Having discovered a way to gain experience points, Jiang Feng began to be a little nervous about the position of the chef.

However, the kitchen is Comrade Jiang Jiankang's territory, and he is the king of the back kitchen, from paring knives, boning knives, and fruit knives to iron pots, cutting boards, and gas stoves, all of which are his courtiers. The possibility of Jiang Feng wanting to rebel under his nose is almost zero.

For a whole day, Jiang Feng found an opportunity to go to the back kitchen and cook a bowl of seaweed egg soup. This is still when Comrade Jiang Jiankang is very busy, otherwise Jiang Feng will not even be able to take the pot.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the store closed, Jiang Jiankang and Comrade Wang Xiulian cleaned up the kitchen and blasted Jiang Feng home in advance as usual.

Before leaving, Jiang Feng took two cucumbers from the back kitchen.

A plate of regular cucumbers, this adjective is too banal. Jiang Feng felt that he had been shooting cucumbers for Chen Xiuxiu since he was a child, and he had been practicing this dish for decades, and this evaluation had to be at least full of color, flavor, and so on.

The cucumbers that Chen Xiuxiu once ate were enough to wipe out the cucumber family in an orchard.

Back at home, Jiang Feng stood in the kitchen and carefully looked at the two cucumbers he had received from Wang Xiulian.

One is fat and one is thin, one is tall and one is short, the surface is rough, and the yellow-green skin still has the scars of Comrade Wang Xiulian's violent cleaning.

Shoot cucumbers...... How to shoot?

Jiang Feng, who had smashed countless cucumbers and had seen all the fat and thin people, was confused.

How else can you shoot cucumbers? Do you want to be like a martial arts novel, sink into the dantian, use your true qi to explore the internal structure of the cucumber, take out the legendary kitchen knife, use a little skill, and rotate the back of the knife when shooting......

Forget it, he can't make it up.

Take out the kitchen knife, put the cucumber on the cutting board, and pop it.

There is no refreshing fragrance, no attractive color, and no shine.

The cucumber is still a cucumber, it's just smashed.

Pour vinegar, dripping chili oil, and two plates of cucumbers are done.

The vinegar was brewed by Comrade Jiang Weiguo, and the chili oil was made by Comrade Jiang Jiankang himself.

[A mediocre cucumber]

【A serving of vinegar with too much cucumber】

Jiang Feng: ......

Although I don't know why I can see the notes at home, these two notes are obviously very unpleasant.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Feng knocked on the door next door with the cucumber with too much vinegar.

Five minutes ago, Comrade Wang Xiulian, who came back from cleaning up the back kitchen, strongly condemned Jiang Feng's behavior of wasting food by shooting cucumbers at night, and ate the plate of ordinary cucumbers wisely, and instructed Jiang Feng to send another plate to Chen Xiuxiu next door to eat.

"Xiuxiu, doesn't that kid love to eat cucumbers the most? When you were a child, you took that cucumber and put so much vinegar, and she ate it cleanly!"

Jiang Feng suspected that with Comrade Wang Xiulian's loud voice, Chen Xiuxiu next door had already heard it clearly.

When Chen Xiuxiu opened the door, she was obviously a little stunned when she saw Jiang Feng holding a plate of cucumbers.

The phrase "Eat?" has appeared in countless conversations between them.

"Eat. Chen Xiuxiu said subconsciously.

Chen Dusleeve is not at home, but this is also a common thing, since Jiang Feng can remember, he has been on a business trip for three days and two ends.

Jiang Feng patted the cucumber and put it on the dining table, and there was a bowl of porridge that had been cooled in the fly cover on the table, and there were no side dishes.

And it's a bowl of porridge that looks very bad, looks like mush, and seems to be a little burnt.

Jiang Feng frowned and asked, "You didn't eat dinner?"

"I can't eat it. Chen Xiuxiu looked disgusted.

Seeing her appearance, Jiang Feng didn't say much, and walked straight into the kitchen.

Compared with the Jiang family's kitchen, which is comparable to the back kitchen of a hotel, Chen Xiuxiu's kitchen is much simpler. Two kitchen knives, the cutting board are a little damp and cracked, a pot, a salt jar, a small pot of oil, and I can't find any other spices.

"You want to cook?" Chen Xiuxiu didn't stop him, and smiled sarcastically, "My family has nothing, just a pot, a bag of rice, and meal replacement powder." ”

Sure enough, when I opened the refrigerator, it was empty except for beer.

"Oh yes, and the old man's beer. Chen Xiuxiu looked at him, "Your family's ingredients should all be in the store, I'm going to eat, just heat up this bowl of porridge." ”

This sentence came out of Chen Xiuxiu's mouth, which was enough to shock the small stall owners who had been patronized by her.

With the mouth that Chen Xiuxiu was fed to Diao by Comrade Jiang Jiankang since she was a child, how could she eat a bowl of porridge that was sticky and a little burnt.

"I'll cook you a white porridge. Jiang Feng also knew that it was impossible to cook vegetables, and set his eyes on the only rice that could be eaten in the kitchen.

Chen Xiuxiu sat on the chair and quietly watched Jiang Feng cook porridge.

The Jiang family doesn't like to drink porridge, and if they want to drink it, they won't drink white porridge, at least shrimp porridge and beef porridge, which are wonderful porridges that make people feel the meat. The bland and tasteless white porridge would not appear on the Jiang family's dinner table.

The key to boiling porridge is to grasp the ratio of rice and water, grasp the timing of heat change, and stir evenly to make the rice grains full and thick.

Of course, none of these Jiang Feng can do it.

He could only boil out a bowl of bland and tasteless white porridge that made people feel that it was still possible to drink and that they could not drink the dead.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, haven't we?" Chen Xiuxiu said suddenly.

"Well, almost a year. We haven't seen each other since you went to college. Jiang Feng thought about it carefully.

"Did you almost not recognize me when you saw me at noon today, I was fat...... It's not human-shaped, it's like a meat ball. Chen Xiuxiu said, glancing at her arm.

"You weren't fat either. Jiang Feng said while stirring the pot, "It's just that in the eyes of my parents, you are not fat at all." ”

The Jiang family's definition of a fat person is that those who are less than 200 pounds are not considered fat, they can only be regarded as strong.

Chen Xiuxiu laughed: "Also, only you don't treat me as a fat man." ”

"Dieting to lose weight hurts the body, that's what you said. Jiang Feng said.

When I was in high school, every time Chen Xiuxiu went to Jiang Feng's small shop to eat after school, she always said with a smile while eating meat: "I also know that I eat too much meat and gain weight, but my food is so big, dieting and losing weight hurts my body!"

"I know. ”

"I also wanted to exercise to lose weight at first, but it was really too difficult, you can't imagine how difficult it is for a 170-pound fat man to run a lap around the track and field. How simple is dieting, as long as you buy emetic drugs, you will lose weight when you vomit. ”

"I don't have to go to a specific clothing store to buy clothes anymore, and no one will look at me strangely when I walk on the road, and then I don't even need emetic drugs, and I will naturally want to vomit when I see greasy meat, how good." ”

Jiang Feng has no way to make a statement, the Jiang family has never been short of fat people, and they are all fat people with big shoulders and round waists who can beat ten, and no one will open their eyes to say anything about rumors, let alone anyone watching with strange eyes on the street, more watching the big man with a sideways face in front of him hiding away.

Jiang Feng could only cook porridge silently.

Soon, a pot of unremarkable white porridge was boiled.

【A bowl of white porridge with a decent taste】

This is the game's highest praise for Jiang Feng's current cooking.

Brought the white porridge to Chen Xiuxiu, Chen Xiuxiu's face was full of rejection.

She didn't want to eat anything, she was willing never to eat anything again.

But she couldn't refuse Jiang Feng's kindness.

The white porridge was still steaming, and Chen Xiuxiu picked up chopsticks and picked up a piece of the smallest cucumber.

"Gada. ”

"Ding, gain 10 XP. ”

"Delicious. Chen Xiuxiu said in a low voice.

Jiang Feng: ???

If he's not mistaken, this shoot cucumber vinegar is too much!