Chapter 302: Life is near (please vote!)
After Jiang Feng received Sun Guanyun's praise, Sun Jikai seemed a little nervous.
He knows very well that people come out of comparison.
For example, during the high school entrance examination, he got a perfect score of 120 points in the math test, but others thought it was nothing. But as long as you compare it with the city's average math score of 56, others will praise: "Wow, you are so good at math!"
For another example, in terms of cooking skills, his dry-fried beef river can be sold for 48 yuan, while Ji Xue's can be sold for 56 yuan. This comparison will tell...
Phew, this comparison shows that the boss has a pricing problem.
All in all, people are all about comparison, especially the elders, who always like to compare their own children with other people’s children, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many disgusting children from other people’s families.
The dry-fried beef river is a pricing issue, but the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon definitely has a gap in cooking skills.
Sun Jikai knew very well that when he was in the top 16 of the cooking competition, his cooking skills were still on par with Jiang Feng's, and his cooking skills were even slightly better than Jiang Feng's.
But ever since Jiang Feng, the top four, made the shredded yam, he seemed to have had an enlightenment. His cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds. It's hard to say the heat and seasoning, but his knife skills were already superior to him.
Sun Jikai knew in his heart that his eight treasure chestnut pigeon was not as good as Jiang Feng.
He was worried that Sun Guanyun might be disappointed with the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon made by Jiang Feng after tasting it.
Exactly the same steps.
Make pigeon soup.
Starch thickens.
Add chicken fat.
Big fire turns to low fire.
Turn off the heat.
Remove from the pan.
But the moment the pot came out, Sun Jikai knew that his eight-treasure chestnut pigeon was not as good as Jiang Feng's.
Sun Guanyun said nothing, watching Sun Jikai thicken the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon step by step. When the plating was completed, he used a knife to cut open the belly of the pigeon as before.
Use a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of vegetarian filling and taste it quietly.
"I haven't taught you this thickening method. Who did you learn it from?" Sun Guanyun asked.
"This is what Jiang Feng thought of."
"It was Sun Jikai who suggested it."
The two people talked about each other in unison.
Sun Jikai said: "I remember that when you made it, the gravy of Babao Li Xiangge was thick, but when it was dripped, it flowed down like water."
"But I don't remember what the gravy looks like. I only remember you telling me that temperature is the key." Jiang Feng said.
Sun Jikai continued: "I remember the shape of the juice, and he remembers the temperature of the juice, but Jiang Feng thought of the key points, and I didn't help at all."
As he spoke, Sun Jikai lowered his head in shame. He was obviously the one holding the key to the customs clearance, but it was Jiang Feng who opened the door in the end.
Sun Guanyun looked very happy: "So this dish was developed by the two of you together."
"And Wu Minqi and Zhang Guanghang also helped." Sun Jikai said, he has been like this since he was a child. What is his is his, and he never takes credit.
"Okay, okay." Sun Guanyun said two good words in a row, "They are both good kids."
Jiang Feng seemed to vaguely understand why Sun Guanyun was satisfied with the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon he just made.
What he is satisfied with is not the taste, but the spirit and persistence of continuous exploration and research behind this eight-treasure chestnut pigeon.
The object of his satisfaction was not Jiang Feng, but Sun Jikai.
He was satisfied that Sun Jikai was willing to spend time and work hard with others to study a dish.
He was satisfied that Sun Jikai was finally willing to pick up the kitchen knife, calm down, and quietly concentrate on what a chef should do.
He was satisfied that his eldest grandson was not a villain who only planned family fortune, but a chef who truly loved cooking.
Sun Guanyun came to take Sun Jikai home.
Sun Jikai has not yet fully learned how to sink sugar in oil, and the time promised by Jiang Weiming has not passed yet. This is not important.
None of this was as important as Sun Guanyun's willingness to recognize him and take him home.
Sun Guanyun's assistant has been waiting at the door, guarding beside the black car.
Although Sun Guanyun's assistant is not as versatile as a good-tasting assistant, and even often does things that are somewhat unsatisfactory, he is the person Sun Guanyun trusts the most, because he is the person who has been with Sun Guanyun the longest.
He has been Sun Guanyun's assistant for 26 years. Even the funeral of Sun Guanyun's wife more than ten years ago was handled by him. He knows many things that even Sun Changping and Sun Jikai don't know.
He is the person Sun Guanyun trusts the most and the person who understands Sun Guanyun best.
So he knew very well that his boss was not going to die soon.
Even Sun Changping and Sun Guanyun's second uncle Sun Changan didn't know why Sun Guanyun suddenly changed his temperament and drove Sun Jikai out of the house, but Sun Guanyun's assistant knew.
He stood outside the door of Tai Feng Tower, feeling a little uneasy.
He was Sun Guanyun's assistant and Sun Jikai's elder. He watched Sun Jikai grow up and watched Sun Guanyun place high hopes on him.
I also watched Sun Jikai being led further and further astray by his mother, going astray, wasting his talent in cooking, and participating in meaningless family struggles.
Sun Guanyun's assistant felt that his feet were a little numb.
How long had he been standing outside? 20 minutes? 30 minutes? 40 minutes? Or longer?
He just stood outside motionless, his feet were numb from standing, and Sun Guanyun and Sun Jikai were nowhere to be seen.
Did the grandfather and grandson have another dispute?
Sun Guanyun's assistant was not only worried.
Should I go in and take a look?
But if there was a dispute, he was just an assistant, and he couldn't speak at such a critical moment. What's more, this was a family matter between them, and it was hard for him as an outsider to intervene.
Mr. Sun was finally willing to come to Peking to bring Sun Jikai back. It would be a pity if something unexpected happened at this time.
Should I go in?
Sun Guanyun's assistant was even more hesitant.
He took a slight step forward with his left foot and followed with his right foot.
After thinking about it, he took another step back with his right foot and followed with his left foot.
By the way, his surname is Wang, and he is known as Assistant Wang.
The driver looked at Assistant Wang in the car and began to wonder. Could it be that Assistant Wang had leg cramps after standing for a long time?
Also, after standing motionless for about 40 minutes, my legs should get cramped.
By the way, the driver is a good-tasting employee, and this car is also a good-tasting car. Both the driver and the car were borrowed by Assistant Wang from Han Guishan's assistant.
Thanks to the Good Taste Cooking Competition, the popularity of Good Taste Company has been rising these days. Han Guishan has been expanding the market in the past few months and is preparing to move the headquarters to Peking in the near future.
Jiang Feng has left Xinshou Village and arrived at Beiping City, the center of the universe, and Han Guishan cannot be left behind.
The driver had an idea, Assistant Wang had an idea, and just when their thoughts were drifting farther and farther to the Siberian plains, Sun Guanyun came out with Sun Jikai.
Assistant Wang breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door for the two of them, and got in the car himself.
"Go to the hospital." Sun Guanyun said.
"Hospital? Grandpa, are you feeling unwell?" Sun Jikai asked.
Sun Guanyun looked at him and said: "Jikai, grandpa is going to die."
The voice sounded older than ever.
Sun Jikai was stunned. (End of chapter)