Chapter 15 Publicity
Wang Hao calculated the food money everyone gave him and found that it was more than four hundred yuan. In order to make it easier for Jiang Feng to keep accounts and give them a discount on their food allowance, Wang Hao also took a separate notebook to write down how much money each person gave, which was quite considerate.
"Ding, the game update is complete."
Jiang Feng turned around and entered the toilet.
Player name: Jiang Feng
Level: 5 (0/1000) [Can be injected: Yes/No]
Remaining experience value: 4115
Skill: Identification (Intermediate): You can obtain most information.
Cooking porridge (intermediate): You can only master the correct proportions of some ingredients and basic heat.
Knife Skills (Advanced): Your knife skills surpass those of most chefs. (Proficiency: 0/100000)
Heat (Elementary): You can only control some basic heat levels. (Proficiency: 0/1000)
Seasoning (Elementary): You can only poison people without killing them. (Proficiency 0/1000)
Lies (Intermediate): You can already lie without blushing. (Proficiency: 0/10000)
Mathematics (Junior Level): Your level is equivalent to that of an average freshman. (Proficiency: 0/1000)
Physics (Junior Level): Your level is equivalent to that of a high school student. (Proficiency 0/1000)
English (Intermediate): Just the level a college student should have. (Proficiency 0/10000)
Tasting dishes (elementary level): The cow chews the peonies and indulges in the natural beauty. (Not upgradeable)
Note:
1. Please explore the skills by yourself.
2. Experience points can be converted into proficiency at a ratio of 1:1.
【Remaining repetitions omitted】
Jiang Feng:...
I know I’m a bad student and don’t need you to remind me:)
Jiang Feng looked a little unhappy when he came out of the toilet.
"Brother Feng, what's wrong with you?" Wang Hao asked a lot.
"Constipation."
……
In the evening, after Jiang Feng received a call from Comrade Jiang Jiankang, he took the prepared condiments and went to the store with Wang Hao.
Several people from his uncle's family had already arrived. The door of the store was open, but the plaque was still not hung. Jiang Feng went to the kitchen to get the seasoning for Wang Hao, and then led him straight to the second floor.
Wang Hao was stunned as soon as he stepped onto the second floor.
The room full of strong men, no matter men, women, old or young, all have the same body shape. They all have fleshy faces and fierce expressions. Even the two twin sisters who look like they are just junior high school students can see the future with their round bodies. The prototype of an overlord.
Wang Hao suspected that he had mistakenly entered a gathering of underworld buddies.
"Feng...Brother Feng, is your family's ancestral sumo wrestling?" Wang Hao swallowed nervously.
"The ancestral cook." Jiang Feng led Wang Hao to sit at the family table. There was a table for adults and a table for juniors. The distribution was very reasonable.
The dishes have been served and are still steaming.
As soon as Wang Hao sat down, Jiang Juanlian or Jiang Junqing turned to smile at him. Jiang Feng, the two twin cousins, were exactly the same, so Jiang Feng, who didn't often come into contact with them, couldn't tell who was who.
"Sixi meatballs, lion's head, Dongpo elbow, sweet and sour carp, ground three delicacies, Kung Pao chicken, nine-turn large intestine, shredded yam, fish head and tofu soup." Jiang Feng pointed to the dishes and introduced them to Wang Hao one by one. I glanced at the prompt and gave a friendly reminder, "I advise you not to drink fish head and tofu soup. My dad is not good at this dish."
[A bowl of fish head and tofu soup with more oil, less salt and less heat]
Comrade Jiang Jiankang may have deserted while making soup.
At first, Wang Hao and Jiang Feng had been looking around without paying attention when they came up. Now that they sat down and listened to his introduction, they felt that their mouths were already overflowing with saliva.
The aroma of meat penetrated his nose uncontrollably. Jiang Jiankang didn't pay much attention to presentation when cooking, but he didn't seem to notice anything, but as soon as he smelled it, he knew it was a good dish.
Wang Hao has a sweet tooth, so he picked up shredded yam with his chopsticks first.
The syrup is even, the fried yam is not as powdery as steamed yam, and it is still a little chewy to bite. Tender and crispy on the outside, soft and sweet on the inside.
Wang Hao's eyes suddenly became moist.
"Brother Feng, you are so lucky to have such a father." Wang Hao was extremely envious.
Jiang Feng silently gave him a chopstick of chicken diced chicken: "This is my dad's specialty."
Wang Hao chewed peonies and stuffed kung pao chicken into his mouth before eating yam. He praised vaguely: "It's delicious, it's delicious!"
The Kung Pao Chicken made by Jiang Jiankang was not spicy but rather sweet. I don’t know how Wang Hao could say it was delicious when he ate two beets at the same time.
Jiang Jiankang's specialty dish is Kung Pao Chicken, but the best dish on the table is Dongpo Pork Pork.
Jiang Jiankang loves elbows, but Jiang Weiguo doesn't. He went to learn the Dongpo pork elbows from chefs in other state-owned restaurants who were good at making elbows, and then carefully figured out the Dongpo pork elbows after several years of improvement. It is called Dongpo elbow, but it has nothing to do with the real Dongpo elbow.
The elbow has been simmered for at least four hours, and the sauce is rich in flavor. The skin and flesh separate when you poke it lightly with chopsticks.
Soft and sweet, fat but not greasy.
Jiang Jiankang's table of superb dishes somewhat made up for the regret of several uncles not eating the old man's dishes.
The Jiang family, who were fooled by the old man's cooking, could only be described as satisfied, not surprised, after eating such a table of dishes.
Jiang Jiankang's superb performance is not as good as the old man's daily speculation.
But not Wang Hao. He didn’t have the foundation to taste the old man’s craftsmanship every Chinese New Year, and he didn’t have enough funds to eat in star-rated restaurants every day. After eating and drinking, Wang Hao felt like he had gone to a fairyland and almost wanted to recognize Jiang Jiankang on the spot. Gays become godfathers.
"Brother Feng, you are really my brother. Why didn't uncle come to our A University to open a store earlier? We can crowdfund if we don't have money!" Wang Hao looked at the clean empty plates on the table and almost shed tears.
After eating such a meal, how would he face the pig food in the cafeteria in the future?
Thinking of this, Wang Hao couldn't help but feel sad, took out his mobile phone and started typing frantically.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Feng asked after seeing a long list of messages compiled by Wang Hao.
"Advertise and let everyone come and try my uncle's craftsmanship."
Jiang Feng couldn't help but look sideways.
"Ding, gain 1 popularity point, mission progress (1/100)." (End of this chapter)