When the kitchen was finished, Zhang Luyu and his party had already left, and Guo Mengting packed a piece of pine nut corn before leaving, saying that she wanted to take it back to her daughter to eat. Jiang Feng came out of the back kitchen to move his muscles and bones, and heard Comrade Wang Xiulian calling the poultry supplier to ask them to prepare a few more live chickens.

Ji Yue sat on a chair playing with her mobile phone, and when she saw Jiang Feng come out, she asked, "When will you start eating?"

"The shrimp have just been cooked, and there are still ten minutes. Jiang Feng went to the counter to get his mobile phone and called Wang Hao, asking him not to use the excuse of delivering takeaways to touch the fish and come back to eat soon.

This semester is generally heavy on schoolwork, except for Wang Hao and Liu Zixuan, everyone else generally does not come to the store to help, Wang Xiulian originally wanted to find another cheap student handyman, and the part-time news was sent to the part-time group of A University, but it turned out that there was no need at all.

Ji Yue is a top two!

After experiencing the PUBG Manuscript Battle, Ji Yue's whole person seems to have evolved, not only the speed of drawing has become faster, but the speed of receiving dishes on the table has also become faster, and even makes people doubt her major, giving people the feeling that it is not like a graphic design major but a hotel service management major.

"Oh, by the way, did you eliminate quite a few people in this afternoon's game?" asked Ji Yue.

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

"When it was less than five o'clock this afternoon, An Ling, the girl who can drink specially, seemed to have been eliminated, and bought a little kelp silk next door and drank 3 bottles of Erguotou in the store. Ji Yue said.

"Drunk?"

"I was drunk, I cried while drinking, I almost thought she was out of love, I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to go back and accompany her to the bottom of the dormitory building before coming back. Ji Yue shook her head, "It's not a professional, it's just a game?"

Jiang Feng was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that he had said this sentence to Chen Xiuxiu.

Chen Xiuxiu has studied piano for seven years, and she was basically pressed by her father to learn, which is similar to Jiang Feng's cooking when he was a child.

She has little interest in the piano, and has been a half-asser for seven years of piano learning and five years of fishing. In the third year of junior high school, there was a private piano competition in Z City, and she signed up on a whim, and was eliminated after reaching the top 30 all the way.

On the day of elimination, Chen Xiuxiu went home and cried for an afternoon, and Jiang Feng said the same at the time: "You are an amateur, is it just a game?"

How did Chen Xiuxiu answer?

"You have been studying cooking for almost ten years, you are also an amateur, you are now going to participate in a cooking competition and you are eliminated, are you sad?

At that time, Jiang Feng swore that he would definitely not be sad, he felt that he would not be next to cooking again in his life, and he didn't like to learn to cook much.

Wu Minqi came out of the kitchen with the dishes: "Uncle Jiang said that there are still five minutes to eat." ”

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

"I like it. Wu Minqi said.

"Loved it since childhood?"

"That's not it, when I was a child, I was forced to learn by my dad and my grandfather, who liked to be locked in the kitchen to practice knife work when they were young, did you like it when you were a child?" Wu Minqi smiled, with a nostalgic face, "I must have liked to play when I was a child, and I was very envious that my classmates didn't have to be locked in the kitchen to learn to cook." I remember that at that time, my little cousin and I pretended to be sick and made up the same reason, and my grandfather found out and beat me up, and then I didn't dare anymore, and honestly learned to cook in the kitchen. ”

"And then?" Ji Yue was interested, "Is your little cousin's cooking skills as good as yours?"

"He didn't study after a few years of junior high school, he actually didn't have any talent, my family is just me and my third cousin are talented, my third cousin didn't go to college, and now he is in the store for my dad. Wu Minqi said.

"I started cooking when I was in junior high school and my dad asked me to help out at the store. ”

"Huh?" Ji Yue didn't understand.

"I don't like to learn to cook, but I like to hear people compliment me on how good I cook. Wu Minqi said, "My grandfather told me when I first learned to cook that it is the greatest honor of a chef to be praised by guests. It's funny to think about it now, I had to ask one by one to make sure that each of them said it was delicious, and then I was scolded by my grandfather. ”

"Were you so narcissistic in junior high school?" Ji Yue couldn't help laughing.

"Maybe it's because my dad and my grandfather rarely praised me when I was learning to cook, and I wanted to be praised at that time. Wu Minqi is a little embarrassed, "Actually, my grandfather is right, the praise of the guests is the greatest honor of a chef, I like to cook, in fact, I like others to praise me, whether I hear it or not, I am happy." ”

"Then I will praise you every day from now on. Ji Yue smiled, "Jiang Feng, what about you? You must have been cooking since elementary school." ”

"Almost, I was forced to study by my grandfather, and then I didn't study when I was about to take the high school entrance examination. Jiang Feng said.

If he hadn't gotten the game, he would only have helped clean in the store and paid to set the table, instead of helping out in the back kitchen like he is now.

"Could it be that you also like to be praised by others like Minqi?" asked Ji Yue.

"I ......" Jiang Feng just wanted to say that he wouldn't, but the words were blocked when he came to his mouth.

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

Wang Hao just came back just like stepping on a meal and was happy: "Oh, I caught up!"

As he spoke, he took the takeout box to the back kitchen.

Jiang Feng was a little distracted when he was pretending to eat, he just suddenly realized that he liked to be praised by others.

Whether it was making cucumbers for Chen Xiuxiu, or making claypot pork ribs rice in the dormitory in his freshman and sophomore year, he always wanted to be praised by others.

How troublesome it is 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 he who wants to eat it but Wang Hao who wants to eat.

Isn't what he likes is the satisfaction of being praised by others and the satisfaction of the food he makes being recognized by others?

Jiang Feng suddenly reacted, he liked to be a chef.

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

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

Jiang Feng walked to the table with three bowls of rice and sat down to eat with peace of mind.

"Why did you suddenly think to ask this?" Wu Minqi asked, sitting next to him.

"It's nothing, it's just that I just found out 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. ”