When Jiang Feng returned to Taifeng Building, he unexpectedly found that Ji Yue was actually in the lobby, lying on the pen tablet to catch up with the manuscript.

This scene is so familiar that Jiang Feng even wonders if he is still in a healthy stir-fry restaurant.

"Are your feet okay?" Jiang Feng asked.

"No, I can walk but I can't move much, and I should be able to come to work in two days. Ji Yue said, staring at the tablet in front of her with a sad face.

Jiang Feng noticed that a table and a bowl were drawn on the tablet in front of Ji Yue, which should be a close-up picture of wontons. The tables, bowls and spoons are all drawn, and even the notch, pattern, and material texture of the bowl have been changed, but the wontons in the bowl are not painted.

"Why didn't you draw wontons?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I can't draw it. Ji Yue sighed and grabbed a handful of her hair fiercely, "I really can't draw it, I've been painting it for several days, and I've finished painting the rest of the parts, but I can't draw the wontons you made." ”

"Can't draw wontons?" Jiang Feng was a little incomprehensible, wasn't the pure meat wontons he made just thick skin and less meat, and half of them were scattered after cooking, and the skin and flesh of the wontons in the bowl were separated, making them difficult to eat at first glance.

"I just always feel like something is missing, the ravioli I drew is different from the ravioli you made. Every time you make a ravioli, it feels the same way, and when I don't draw the kind you make, can you see what I mean?"

Jiang Feng shook his head.

"Don't talk about you, I don't understand what I mean, it's just different anyway, it's just a little bit of something. Ji Yue was also very helpless.

"Why don't I make you a bowl and you follow the painting, or do you take a bite and then continue painting?" Jiang Feng proposed.

The expression on Ji Yue's face gradually became frightened, and it was written that there were always Diao people who wanted to harm me.

The wontons made by Jiang Feng, whoever eats them knows.

After weighing it again, Ji Yue nodded and agreed to Jiang Feng's proposal.

Jiang Feng was about to go to the changing room to change clothes, but suddenly remembered and asked more: "You don't stay at home with your feet, what are you doing in the store?"

"Aunt Wang asked me to come over and help. Ji Yue lowered her voice, "You forgot, Taifeng Building has been open for a month, and now it's time for the first employee review." ”

Jiang Feng suddenly realized.

It's time to lay off people.

Liu Jiyue continued to worry about the tablet in the lobby, and Jiang Feng went to the back kitchen to make pure meat wontons with buffs after changing his clothes.

Ten minutes later, Ji Yue took a bite of pure meat wontons, and the whole person lay on the table and cried.

Crying heartbreakingly, crying heartbreakingly, crying to the point of grief.

After crying, Ji Yue looked at the pen tablet, still with an empty head and no thoughts, and didn't know how to write.

"Do you want to take another bite?" Jiang Feng boldly proposed.

Ji Yue looked at Jiang Feng angrily and looked incredulous.

Looking at Ji Yue's expression, it was clearly saying: Killing people is not enough, the two of us have no grudges in the past and no hatred in the near future, where did I offend you, you actually want to harm me so much!

"When I didn't say it, I'll help you take the ravioli. Jiang Feng stretched out his hand to serve the wontons.

"Wait. Ji Yue stopped him, looking at death with a look of death, "Let me eat one more bite!"

The second wonton was down, and Ji Yue continued to lie on the table and cry heartbreakingly.

After crying, Ji Yue, who was still uninspired, was not afraid of death and wanted to eat the third bite.

Jiang Feng watched from the side and couldn't help but sigh: Women are really ruthless to themselves!

Let Ji Yue eat and cry for a while in the lobby alone, cry for a while and take a bite, Jiang Feng returned to the back kitchen to continue practicing Yunji.

I finally succeeded once, and although I don't know why I succeeded, I still succeeded after all. Jiang Feng was going to take advantage of the victory to pursue, and reproduced it a few more times according to the method of Yunji that he made for Jiang Shoucheng at noon, to see if he could find out the law of success.

20 minutes later, Jiang Feng overturned again.

【Yunji (Failed) Grade B】

Jiang Feng looked at the chicken in front of him and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

In addition to doing it more carefully this time, there is basically no difference between the chicken in front of me and the one done at noon. He had just tasted it and didn't see the difference in taste, so how could he fail?

"What's wrong? You didn't make the flavor you wanted?" Wu Minqi was originally carving watermelons carefully, but when Jiang Feng stared at the Yunji that had just come out of the pot and fell into deep thought, he couldn't help but ask.

"I don't feel like there's anything wrong with the taste, but there's still something wrong with this dish. Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi: ???

She found that what her boyfriend was saying lately was becoming more and more incomprehensible.

Maybe it's stupid to cook.

Wu Minqi put down the half-carved watermelon in his hand, washed his hands, picked up a new pair of chopsticks, and sandwiched a chopstick to taste the chicken.

"Better than what you did before. Wu Minqi commented, "What you made before was too sweet, this one is a little bit normal." ”

Wu Minqi put down his chopsticks and turned his head to look at Jiang Feng: "So what flavor do you want to make, is it in line with the taste of children or adults?"

Jiang Feng himself didn't know.

He didn't even understand why the chicken at noon succeeded by mistake, and now this chicken that is obviously no different is still a B-level failure.

Just when Jiang Feng was entangled, Jiang Jian walked into the back kitchen happily.

"Xiao Feng, is my master here?" Jiang Jian asked, his expression like a thief.

"No, the third grandfather should still be resting in the teahouse, after an hour. Jiang Feng said, "If Uncle Jiang wants to find the third grandfather, just go to the teahouse to find him." ”

"No, no, I'm just asking. Jiang said, and began to look for ingredients to prepare the weird soup he was best at.

Ever since the strange soup of ginger hygiene was on the menu, he didn't watch and learn from the side of anyone who practiced cooking in the back kitchen like before.

In fact, he himself knows very well that no matter how many new dishes he learns with his talents, he will only be greedy and chew too much. It's just that he didn't know what to study before, so he just studied a little bit in the east and a little in the west, and wanted to learn everything he saw.

Ever since his weird soup hit the menu, Jiang Jian has a direction to struggle. He didn't have Jiang Weiming's level, and he made the originally ever-changing Baiwei soup into a strange soup with fixed ingredients and fixed tastes, but this did not prevent him from making this soup bigger and stronger, and constantly innovating.

Recently, he has found a new flavor, and he originally wanted to make it for Jiang Weiming to drink after a while. But tomorrow is Jiang Weiming's birthday, Jiang Jian can only catch the ducks on the shelves, and practice more while Jiang Weiming is not temporary, in order to give Jiang Weiming a surprise tomorrow.

"Uncle Jiang, are you going to make weird soup?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Well, some time ago I thought of a good match. Jiang Jian said, "I don't have my master's ability to make Baiwei soup that meets their tastes according to the tastes of different guests, and I can't even use different ingredients to make different flavors of Baiwei soup, so I can only keep trying some fixed ingredients and seasonings, and it tastes good." ”

"But my master said that this weird soup of mine is also very good, no worse than his Baiwei soup!" Jiang Jian was extremely proud, this was one of the few dishes in his life that was affirmed by Jiang Weiming.

"The third grandfather can still make soup according to the taste of the guests?"

"Of course, our state-run restaurant used to have a lot of regular diners. As my master said, it is best to make a dish with a lot of variations in ingredients, such as baiwei soup, if you can make it according to the taste of the customer. Jiang Jian said, thinking for a while, "But in fact, there are only a few old diners, except for family members, how can we have so much spare time to understand the tastes of guests." ”

Jiang Feng was stunned.

He felt as if he knew how to make an A-class chicken.

Jiang Feng looked at Wu Minqi.

Wu Minqi's taste is very clear to him, heavy taste, spicy, but he also likes the sweet and sour snacks that most girls like to eat, and he will go to the cake shop with Ji Yue to eat desserts once a week, and most of the time he eats Napoleon cakes.

She likes sweet and sour things, not too sour, a little sweeter, but not too sweet.

Wu Minqi saw Jiang Feng suddenly staring at him, revealing a slightly confused expression.

Jiang Feng retracted his gaze and began to prepare to make the next Yunji.

Make a chicken for Wu Minqi that meets her taste.

After 20 minutes, the chicken is out of the pan.

【Yunji Grade A】

And so it was!

Jiang Feng understood that before his cooking skills reached Grade A, Yun Chicken could only be a customized dish.

A made-to-order dish for loved ones and loved ones.

Cao Guixiang's original purpose in making this dish was to cater to Zhang Zhiyun's taste and fool him, this dish exists because of Zhang Zhiyun, and it only exists for Zhang Zhiyun.

"Kiki, how about you come and taste this dish?" Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi put down the watermelon in his hand again, washed his hands, picked up his chopsticks and grabbed a piece of chicken.

"Delicious. Wu Minqi never hesitated to praise Jiang Feng and smiled.

"It's delicious. ”