Life is a Game

"9.7 points?!" Jiang Junlian almost jumped up in the audience, with an uncontrollable ecstasy on her face, "Will my little brother make it to the finals!"

We can skip another physics remedial class!

Since her own mother was sitting on her right, Jiang Junlian was so eager to survive that she didn't say the last sentence.

Jiang Junqing's focus of observation was completely different from Jiang Junlian's. She stared at the empty plate on the judging table and murmured, "How delicious this yam is!"

One word awakened the dreamer, and when Jiang Junqing said this, all Jiang's family members were stunned.

That's right, Jiang Feng's eight-treasure porridge was cooked so well that it only scored 9.6 points. The shredded yam with a score of 9.7 is so delicious.

How delicious is this!

Among all the people, Jiang Zaide was the most excited. He deeply felt that his hair hadn't turned gray these days. As a former academic master, he is too aware of how difficult it is to improve such a top score.

He and Jiang Shoucheng took the college entrance examination in the same class. He was fourth in the city with a score of 693, and Jiang Shoucheng was the top scorer in the city with a score of 712. He studied design and Jiang Shoucheng studied medicine. He lost his hair, and Jiang Shoucheng also lost his hair. He has been in the profession for five years since he was introduced by his teacher in the third year of junior high school. The more orders he received, the more hair loss.

It can be said that he can't catch up one step at a time, step by step, Jiang Shoucheng has already started researching which hair transplant hospital is better, and he is still thinking about whether to switch to hair growth liquid or continue to use anti-hair loss shampoo.

Looking at the thick hair on Jiang Feng's head on the stage, Jiang Zaide was full of thoughts.

He really wanted to drink eight-treasure porridge, and even more wanted to eat the shredded yam made by his younger brother.

He is the younger brother's big cousin, and he has never eaten shredded yam!

"Third Uncle." Jiang Zaide said, "Since my younger brother is about to be promoted, why don't we have a dinner tomorrow to celebrate."

It's best to let the younger brother cook two pots of porridge, make a few dishes of candied sweet potatoes, the third uncle makes a plate of elbow, the grandpa stir-fries two good dishes, and the third grandpa makes a few tofu boxes.

Wouldn't it be wonderful to be able to eat such a meal.

"Okay, okay." Jiang Jiankang said cheerfully, thinking that the elder nephew's suggestion was good, "Xiaofeng should celebrate that he made it to the final."

Jiang Jiankang spoke a little loudly, and Wang Xiulian nudged him to signal him to keep a low profile. Wu Minqi's parents were sitting right behind them.

"Mother Wu, I'm sorry, but he just speaks freely." Wang Xiulian turned around and explained with an apologetic smile on her face.

"It's okay. It's a good thing that Xiaofeng can be promoted. It's the same for the two of them to be promoted. They are both their own children." Wu Minqi's mother smiled and looked gentle.

"Yes, yes, it's the same for anyone who advances." Wang Xiulian echoed, turned her head, and said to Jiang Jiankang in a low voice, "Look at how kind Mama Wu is, and smile more when she goes out to be more enthusiastic about him."

Wu Minqi's mother also turned her head to Wu Han and said, "Look at how kind Mama Jiang is. When I go out, be more polite to him and smile more."

"Oh." From Jiang Jiankang.

"Heh." From Wu Hanxue.

On the stage, Wu Minqi's braised pork had already been deep-fried.

The pressure cooker has been prepared on the cooking table. If you just use a steamer to steam for two hours, you can get the taste, but if you use a pressure cooker, the time will be shortened a lot.

Wu Minqi used a pressure cooker to practice in the back kitchen of the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant these days. This was implicitly hinted by the organizer. The live broadcast steamed the meat for two hours without the host gagging in it. One can imagine the enjoyment of the show. The staff of Good Taste went to Sichuan to buy the sprouts Wu Minqi needed, so she naturally wanted to reciprocate and cooperate with the organizer.

Soon, the braised meat and the sprouts that were fried and fragrant after soaking in water were put into the pressure cooker, and all that was left was to wait.

Then Wu Minqi picked up the radish on the kitchen counter and started to carve Peppa Pig.

"Hey, this girl can also carve radishes!" Han Guishan said in amazement when he saw Wu Minqi started to carve radishes, and then Wu Minqi felt more and more familiar, and slapped his thigh, remembering.

Isn't this the girl who carved radishes with Jiang Feng at Chenfeng Elementary School before?

It seems that I have seen it in the back kitchen of the healthy stir-fry restaurant before!

No wonder they can be a couple. It turns out that there is still such a relationship.

Han Guishan felt that he had seen through everything.

The waiting time was too boring, even the judges had to talk about some interesting topics to pass the time, and now there was a ready-made topic, and the chatter king Pei Shenghua took the lead in opening the chat box.

"Old Tong, Wu Minqi and Jiang Feng confessed, did he say anything?" Pei Shenghua asked.

"What can I say in those two steps." Tong Deyan glanced at Pei Shenghua, and saw that he looked like I was going to be a matchmaker, "What do you want to do?"

"It's just that it hasn't been done yet. The young people are thin-skinned now, we have to push back, otherwise it would be a pity if it doesn't work out." Pei Shenghua smiled as if I was going to be a matchmaker.

He hasn't opened his business yet this year, so Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi think it's a good start.

"You haven't eaten Jiang Feng's dish yet? Do you still need to push it?" Tong Deyan ignored Pei Shenghua and gave him a silver.

"Old Tong, it's just that you don't understand. Those who are short of window paper have to be pushed by outsiders like us." Pei Shenghua has already begun to plan how to be a matchmaker later.

"Old Pei has only this hobby. He pushes as much as he wants. In a few years, if these two really get married, he might even brag everywhere that he is a good matchmaker." Zhu Chang laughed.

Pei Shenghua has done this before, and it is the most deadly.

...

"Brother, why do you keep looking at Sister Wu?" Jiang Junlian asked sharply.

"If you don't look at her, don't you look at her too?" Jiang Zaide yawned, exuding the temperament of a single dog.

"Dede, did you stay up late again last night?" the aunt asked worriedly.

"It's okay, Mom, I just stayed up all night, and I must go to bed early today." Jiang Zaide is full of fighting spirit whenever he thinks about a better life in the future.

...

After nearly an hour, Wu Minqi's sprouts and braised pork finally came out of the pot.

The normal level is almost the same as what she did in the back kitchen of the healthy cooking restaurant a few days ago. If it weren't for Jiang Feng's super performance today and the addition of the first love buff, Wu Minqi would definitely be promoted.

The score came out quickly, 8.7 points.

This time, the judges scored very quickly. After all, the victory or defeat was basically decided the moment Jiang Feng's score came out. Now, compared to the competition, everyone wanted to eat melons.

Zhu Chang picked up the microphone, gave Pei Shenghua a steady expression, and said slowly, "I have to say, Jiang Feng is really a surprising player."

"The eight-treasure porridge last time has already amazed us. I didn't expect it to give us an even bigger surprise this time. I can say that this is the most perfect and the best silk-drawn yam I have ever eaten in my life. Whether it is hanging sugar, As the witnesses, we feel very honored." Zhu Chang had a matchmaker-like smile on his face, "Of course , Contestant Wu Minqi's sprouted meat is also very good, there are some minor problems, but this is an undeniably excellent dish. I am very happy to see these two excellent chefs bring us such a surprising dish , I am also looking forward to the surprises Jiang Feng and Gu Li will give us in the finals."

Then Zhu Chang directly handed the microphone to Tong Deyan. Tong Deyan glanced at Pei Shenghua, seeing that his expression was obviously still brewing, and said: "This is a very memorable day. There is a very memorable dish. I believe we will all Remember this day."

Zang Mu picked up the microphone and said without thinking: "I wish you happiness."

Audience: ? ? ?

Xu Cheng took the microphone and said slowly: "I haven't eaten such a dish that can resonate with me for many years. The state of a chef will greatly affect the taste of an excellent dish. I am honored to be able to I hope it's not the only time I've had this dish, it's just the beginning."

The entire audience was basically confused. They suspected that they were not on the same channel as these judges, and they were not watching a game. Why they couldn't understand other people's comments except Zhu Chang's.

Jiang Jiankang looked blank in the audience, but Wang Xiulian smelled something unusual with a woman's intuition.

"Wife..."

"Don't make noise!" Wang Xiulian was observing Jiang Feng carefully. She felt that something was wrong with her son.

After brewing for a long time, Pei Shenghua picked up the microphone and stood up, facing the audience, and said with a smile: "I believe that many audiences may not understand what the other judges said just now. It's not that we are playing tricks, but It was the silk-drawn yam made by contestant Jiang Feng today, which was very interesting. It gave us some unusual flavors and some special feelings. This is a very beautiful, very pure feeling, very suitable for the occasion, and very suitable for this silk-drawing yam The taste of yam. But some things should not be said by outsiders like us, I want to hear contestant Jiang Feng tell me, what kind of mood did you use to make this shredded yam today."

The smile gradually deepened.

Jiang Feng: ...

What kind of program is this? Isn't this a cooking competition? Why does he feel that every one of these judges has their faces written all over? I'm here to see If You Are the One.

Jiang Feng looked at Wu Minqi, who was also looking at him.

The staff has already handed him the microphone.

The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.

The director roared frantically next to the big cameraman: "Cut the camera, cut the camera, pull the close-up, his close-up!"

He had a hunch that it would depend on Jiang Feng's next sentence whether he could get a promotion and a salary increase that would blow up the ratings.

"I..." suddenly became the focus of the audience, and Jiang Feng was speechless for a while.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Feng said again: "Today is indeed a somewhat special day, not only my birthday, but also, and..."

"And I found out that I fell in love with someone."

"Wu Minqi, I like you, be my girlfriend!"