Wu Minqi is actually very good at making porridge.

One of the signature dishes of Wu's restaurant, millet porridge, is boiled by her, the ingredients are simple, the heat is accurate, soft and glutinous and sweet, the entrance is smooth, she can restore the original taste of the food, give full play to the characteristics of the ingredients, she can even confidently say that her level of boiling millet porridge can be compared to the master who has been practicing in the porridge making technique for twenty or thirty years.

But there is a premise for this.

She had to stare from the sidelines.

She has to adjust the heat according to how well the porridge is boiled, whether it should be stirred according to the aroma it emits, and when and how much heat to add need to be precisely controlled. For her, boiling a pot of millet porridge is not easier than cooking for a day.

But Jiang Feng is not like this.

She saw with her own eyes that Jiang Feng had been doing other things, and only went to the side of the pot from beginning to end to look at it three times, the first time she hugged the child, the second time she added sweet potatoes, and the third time she stirred and turned off the fire.

It's as simple as that, but you can make a pot of sweet potato porridge that is so good that you can't find fault with it.

Wu Minqi looked at the sweet potato porridge in a daze, but her body trembled a little because of excitement.

This feeling is like that the swordsman who is seeking defeat has finally found the old enemy of his dreams.

"Minqi, your cooking skills are as good as the president's!" Liu Qian sighed, dodging Shaoxian from her hand and scooping a bowl for herself.

Full, with chunks of sweet potatoes on top.

"Sweet potato porridge is not boiled by me, it is boiled by the president. Wu Minqi never took credit, seeing Liu Qian's expression like this, she was a little curious, "Have you ever drunk the porridge that will be boiled for a long time?"

"I've drunk it, in the first few days of their stir-fry restaurant, the porridge cooked by the president was still delivered for free. The long-president's porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork is so good! That taste, that fragrance, it's absolutely amazing! It's so soft, how can you say that sentence, it's smooth and delicious? No, it's fragrant...... It's just delicious!" Liu Qian couldn't think of words to describe Jiang Feng's preserved egg and lean porridge after searching her stomach, but her fascinated expression had already told Wu Minqi that she was obsessed with that bowl of porridge.

"Why doesn't he boil it now?" Wu Minqi took back the iron spoon from Liu Qian's hand and began to divide the porridge, and asked casually.

"The chairman later studied the soup, and the soup he cooked was really unpalatable! Add ingredients indiscriminately, add everything, all kinds of mushrooms, and it is different every day, and now I don't cook soup or porridge. Liu Qian sighed, "Actually, the president's cooking skills are very good, and I don't dislike him, but his father and his grandfather's fried dishes are obviously more delicious, and we go to eat every day like a lottery lottery, how good do you say he should continue to cook porridge." ”

"To be a chef, of course, you have to keep learning. Wu Minqi still agreed with Jiang Feng's behavior.

The two chatted a few more words, and there were always a lot of words between fellow villagers who were going to college in other places, not to mention that they were from the same high school, and during the conversation, the porridge and egg custard were divided, and each person also had a bottle of hot milk.

Others could accept it, and the students who were assigned to carry things and clean up were already hungry.

He was woken up early in the morning, and then he did manual work, and everyone was hungry.

Then their hearts were cold when they saw breakfast.

A bowl of sweet potato or pumpkin porridge, a 245ml bottle of hot milk of a certain brand, and a small bowl of egg custard for students.

The female classmate who spoke to the lonely old man was okay, she worked for more than an hour, and the male classmate who had a big appetite was simply like ashes.

"Guys, there are still noodles in a minute, so if you want to eat noodles, please raise your hand. Liu Qian shouted loudly.

Brush, brush, brush, almost all the male students raised their hands, and some teachers were more neat and neat than elementary school students who raised their hands to answer questions in class.

"It's good that there are noodles, otherwise I would have starved to death this morning, eh, you kid actually brought bread!" The student union officer who was arrested as a strong man saw his colleague sitting next to him quietly take out four small breads from his pocket, and his eyes straightened, "Come on, come on, give me one!"

"Isn't there noodles? You can just eat more noodles. "The plastic brotherhood makes colleagues reluctant to share their treasured bread.

"The guy who ordered the person is blind, Jiang Feng can cook, forget it, Liu Qian is a food broadcaster at all, and there is another girl who is not very good at it, so many of us may have cooked the food by Jiang Feng alone. It's better to order two people from the housekeeping club, a group of elementary school students in the back kitchen make trouble, and the noodles can be eaten. "The student council officer made a reasoned analysis.

"Divide me one, you have four, I'll starve to death if I have to move things later. The student council officer pleaded.

The colleague hesitated for a moment, attracted by the large piece of sweet potato on his bowl of sweet potato porridge, orange and red, and it was very appetizing just looking at it.

"Divide one for you, and divide me for a little sweet potato porridge. ”

"Okay!" the student council officer was very cheerful, he had no interest in the porridge at all, and pushed the bowl in front of his colleagues.

My colleague picked up the sweet potato on top with chopsticks.

The colleague took a spoon and scooped a large spoonful of porridge.

The colleague scooped up another big spoonful of porridge.

The colleague double-scooped up a large spoonful of porridge.

The colleague scooped up a large spoonful of porridge in both hands.

The colleague scooped up a large spoonful of porridge with both sides.

The bowl was empty.

"Ahem. The colleague wiped his mouth a little embarrassed, he just thought that the sweet potato looked delicious, after tasting the sweet potato, he felt that the porridge should be good, and after drinking it, he felt that he should take another bite, and then everything was irreparable into the current situation.

"Well, I accidentally finished drinking, I'll give you two more loaves of bread. "Colleagues tried to remedy.

"Okay, sweet potato porridge is so delicious?" the student council secretary took the bread with no idea what he was missing.

"It's ok, I like to drink sweet potato porridge. The colleague had a straight face.

When everyone was almost finished, Jiang Feng and the teacher who helped came out with a bucket of noodles and a bucket of noodle soup.

He had already contacted Wu Minqi on his mobile phone before, and asked her to divide the bowl and the seasoning, and when he came over, he would directly divide the noodles.

What do you say about the noodles this time?

I think I can eat it, it is poisonous, it is a little thick, a little rough, it has been broken many times, the shape is not regular, and the taste is estimated to be a little lumpy.

I can eat it!

The noodles were distributed to everyone, and each person began to devour them with a bowl of food, as if the bowl was filled with a peerless delicacy.

Especially those who were given sweet potato porridge, the sweet potato porridge was even hungrier after appetizing.

Jiang Feng was shocked when he saw this scene.

Could it be ......

His noodles are actually very good, his real talent is in the white case, he has been going in the wrong direction all these years, he is actually an undiscovered culinary genius?

"I did... Is it really so delicious?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but ask.

Wu Minqi, who silently put down the bowl after tasting it, said very straightforwardly: "It's they who are hungry." ”

Jiang Feng: ......

Oh.