Chapter 133 Chicken Soup
By the time the kitchen was finished, Zhang Luyu and her group had already left. Before leaving, Guo Mengting packed a portion of pine nuts and corn, saying that she was going to take it back to her daughter. Jiang Feng came out of the back kitchen to stretch his muscles and heard Comrade Wang Xiulian calling the poultry supplier to ask them to prepare more live chickens.
Ji Yue was sitting on a chair playing with her mobile phone when she saw Jiang Feng come out and asked, "When will dinner be served?"
"The shrimps have just been cooked, there are still ten minutes left." Jiang Feng went to the counter to get his mobile phone and called Wang Hao to tell him to stop taking advantage of the delivery and come back for dinner.
This semester is generally heavy with classwork. Except for Wang Hao and Liu Zixuan, everyone else usually doesn’t come to the store to help. Wang Xiulian originally wanted to find a cheap student handyman, but she sent part-time job information to the A University part-time job group, but found that there was no such thing. need.
Ji Yue is worth two!
After experiencing the battle of PUBG, Ji Yue seemed to have evolved. Not only did she draw faster, but she also cleared the table and served food faster, which even made people doubt her professionalism. It doesn't feel like a graphic design major, but more like a hotel service management major.
"Oh, by the way, did you eliminate a lot of people in the game this afternoon?" Ji Yue asked.
"The elimination rate is 96%. What's wrong?" Jiang Feng replied. He knew that Ji Yue didn't really care about the cooking competition.
"Before five o'clock this afternoon, An Ling, the girl who is very good at drinking, seemed to be eliminated. She bought some kelp silk next door and drank 3 bottles of Erguotou in the store." Ji Yue said.
"Drunk?"
"I was drunk and crying while drinking. I almost thought she was broken up in love. I was afraid that she wouldn't be able to go back, so I walked with her to the bottom of the dormitory building before coming back." Ji Yue shook her head, "It's not like she's a professional. Is it just a competition? ”
Jiang Feng was stunned.
He suddenly remembered that he once said this to Chen Xiuxiu.
Chen Xiuxiu has studied piano for seven years, mostly because her father pressured her into learning it. It is similar to Jiang Feng's cooking lessons when he was a child.
She has no interest in piano. She has been playing the piano for seven years and playing fish for five years, and she has always been a dabbler. When she was in the third grade of junior high school, there was a private piano competition in Z city. She signed up on a whim and made it all the way to the top thirty before being eliminated.
On the day she was eliminated, Chen Xiuxiu went home and cried all afternoon. Jiang Feng also said the same thing at the time: "You are just an amateur, is it just a competition?"
How did Chen Xiuxiu answer?
"You have studied cooking for almost ten years, and you are also an amateur. Now you are participating in a cooking competition and you are eliminated. Are you sad? You said you don't like it, but who would study for so many years if you don't like it?"
At that time, Jiang Feng swore that he would not be sad. He felt that he would never be around cooking again in his life, and he didn't like learning to cook much.
Wu Minqi came out of the kitchen with the dishes: "Uncle Jiang said that dinner will start in five minutes."
"Minqi, do you like cooking?" Jiang Feng asked for no reason.
"I like it." Wu Minqi said.
"Have you liked it since you were a child?"
"That's not true. I was forced to learn it by my father and grandfather when I was a child. Who liked being locked in the kitchen and practicing knife skills as a child? Did you like it when you were a child?" Wu Minqi smiled with a nostalgic look on her face, "You must have loved playing when you were a child. At that time, I was very envious that my classmates didn’t have to be locked in the kitchen to learn how to cook. I remember that at that time, my little cousin and I made up the same excuses for pretending to be sick. My grandpa found out and beat us severely, and then we never dared to do it again. Now, I am honestly learning to cook in the kitchen.”
"Then what?" Ji Yue became interested, "Is your little cousin as good at cooking as you are?"
"He stopped studying after a few years in junior high school. He actually has no talent. In my family, my third cousin and I are the only ones with good talent. My third cousin did not go to college and now works for my dad in the store." Wu Minqi said.
“I became interested in cooking after my dad asked me to help in a store when I was in junior high school.”
"Ah?" Ji Yue didn't understand.
"I don't like learning to cook, but I like to hear customers praise my cooking." Wu Minqi said, "My grandfather told me when I first started learning to cook that being praised by customers is the greatest honor of a chef. At that time, when I was making cold dishes, it was actually just arranging the dishes. I had to make it myself. I went to the guests to ask them if the cold dishes I made were delicious. Now that I think about it, it was quite funny. I had to ask them one by one before they all said it was delicious. Then I gave up. I was scolded by my grandfather.”
"Were you so narcissistic when you were in junior high school?" Ji Yue couldn't help but laugh.
"Maybe it's because my dad and grandpa rarely praised me when I was learning to cook. At that time, I wanted to be praised." Wu Minqi was a little embarrassed, "Actually, my grandpa is right. Guests praise me as a chef." The greatest honor is that I like cooking. In fact, I like people 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 and said, "Jiang Feng, what about you? You must have been cooking since elementary school."
"Absolutely. I was forced to study by my grandfather, but then I stopped studying when I was about to take the high school entrance examination." Jiang Feng said.
If he hadn't gotten the game, he would have only helped clean the store and collected money to set the table, instead of helping in the kitchen like he does now.
"Do you think you like being praised by others just like Minqi?" Ji Yue asked.
"I..." Jiang Feng was about to say that he didn't know how, but his words stopped him.
"Xiao Feng, dinner is ready, go help your mother prepare the meal!" Jiang Jiankang came out of the kitchen with braised prawns.
Wang Hao came back just in time to have a meal, with a look of joy on his face: "Oh, I caught up, I caught up!"
As he spoke, he took the takeout box to the kitchen.
Jiang Feng was a little lost in thought while pretending to be a meal. He just suddenly realized that he likes to be praised by others.
Whether he was cooking cucumbers for Chen Xiuxiu or cooking claypot pork ribs rice in his dormitory during his freshman and sophomore years, he always wanted to be praised by others.
Making a clay pot pork rib rice in the dormitory is so troublesome. It takes a long time to buy vegetables, wash them, and process the meat, especially in most cases it is not he who wants to eat it but Wang Hao.
What he likes is not the satisfaction of being praised by others and the satisfaction of having his food recognized by others?
Jiang Feng suddenly realized that he liked being a chef.
He hates the hard process of cooking, but he enjoys the results of hard work.
He studied cooking for ten years just for the praise of diners, not for the satisfaction of the old man.
Jiang Feng carried three bowls of rice and walked to the table, sat down and ate in peace.
"Why did you suddenly think of asking this just now?" Wu Minqi sat next to him and asked.
"It's nothing, I just realized 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 won't be able to learn so well." (End of Chapter)