Life game

Chapter 58 hungry
Wu Minqi is actually very good at cooking porridge.

Millet porridge, one of the signature dishes of Wu's restaurant, is made by her. The ingredients are simple, the heat is precise, soft and sweet, and the entrance is smooth. She can restore the original taste of the food and bring out the characteristics of the ingredients. She can even confidently say , The level of making millet porridge by myself can be compared to that of a master who has worked hard for 30 to [-] years.

But there is a premise.

She has to watch from the side.

She had to be by the side, adjusting the heat according to the degree of cooking the porridge, judging whether it should be stirred according to the fragrance it gave off, and knowing when to add and how much heat to add.For her, cooking a pot of millet porridge is no easier than cooking for a day.

But Jiang Feng was not like that.

She saw with her own eyes that Jiang Feng had been doing other things, and only looked at the pot three times from the beginning to the end. The first time he held the baby, the second time he added sweet potatoes, the third time he stirred and turned off the fire.

It's that simple, but it can make a pot of sweet potato porridge that is so good and can't fault it.

Wu Minqi stared blankly at the sweet potato porridge, but her body trembled from excitement.

This feeling is like, the swordsman of the rivers and lakes who is seeking defeat by Dugu has finally found his long-awaited enemy.

"Min Qi, your porridge cooking skills are as good as the president's!" Liu Qian sighed, took the spoon from her hand and scooped a bowl for herself first.

Filled and topped with chunks of sweet potatoes.

"I didn't cook the sweet potato porridge, but the president." Wu Minqi never took credit for it. Seeing Liu Qian's original expression, she was a little curious, "Have you ever eaten the porridge made by the president?"

"I've had it. When their stir-fry restaurant just opened, the president's porridge was given away for free. The president's porridge with preserved egg and lean meat is really good! The taste, the fragrance, it's absolutely amazing! Especially Soft, how do you say that, smooth and delicious? No, it's fragrant...it's really delicious!" Liu Qian couldn't think of words to describe Jiang Feng's preserved egg and lean meat porridge, but her fascinated expression told Wu Minqi couldn't forget that bowl of porridge.

"Why doesn't he boil now?" Wu Minqi took back the iron spoon from Liu Qian's hand and began to divide the porridge, asking casually.

"The president went to research soup later, the soup he cooked was really bad! He added random ingredients, everything, all kinds of mushrooms, and it was different every day. Now I don't cook soup, and I don't cook porridge anymore. "Liu Qian sighed, "Actually, the president's cooking skills are quite good, and I don't dislike him, but the dishes his father and grandfather cook are obviously better. We go to eat every day like a lottery lottery. You say he It would be nice to continue making porridge."

"Of course you have to keep learning to be a chef." Wu Minqi still agreed with Jiang Feng's behavior.

The two chatted for a few more words, there was always a lot of talk among fellow students who went to college in other places, let alone the same high school, during the conversation, the porridge and custard were divided, and each had a bottle of hot milk.

Others can accept it, but the students assigned to move things and clean up are already hungry.

Being woken up early in the morning, and then doing physical work, everyone is hungry.

Then their hearts went cold when they saw the breakfast.

A bowl of sweet potato or pumpkin porridge, a 245ml bottle of a certain brand of hot milk, and a small bowl of egg custard for students.

The female classmate who was talking to the widowed and lonely old man was fine. After working for more than an hour, the male classmate, who had a big appetite, was ashamed.

"Everyone, there are still noodles later, please raise your hands if you want to eat noodles." Liu Qian shouted.

Brushing, brushing, almost all the male students raised their hands, and some teachers were more neat and tidy than elementary school students raising their hands to answer questions in class.

"Fortunately, there are noodles, otherwise I will definitely starve to death this morning. Hey, you brought bread!" The eyes of the buns were all straight, "Come, come, give me one!"

"Isn't there noodles? Just eat more noodles." The brotherhood of plastic made colleagues reluctant to share their treasured bread.

"The guy who ordered people is stupid. It doesn't matter if Jiang Feng can cook. Liu Qian is basically a food broadcaster, and the other girl probably doesn't know much. Jiang Feng may cook all the meals for so many of us. It’s better to order two people from the house economics agency, a group of elementary school students are making trouble in the back kitchen, and the noodles will be good if they can be eaten.” The secretary of the student union analyzed it with reason.

"Give me one, and you have four. I'm going to starve to death if I move things later." The student union officer begged.

The colleague hesitated for a moment, and was attracted by the large piece of sweet potato on his bowl of sweet potato porridge. It was bright orange and red, and just looking at it gave him an appetite.

"One for you, some sweet potato porridge for me."

"Okay!" The officer of the student union was very forthright, he had no interest in porridge at all, and pushed the bowl in front of his colleagues.

The colleague picked up the sweet potato on top with chopsticks.

The colleague scooped up a large spoonful of porridge with a spoon.

The colleague took another big spoonful of porridge.

The colleague scooped up another large spoonful of porridge.

The colleague scooped up another large spoonful of porridge.

The colleague scooped up a large spoonful of porridge again.

The bowl is empty.

"Ahem." The colleague wiped his mouth in embarrassment. He just thought that the sweet potato looked delicious. After tasting the sweet potato, he felt that the porridge should also be good. There is no way to recover from the current situation.

"Well, I accidentally finished drinking, let me give you two more buns." The colleague tried to make up for it.

"Okay, sweet potato porridge is so delicious?" The student union secretary happily took the bread, not knowing what he was missing.

"It's okay, I like to drink sweet potato porridge." The colleague looked serious.

When everyone was almost done eating, Jiang Feng and the teacher who helped him came out with a bucket of noodles and a bucket of noodle soup.

He had already contacted Wu Minqi on the mobile phone and asked her to divide the bowls and seasonings, and when he came over, he would directly divide the noodles.

How about the noodles this time?

I think it is edible when I eat it. It is not poisonous, but it is a bit thick and rough. It has been broken many times, and the shape is not regular.

Can eat!

The noodles were divided into everyone's hands, and each person started to gobble up the bowl, as if the bowl contained a peerless delicacy.

Especially those who got the sweet potato porridge, they will be even more hungry after appetizing the sweet potato porridge.

Jiang Feng was shocked when he saw this scene.

Could it be...

His noodles are actually very good. His real talent lies in the white case. He has been going in the wrong direction all these years. Is he actually an undiscovered culinary genius?

"What I made...is it really so delicious?" Jiang Feng couldn't help asking.

After taking a sip, Wu Minqi silently put down the bowl and said very honestly: "They are hungry."

Jiang Feng: ...

Oh.

　Actually signed a contract, hee hee ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)