Wang Hao calculated the money given by everyone, and it was more than 400 yuan. In order to facilitate Jiang Feng to give them a discount on the food money after keeping accounts, Wang Hao also took a small book alone and wrote down how much money each person gave, which can be described as quite intimate.

"Ding, the game update is complete. ”

Jiang Feng turned around and went into the toilet.

Player Name: Jiang Feng

Level: 5 (0/1000) [Injectable: Yes/No]

Experience remaining: 4115

Skill: Identification (Intermediate): You can get most of the information.

Porridge (Intermediate): You can only master the correct proportions and basic heat of some ingredients.

Knife Skill (Advanced): Your knife skills have surpassed that of the vast majority of chefs. (Mastery: 0/100000)

Fire (Beginner): You can only control some basic heat. (Mastery: 0/1000)

Seasoning (elementary): You can only do it without poisoning people. (Mastery: 0/1000)

Lies (Intermediate): You can already lie without blushing. (Mastery: 0/10000)

Mathematics (Elementary): Your level is only equivalent to that of an average freshman. (Mastery: 0/1000)

Physics (Elementary): Your level is comparable to that of a high school student. (Mastery: 0/1000)

English (Intermediate): Just the level that a university student should have. (Mastery 0/10000)

Tasting (elementary): Cow chewing peony, violent heavenly things. (Non-upgradeable)

Concentrate:

1. Explore the skills on your own.

2. Experience points can be converted into proficiency in a ratio of 1:1.

[Omitted for the rest of the repetitions]

Jiang Feng: ......

I know I'm a scumbag, I don't need you to remind me :)

Jiang Feng's face was a little bad when he came out of the toilet.

"Brother Feng, what's wrong with you?" asked Wang Haoduo.

"Constipation. ”

……

In the evening, after Jiang Feng received a call from Comrade Jiang Jiankang, he took the sorted spices and Wang Hao to the store.

Several people from the uncle's family had already arrived, the door of the store was open, and the plaque was still not hanging, Jiang Feng went to the kitchen to spice Wang Hao first, and then led him straight up to the second floor.

As soon as Wang Hao stepped onto the second floor, he was stunned.

The house is full of strong men, regardless of men and women, young and old, the body shape is so unified, all of them are full of flesh and fierce faces, and even the two twin sisters who seem to be just junior high school students can see the prototype of the future overlord with their round figures.

Wang Hao suspected that he had strayed into the dinner of the big brothers of the underworld.

"Kaede...... Brother Feng, your family's ancestral sumo?" Wang Hao swallowed nervously.

"Ancestral cooks. Jiang Feng led Wang Hao to sit at the family table, one table for adults and one table for juniors, and the distribution was very reasonable.

The dishes are ready and steaming.

Wang Hao just sat down, I don't know if Jiang Junlian or Jiang Junqing turned his head and smiled at him, Jiang Feng's two twin cousins were exactly the same fat, so that Jiang Feng, who didn't often come into contact with them, couldn't tell who was who.

"Four happy balls, lion head, Dongpo elbow, sweet and sour carp, three fresh, kung pao chicken, nine turns of the large intestine, shredded yam, fish head tofu soup. Jiang Feng pointed to the dishes, introduced them to Wang Hao one by one, glanced at the prompts, and reminded him kindly, "I advise you not to drink the fish head tofu soup, my father is not good at this dish." ”

【A pot of fish head tofu soup with more oil and less salt and wrong heat】

Comrade Jiang Jiankang may have deserted when he was cooking soup.

At first, Wang Hao and Jiang Feng had been looking around and didn't pay attention when they came up, but now when they sat down and listened to his introduction, they felt that the saliva in their mouths had overflowed.

The slightest smell of meat drilled into his nose uncontrollably, Jiang Jiankang didn't pay much attention to his appearance when cooking, but he didn't seem to think anything, but as long as he smelled it, he knew that it was a good dish.

Wang Hao loves sweetness, and the first chopsticks first caught the shredded yam.

The syrup is even, the fried yam is not as powdery as it is steamed, and the bite is still a little chewy. The skin is tender and crispy on the outside, and soft and sweet on the inside.

Wang Hao's eyes immediately moistened.

"Brother Feng, you are so happy to have such a father. Wang Hao was extremely envious.

Jiang Feng silently gave him a chopstick to protect the chicken: "This is my father's specialty dish." ”

Wang Hao chewed peonies, and before the yam was eaten, he stuffed the kung bao chicken into his mouth, and praised vaguely: "It's delicious, it's delicious!"

Jiang Jiankang's kung pao chicken is not spicy but sweet, and I don't know how Wang Hao can boast of being delicious when he eats two beets at the same time.

Jiang Jiankang's specialty dish is Kung Pao chicken, but the best dish on this table is Dongpo elbow.

Jiang Jiankang loves to eat elbows, Jiang Weiguo doesn't, this Dongpo elbow is what he went to learn from chefs who are good at making elbows in other state-run restaurants, and then after several years of improvement, he carefully explored it. It's called Dongpo elbow, but it has nothing to do with the real Dongpo elbow.

The elbow was simmered for at least four hours, and the sauce was so fragrant that the skin and flesh were separated with a gentle poke of chopsticks.

Soft and sweet, fat but not greasy.

Jiang Jiankang's super-level dishes can be regarded as slightly making up for the regret that several uncles did not eat the old man's dishes.

The Jiang family, who was fed by the old man's craftsmanship, can only be said to be satisfied with such a table of dishes, and they are not amazing.

Jiang Jiankang's super-level performance is not as good as the old man's daily stir-fry.

But Wang Hao is not, he does not have the foundation of being able to taste the old man's craftsmanship every New Year, and he does not have such abundant funds to eat star-rated hotels every day, after eating and drinking, Wang Hao, who has gone to fairyland, almost wants to recognize Comrade Jiang Jiankang as a godfather on the spot.

"Brother Feng, you are really my brother, why didn't my uncle come to our A big store earlier! If we don't have money, we can crowdfund!" Wang Hao looked at the clean empty plate on the table, and tears almost fell.

After eating such a meal, how will he face the pig food in the canteen in the future.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao couldn't help but feel sad, took out his mobile phone and began to type frantically.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Feng asked when he saw Wang Hao editing a long list of messages.

"Advertise and let everyone try my uncle's handiwork. ”

Jiang Feng couldn't help but look sideways.

"Ding, gain 1 point of popularity, quest progress (1/100). ”