v2 Chapter 130： chicken soup

I waited for the kitchen to finish, and Zhang Luyu's party had already left. Before leaving, Guo Mengting packed a pine kernel corn and said that she would bring it back to her daughter to eat. Jiang Feng came out of the back kitchen to move his muscles and heard that Comrade Wang Xiulian was calling a poultry supplier to prepare them a few more live chickens.

Wu Jiyue sat in a chair and played with her mobile phone. When Jiang Feng came out, she asked, "when do you have dinner?"

"Shrimp just got out of the pot, it's ten minutes." Jiang Feng went to the counter and called Wang Hao with his mobile phone to stop him from returning to eat by taking out takeaway fish.

This semester is generally heavy in work. Except for Wang Hao and Liu Zixuan, other people generally don't come to the store to help. Wang Xiulian originally wanted to find another cheap student handyman. The part-time news was sent to the big part-time group of A. It turned out that it was not need.

Jiyue one top two!

After experiencing the battle of dragging and surviving the Jedi, the whole person seems to have evolved. Not only has the speed of drawing drafts become faster, but the speed of collecting and serving food has also increased, and even people have doubts about her profession and give people It doesn't feel like a graphic design major but a hotel service management major.

"Oh, yes, did you eliminate a lot of people this afternoon?" Ji Yue asked.

"The elimination rate is 96%, what's wrong?" Jiang Feng replied, knowing that Ji Yue didn't care much about the cooking contest.

"Until five o'clock this afternoon, An 翎, the girl who can drink especially, seems to have been eliminated. I bought a little seaweed silk next door and drank 3 bottles of Erguotou in the store." Ji Yue said.

"drunk?"

"Drunken, drinking and crying, I almost thought she was in love, I was afraid she couldn't go back and accompany her to the bottom of the dormitory before coming back." Ji Yue shook her head, "It's not professional, it's a Is the game just over? "

Qiu Jiangfeng has stopped.

He suddenly remembered this sentence, he once said to Chen Xiuxiu.

秀 Chen Xiuxiu studied piano for seven years, and was basically taught by her dad. He had the same skills as Jiang Feng when he was a kid.

She has no interest in piano. She has been playing piano for seven years and five years, and she has always been a semi-anxiety. On the third day of the third year, there was a private piano competition in Z city. She made a report on the spot and was eliminated all the way to the top 30.

The day Chen was eliminated, Chen Xiuxiu went home and cried for an afternoon. Jiang Feng said the same at the time: "You were originally an amateur. Is it just a game?"

怎么 How did Chen Xiuxiu answer?

"You have been cooking for almost ten years, and you are also an amateur. Are you sad to be eliminated when you go to participate in a cooking competition? It is said that you do n’t like it, who would learn it for so many years?"

At that time, Jiang Feng vowed to answer with certainty that it would not be sad. At that time, he felt that he would no longer be side by side with cooking in his life, and he did not like to learn to cook.

敏 Wu Minqi came out of the kitchen holding a dish: "Uncle Jiang said that there are still five minutes to cook."

"Minqi, do you like cooking?" Jiang Feng asked for no reason.

"I like it," Wu Minqi said.

"Like you since childhood?"

"It wasn't. My dad and my grandfather forced them to learn when I was a kid. Who liked to be kept in the kitchen to practice knives when you were a kid, did you like it when you were a kid?" Wu Minqi laughed and missed, "I must have liked to play when I was a kid. At that time, I envied my classmates not to be kept in the kitchen to learn how to cook. I remember that at that time, I and my little cousin pretended that the pathology was the same. My grandpa found out that he was savage, and then he never dared to. Now, I have learned to cook in the kitchen. "

然后 "What then?" Ji Yue was interested, "Is your little cousin cooking as good as you?"

"He has n’t studied since he was in junior high school for a few years. In fact, he has no talents. My family and my third cousin are very talented. My third cousin is not in college and now he is fighting for my dad in the shop." Wu Minqi said.

"I only loved cooking when my dad asked me to help out in the junior high school."

"Ah?" Ji Yue didn't understand.

"I don't like to learn to cook, but I like to hear customers praise me for cooking." Wu Minqi said, "My grandfather told me when I first started to learn how to cook. It is the chef's greatest honor to get the praise of the guests. At that time, when I made cold dishes, I actually put them on the plate. I thought I made them myself. I went to the guests and asked them if the cold dishes I made were delicious. Now I think it ’s funny, I have to ask one by one. They must all say that they are delicious before giving up, and then my grandpa scolded me. "

"Is this narcissistic when you were in junior high school?" Ji Yue couldn't help laughing.

"Probably because my dad and my grandfather seldom praised me when I was cooking, and I wanted to be praised at that time." Wu Minqi was a little embarrassed. "Actually, my grandfather was right. The guest's compliment is a chef The greatest glory, I like cooking, I actually like others to praise me, whether I can hear it or not, I am happy. "

"I will praise you every day from now on." Ji Yue laughed. "Jiang Feng, how about you? You must also be cooking from elementary school."

"Almost, I was forced to learn by my grandfather. Later, I did n’t learn when I was going to take the middle school exam." Collect the money and set the table instead of trying to help the kitchen now.

"Don't you like to be praised by others like Min Qi?" Ji Yue asked.

"I ..." Jiang Feng just wanted to say that he wouldn't, and he blocked his mouth.

"Xiao Feng, it's time to cook, go and help your mother prepare the rice!" Jiang Jiankang came out of the kitchen carrying the oil prawns.

Wang Hao, just like stepping on a meal, happened to be back, with a look of gladness: "Oh, I caught up and caught up!"

He said, taking the takeaway box to the kitchen.

Qi Jiangfeng was a little bit surprised when he loaded the rice. He just suddenly realized that he liked to be praised by others.

Whether he used to make cucumbers for Chen Xiuxiu or his freshman year, he made claypot pork ribs in his dormitory during his sophomore year. He always wanted to get praise from others.

何 How difficult is it to make a claypot pork ribs rice in the dormitory? It takes a long time to buy vegetables, wash vegetables, and process meat. Especially in most cases, it is not what he wants but Wang Hao.

What he likes is not the self-satisfaction after being praised by others and the satisfaction of being recognized by others?

Qijiang Feng suddenly reacted. He liked to be a chef.

He hates the process of hard work, but he enjoys the results of hard work.

He studied cooking for ten years in order to praise the diners, not the satisfaction of the old man.

Minjiang Fengduan walked to the table with three bowls of rice and sat down to eat comfortably.

"Why did you suddenly think about asking this?" Wu Minqi sat next to him and asked.

"It's nothing, I just discovered that I actually like cooking." Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi glanced at him: "Of course you like it."

"If you don't like it, you can't learn so well."