Life is a Game

"I like you." Wu Minqi's voice was so soft that Jiang Feng almost suspected that he was hallucinating.

She walked quickly, without giving Jiang Feng time to react and reply. By the time Jiang Feng recovered from his slightly dazed state, Wu Minqi had already walked two meters away.

"Contestant Jiang Feng, do you have any questions? Are you feeling unwell?" Since Jiang Feng was originally the focus of attention of Han Guishan who drew the red circle, and there was a precedent, the staff saw that he suddenly stopped where he was, and thought that He had an unexpected health condition, and asked loudly in the audience very nervously.

"It's okay." Jiang Feng turned his head and mouthed to the staff under the stage, and walked quickly towards the cooking stage.

Every time you take a step, your heart will beat a few times in your chest, faster and faster, Jiang Feng can clearly feel the beating of your heart, "Bang bang bang", "bang bang bang", as if everything is still , leaving only this beating heart.

Wu Minqi confessed to him.

It's not his auditory hallucinations, it's a true confession.

Jiang Feng calmed down behind the cooking stage for two minutes and reluctantly accepted the fact.

Jiang Feng has lived for a full 21 years, and this is the first time a girl has taken the initiative to confess her love to him.

It was still on his birthday, Jiang Feng felt that he could hardly breathe.

Breathing with the mouth and nose, using the mouth feels too much movement, and breathing with the nose is difficult, Jiang Feng's mind is in a mess, if Wu Minqi's strength is not far above him, he will suspect that it is Wu Minqi's envoy A beauty trick that disturbed his mind.

The game has already started and Jiang Feng didn't even notice it. Looking back on the scene just now, he thinks it should be——

Wu Minqi turned around suddenly, her thin lips parted slightly, and her voice was cold: "I like you."

Jiang Feng was stunned and couldn't believe his ears. He wanted to speak but could only see Wu Minqi's back. At that moment, time seemed to be frozen, and he could only hear his own heartbeat.

The deer bumped in his heart.

The domineering president's little...

...

No, no, it's reversed, this plot is wrong!

Jiang Feng looked at the yam in front of him, tried to make himself more awake and normal, picked up a yam, washed it, peeled it and cut it into pieces.

Thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising that among the chosen protagonists like him, there are one or two girls who are either glamorous, sweet, cold, domineering, or glamorous, high-cold, and domineering.

This is the correct way to open an urban system novel, it's normal, there's nothing wrong with it!

He is poor, less than 1.8 meters tall, can't beat two cousins, is scolded by the old man every day, the game system is unreliable, and the male lead written by Wang Hao as a sand sculpture novel, he has no shortcomings. Flawless people.

Sure enough, in the first 21 years of his life, there have been no girls with discerning eyes and talents to come forward to confess. It is because he is too good that they feel ashamed, which led to the first time he was confessed in his life in the semi-finals of the cooking competition. on the field.

In the future, mentioning this with children is also a topic of conversation!

Is it better to give birth to a daughter or a son for the first child?

Jiang Feng glanced at Wu Minqi. She was concentrating on handling the pork belly without looking up.

Heh, woman, you turned your face and denied you as soon as you confessed your love.

Jiang Feng poured oil into the pot and began to fry the sugar.

It is better to have a son for the first child, and a daughter for the second child, and the elder brother can still take care of the younger sister.

The son learns Shandong cuisine from him, and the daughter learns Sichuan cuisine from her mother.

Thinking about it, Jiang Feng had a smirk of joy on his face.

In the audience, Jiang Jiankang looked at Jiang Feng and always felt that Erzai was abnormal since he came on stage.

"Honey, do you think Erza has been acting weird since just now?" Jiang Jiankang was thoughtful.

"It's a bit strange. I've been giggling since I cut the yam. Did you say something to him before you set off? I told you that my son will definitely not win and told you not to put pressure on him!" Wang Xiulian said angrily.

"I didn't say anything. I also knew that Er Zai would definitely not win. Besides, he was fine before, and it was only after he came to power." Jiang Jiankang complained.

Wang Holmes Xiulian frowned, realizing that the matter was not so simple, she thought for a moment, and pointed out the crux of the problem: "Did Qiqi turn her head to talk to her son just now?"

"Ah? No?" Jiang Jiankang looked blank.

Wang Xiulian turned her head and asked Wu Minqi's mother who was sitting directly behind her: "Mother Wu, did you see Qiqi turn her head and say a word to my Xiaofeng when they were on stage?"

Wu Minqi's mother leaned forward slightly, showing just the right amount of surprise and a somewhat dazed expression, and said, "Is there? I didn't notice."

"No?" Wang Xiulian began to suspect that she was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Wu Minqi's mother asked.

"It's nothing, I just think my Xiaofeng is a bit strange." Wang Xiulian said.

Wu Minqi's mother smiled slightly, and comforted her, "Xiaofeng is probably nervous. Look, my Qiqi is also a little nervous. She has been staring at the cooking counter without daring to look up."

"Is that so?" Wang Xiulian was instantly persuaded.

Wu Minqi's mother sat up straight, saw Wu Hanxue's sullen and serious face, pushed him lightly, and said in a low voice: "Put away your expression, and be kind to Xiaofeng when the game is over, don't scare him It's here, I can't spare you if I ruin my daughter's good deed."

"Hmph." Wu Hanxue hummed unconvinced.

"Hmph, what, let me tell you, this is Xiaofeng's first time. I asked Jiang's mother two days ago. He has never talked about a girlfriend. He is a good boy." Wu Minqi's mother looked at the stage with a smile. Jiang Feng on board.

"You can also believe this kind of thing. A twenty-year-old boy who has never been in a relationship is either lying to his family or has a problem." Wu Hanxue's expression was not good.

"What's the problem, Qiqi is almost 20 and hasn't talked about it yet? I think the two of them are the most suitable ones. Put away the broken expression on your face for me. When I see Xiaofeng, put me in a good mood." If you don't want to talk, just shut up and smile." Wu Minqi's mother scolded in a low voice.

Wu Han put away the expression on his face indistinctly, and put on a stiff smile.

"That's the expression, smile more naturally. Tomorrow I will tell Mother Jiang to let them both go to the movies. I have chosen the movie and the show." Wu Minqi's mother showed a triumphant smile on her face.

...

Jiang Feng felt that he made the shredded yam dish very easily today.

As the saying goes, people feel refreshed on happy occasions, and being confessed to by others is equivalent to the wedding night in the bridal chamber, which is one of the four great happy events in life.

The pot in the left hand fried the yam, and the pot in the right hand fried the sugar. The time was very well controlled. Almost at the same time the yam was out of the pot, the sugar reached the point where it could be shredded. Jiang Feng quickly poured the freshly fished yam into the pot, and quickly stir-fried it. He watched the syrup evenly and thinly coat the yam.

Two minutes later, the shredded yam came out of the pot.

The fried yellowish yam is covered with a light layer of sugar coating. There are broken sugar threads between each piece of yam. There is no need to arrange the plate. The bottom of the plate is touched with sesame oil, and it is served with a bowl of cold boiled rice. It is a very delicious dish. Good candied yam.

Jiang Feng didn't raise his hand.

The best time to eat candied vegetables is very short, and it is best to eat right out of the pot. Later, when the temperature drops, the candied vegetables will not be able to be pulled out, and most of the soul of candied vegetables will be lost.

"What's wrong with him? Something wrong with the food?" Pei Shenghua asked curiously when he saw that Jiang Feng didn't raise his hand.

The ladies and sisters who serve the dishes are always ready in the audience.

"I don't know, I look pretty good." Tong Deyan said.

Jiang Feng raised his hand.

The staff lady went over to serve the dishes.

Jiang Feng's expression was still a little dazed.

Not for anything else, because the display of this dish is impressively——

【Drawing Yam Grade A (Pseudo)】

Grade A!