan.In order to make it easier for Jiang Feng to give them a discount on the food after keeping the accounts, Wang Hao also took a small notebook and wrote down how much each person gave, which can be said to be quite considerate.

"Ding, the game update is complete."

Jiang Feng turned around and went into the toilet.

Player Name: Jiang Feng

Level: 5 (0/1000) [Injectable: Yes/No]

Remaining experience points: 4115
Skill: Identification (Intermediate): You can obtain most information.

Cooking porridge (intermediate): You can only master the correct ratio of some ingredients and the basic heat.

Knife Skills (Advanced): Your knife skills have surpassed most chefs. (Proficiency: 0/100000)

Heat (Elementary): You can only control some basic heat. (Proficiency: 0/1000)

Flavoring (primary): You can only be poisonous. (Proficiency 0/1000)

Lies (Intermediate): You can already tell lies without blushing. (Proficiency: 0/10000)

Mathematics (Elementary): Your level is only equivalent to that of an ordinary freshman. (Proficiency: 0/1000)

Physics (Elementary): Your level is comparable to high school students. (Proficiency 0/1000)

English (Intermediate): It is just the level that a college student should have. (Proficiency 0/10000)

Tasting Vegetables (Elementary): Niu Chew Peonies, Raising Heavenly Objects. (not upgradeable)

Note:
1. Please explore the skills by yourself.

2. Experience points can be converted into proficiency, the ratio is 1:1.

【The remaining repetitions are omitted】

Jiang Feng: ...

I know I'm a scumbag and I don't need you to remind me :)

When Jiang Feng came out of the toilet, his expression was a little bad.

"Brother Feng, what's the matter with you?" Wang Hao asked a lot.

"constipate."

……

At night, after Jiang Feng received a call from Comrade Jiang Jiankang, he went to the store with the prepared seasonings and Wang Hao.

The people from several uncles' homes had already arrived, the store was open, and the plaque was still not hung. Jiang Feng went to the kitchen to get Wang Hao the seasoning, and then led him straight up to the second floor.

As soon as Wang Hao stepped into the second floor, he was stunned.

The room is full of strong men, no matter men, women or children, their body shapes are so uniform, their faces are full of flesh, and their faces are fierce. Even the two twin sisters who seem to be junior high school students can see the future side by virtue of their round figures. The prototype of the overlord.

Wang Hao suspected that he had stumbled into the dinner party of the underworld brothers.

"Feng...Brother Feng, your ancestral sumo wrestling?" Wang Hao swallowed nervously.

"The ancestral cook." Jiang Feng led Wang Hao to sit at the family table, one table for adults and one table for juniors, and the distribution was very reasonable.

The dishes are already served, still steaming.

Just as Wang Hao sat down, he didn't know whether Jiang Junlian or Jiang Junqing turned his head and smiled at him. Jiang Feng's two twin cousins ​​were exactly the same fat, so Jiang Feng, who didn't get in touch with them often, couldn't tell who was who.

"Sixi meatballs, lion head, Dongpo elbow, sweet and sour carp, ground delicacies, Kung Pao chicken, Jiuzhuan large intestine, shredded yam, fish head tofu soup." Jiang Feng pointed to the dishes and introduced them to Wang Hao. Glancing at the reminder, he reminded him friendly, "I advise you not to drink fish head tofu soup. My dad is not good at this dish."

[A pot of fish head tofu soup with more oil, less salt and less heat]

Comrade Jiang Jiankang may have deserted while cooking soup.

When Wang Hao and Jiang Feng came up at first, they kept looking around and didn't pay attention. Now that they sat down and listened to his introduction, they felt that their mouths were already full of saliva.

The smell of meat could not be restrained from creeping into his nose. Jiang Jiankang didn't pay much attention to the presentation of the dishes, but he didn't seem to think there was anything, but as long as he smelled it, he knew it was good.

Wang Hao is addicted to sweets, and the first chopsticks picked up the shredded yam.

The syrup is uniform, and the fried yam is not as powdery as steamed, and it is still chewy to the bite.The skin is tender and crispy, and the inside is soft and sweet.

Wang Hao's eyes immediately became moist.

"Brother Feng, you are so lucky to have such a father." Wang Hao was extremely envious.

Jiang Feng silently picked up a chopstick of uterine chicken: "This is my dad's specialty."

Wang Haoniu chewed the peony, stuffed Kung Pao Chicken into his mouth before the yam was finished, and boasted vaguely: "It's delicious, it's delicious!"

Jiang Jiankang's kung pao chicken is not spicy but rather sweet, and I don't know how Wang Hao can boast of being delicious when he eats two beets at the same time.

Jiang Jiankang's specialty dish was Kung Pao Chicken, but the best dish on the dinner table was Dongpo elbow.

Jiang Jiankang likes to eat elbows, but Jiang Weiguo doesn't. This Dongpo elbow was learned by him from other state-owned restaurant chefs who are good at making elbows, and after several years of improvement, he carefully explored it.It is called Dongpo elbow, but it has nothing to do with the real Dongpo elbow.

The elbows have been simmered for at least four hours. The sauce is rich and fragrant, and the skin and meat are separated when you poke the skin lightly with chopsticks.

Soft and sweet, fat but not greasy.

Jiang Jiankang's table of super-level dishes can be regarded as slightly making up for the regret that several uncles did not eat the old man's dishes.

The Jiang family, who have been fed up with the old man's craftsmanship, can only be said to be satisfied with such a table of dishes, not amazing.

Jiang Jiankang's super performance was not as good as the old man's daily stir-fry.

But Wang Hao is not. He doesn’t have the foundation to taste the old man’s craftsmanship every year, nor does he have such ample funds to eat at star-rated restaurants every day. Comrade as godfather.

"Brother Feng, you are really my own brother, why didn't uncle come to our A University to open a store sooner! If you don't have money, we can crowdfund!" Wang Hao looked at the clean empty plate on the table, and almost burst into tears.

After eating such a meal, how will he face the pig food in the cafeteria in the future.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao couldn't help feeling sad, took out his mobile phone and started typing frantically.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Feng asked when he saw Wang Hao edited a long list of messages.

"Advertise so that everyone can come and taste Uncle's craft."

Jiang Feng couldn't help but look sideways.

"Ding, gain 1 point of popularity, mission progress (1/100)."

(End of this chapter)