Life is a Game

Mingjiang Feng worked in the kitchen for an afternoon, watched Jiang Huiqin's cooking video three or four times, replaced the ingredients with good ingredients, enriched the seasoning, and made the clear soup willow leaf agar according to Jiang Huiqin's original steps.

Looking at the improved F rating given by the game, Jiang Feng looked at the dish in front of him with a complex look.

The wobble plate is beautifully placed, and he adds a few leaves to enrich the color.

Just taste ...

Affordable rating given by the game.

Mushroom soup, quail eggs, white fungus, luncheon meat, is simply a death match!

Qijiang Huiqin can make this death match with an E-level evaluation, which is also considered to be superb in cooking.

Qiu Jiangfeng silently poured the failed product in front of the Qiang bucket.

He is not a very talented chef. The game has given him a taste for dishes, but he was fed and pouted by Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Jiankang from an early age. He can taste the dishes with other people who do not know it The commentary was fooled by laymen.

Like the kind of innate taste in the novel, the sensitivity is very high. At a glance, you know that the ingredients are new or not. You can tell all the ingredients and condiments with one taste. After eating a dish, you can understand the way of cooking. Never heard of it.

He does not believe that there are such people in the world.

Well, the chef, the congenital deficiency is the day after day supplement, so few people are born to eat this bowl of rice.

Qi Jiangfeng couldn't figure it out, so she asked Jiang Jiankang.

"Mushroom head, white fungus, quail eggs, luncheon meat?" Jiang Jiankang frowned even more when he said an ingredient. For a long time, he looked at Jiang Feng with a complex look: "Son, let us cook honestly, don't Learn what innovative dishes to make online. "

It was clear that the fear of pure meat was still there yesterday.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

Dad, you have to tell your aunt ...

Under Jiang Feng's soft grinding and hard foaming, Jiang Jiankang finally compromised, leaving a sentence I researched and researched, then slipped into the back kitchen and cut vegetables.

Qijiang Feng returned to the dormitory to change clothes.

He will have a dinner later.

This is the first dinner of the Chess Club this semester, and it is also the most formal, largest, and heavily invested dinner of the Chess Club in four years!

Jiang Feng faintly remembered that last year's dinner was to put together the remaining funds. Ji Yue also contributed her own treasured butter base and the pot hidden in the dormitory, and bought a bunch of ingredients and staple food such as noodles, vermicelli, green vegetables, and mushrooms. No more fishballs per person. Eight people ran to the classroom to steal electricity, and they gathered together as individual thieves for a meal.

This year is different. This year's Chess Club not only has more than 30 members, but also can go to a restaurant for dinner!

It is an unprecedented breakthrough in the history of the Chess Club. You must know that Ji Yue, the president of the Chess Club, has never enjoyed the treatment of restaurant dinners in the past three years.

To this end, Ji Yue also deliberately asked for leave to participate in this dinner at her own expense.

It's a pain for Wang Hao. Today he is the only one in the store to help.

For more than thirty people, they almost rounded out a bus.

The place for the banquet dinner is a buffet barbecue shabu-shabu not far from the school. It costs 69 yuan per person, and the student ID can be discounted at a very low price. Because of the large number of people, Jiang Feng booked the seats in advance. Two rows, one row of four tables, and one row of five tables were all put together to make it easier for everyone to chat when eating.

Although the ingredients are not very fresh, at first glance, it is spliced ​​meat and frozen meat, but it is rich in variety and can be grilled directly without barbecue, and because of the small shabu-shabu, the seasoning is very rich. There should be dipping sauce.

Qi Jiangfeng and Ji Yue, Liu Qian, Liu Zixuan, and Liu Qian's fellow chess club Wu Minqi's future hope.

倩 Liu Qian came back with two large plates of cooked food, sat down, pointed her phone at herself, and started talking to the camera: "Hello everyone, my name is Qian Qian. Today is our community dinner, eating buffet barbecue. This ..."

"Live?" Jiang Feng came back with a plate of meat to be roasted, and saw Liu Qian talking to her mobile phone.

"It's been a week or two. Didn't you see a cell phone in front of you every day when you ate?" Ji Yue looked strange and put chicken wings on the barbecue paper.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

He thought Liu Qian was watching a TV series.

"Brush the oil, how do you bake without the oil," Jiang Feng reminded.

"The oil in their house is not delicious." Ji Yue clamped the fatty pork belly on the plate next to the chicken wings. "The oil from the pork belly is delicious!"

Min Jiangfeng: ...

"The chicken wings they have marinated are particularly delicious. The mutton has no mutton flavor and the tenderloin is just average. By the way, their finger rice cakes are also delicious, and the shabu-shabu is particularly chewy. 诶, Qianqian "Why don't you bake things?" Ji Yue asked the shop for ingredients such as several treasures. Seeing that Liu Qian only ate duck clavicle, another dish was snacks.

"I can't bake things. It turns out that eating buffet barbecue with others is either unripe or burnt, and it's not delicious when it's grilled. I'll just wait until the pot is opened." Liu Qiandao said.

"Liu Qian, where do you broadcast live, I'll give you some attention." Jiang Feng felt that since it was a member of his own live broadcast, as the president, he should also give a little help.

"Some live broadcasts, my live broadcast name is A big eat and drink everyday." Jiang Feng came to pay attention, Liu Qian is naturally willing.

Qiu Jiangfeng put on the live broadcast software and clicked into Liu Qian's live broadcast room. What caught her eyes was her prominent nostril.

47 Only 47 people are watching, including Jiang Feng.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

This honey juice live angle, the remaining 46 people can be considered true love.

The live room was also deserted, and no one spoke. Liu Qian is also very fond. Except when she said two sentences at the beginning of the live broadcast, she ate it with one heart. Regardless of the live broadcast, she still had two sentences with Ji Yue, as if she had forgotten what she was doing.

Qijiang Feng ordered a follow-up silently to exit the live broadcast room and began to concentrate on barbecue.

Ji Jiyue is a veteran of grilled meat ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ It specializes in pickled fish and meat, plus the oil from grilled pork belly, it looks really appetizing. Liu Qian stared at the chicken wings, and Jiyue roasted 4 of them at a time, one for each.

As a person who usually does not even cook vegetables, Jiyue's chicken wings have been grilled very successfully.

"Sister Jiyue Xue, you are too good!" As a barbeque household, Liu Qian looked at her with admiration.

As soon as the chicken wings and pork belly are taken out, the baking tray is empty.

子 Liu Zixuan put the enoki mushrooms in the baking dish, while roasting, boasting: "It's not me who blows, my enoki mushrooms are particularly delicious, and they are not bad compared to Brother Feng's skills."

As I said, I sprinkled cumin and chili powder in the jar on the mushroom.

Because the jar has not been cleaned for a long time, the holes are completely blocked, and no one is sprinkled for a long time. Liu Zixuan was anxious, took the jar to the table and knocked it out hard, throwing it hard.

There is a large bunch of red paprika on the white tender enoki mushroom.

After a suffocating operation, Liu Zixuan overturned without accident.

The enoki mushrooms are spicy and salty, and they are burnt.

He bakes paper too.

Ji Jiyue went back with half a plate of finger rice cakes, and prepared to put the rice cakes in after a pot of meatballs had finished cooking.

"Hey, I really want to eat spicy fried rice cakes." Liu Qian sighed while looking at the finger rice cakes in the plate, "The spicy rice cakes in school are not delicious, they are not spicy or salty, and the house of the president's house is not sold yet."

Qi's tone was full of resentment.

Looking at the newly changed baking paper, Jiang Feng was moved.

"Should I make it for you?"

的 The seasonings in this shop are more than enough for a spicy fried rice cake.