The Game of Life-Chapter 805 - 804 Leave Some Leeway
Chapter 805: Chapter 804 Leave Some Leeway
Chapter 805 -804 Leave Some Leeway
Although the memory was a bit short, at least there was no skimping, everything that should have been provided was, and upon opening the attribute panel, Jiang Feng still found new recipes added.
Sun Zheran (3/9)
[Radish Rib Soup C-level]
Creator: Sun Zheran
Details of the dish: This is a dish that is terrible both in ingredient selection and fire control. Improper radish treatment, uneven ingredient ratios, and overly long stewing time all ensure this dish will never become an excellent radish rib soup. The care embedded within the dish makes it the first ray of sunlight that illuminated Sun Maochai’s life, allowing him to truly understand the meaning of the words “teacher and student”. Consuming it will for the next five minutes bring back pleasant memories of the time spent with one’s master, enhancing the teacher-student relationship.
Friendly reminder: If the user does not have a master, the buff will be ineffective.
Enhancing the teacher-student relationship?
Jiang Feng looked at the buff of this mere C-level radish rib soup and felt it was probably the most useless buff dish he had ever received.
He still had disciples, but to enhance the teacher-student relationship, he didn’t need this kind of buff dish. Fried chicken, baked sweet potatoes, doughnuts, ice cream, cake, roasted duck, which one couldn’t enhance the teacher-student relationship?
If he wanted to enhance the teacher-student relationship, it was extremely easy for him, right? Now, just order a portion of fried chicken as a takeaway for Xiaxia, and the teacher-student relationship would shoot up straight away.
Just as Jiang Feng felt uninterested, pondering whether to go over a longer segment of memory or not, his phone, which he had previously stuffed into the couch, vibrated.
Sun Jikai had woken up, clearly having read the announcement and was messaging him in the group chat about which dish to choose.
Jiang Feng thought about it for him and found Sun Jikai’s choice of dish was really not easy to make.
Sun Jikai was skilled in many dishes, mostly Cantonese cuisine. But the Cantonese dishes he knew were not those very difficult and distinctive ones, such as the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, a super-hard Cantonese dish. The dishes he knew were mostly more common ones, even not-Cantonese chefs could make them if they put their mind to it.
Even with Wenchang Chicken, Jiang Feng believed that other restaurants would definitely have chefs who knew how to make it.
Now, Jiang Feng and Sun Maochai were responsible for blocking the path, while Sun Jikai and Wu Minqi were in charge of scattering stones on the unblocked roads. Sun Jikai was about to scatter stones, but when he reached into his pocket, he found nothing but pebbles, none with sharp edges. Not only were they harmless, but they also came with a massage effect.
Sun Maochai: Let’s talk about the dish later, have you two had lunch yet? I’ve made some simple dishes at home, so if you haven’t eaten yet, come and eat here.
Sun Maochai invited Jiang Feng and Sun Jikai to his home for a meal in the group chat. Jiang Feng had been slumped on the sofa all morning without having breakfast or ordering takeout. Now that Sun Maochai had kindly invited him, of course, he wouldn’t decline. He sprang up from the sofa like a carp, grabbed his phone, and went.
When Jiang Feng arrived at Sun Maochai’s place, Sun Jikai was already sitting beside the dining table, sipping soup, radish rib soup.
Seeing this, Jiang Feng’s eyelids involuntarily twitched.
“You’re here, have a bowl of soup first.” Noticing Jiang Feng’s arrival, Sun Maochai cheerfully ladled a bowl of soup from the kitchen and brought it to the dining table.
This radish rib soup was definitely not just C-level; the soup was well stewed, the radish was cut into properly sized chunks, and the ribs clearly were fresh ribs that Sun Maochai had bought that morning at the vegetable market, chopped into small pieces and settled at the bottom of the bowl.
The soup was clear, impurities and excess fat had been skimmed off, the aroma was rich, and the fresh fragrance of the white radish complemented the savory taste of the ribs after being stewed for a long time.
This was a simple, ordinary, homemade yet absolutely delicious bowl of radish rib soup.
Jiang Feng sat down at the dining table to start on the soup, asking while he drank, “Master Sun, what made you think of stewing radish rib soup today? I feel that you haven’t made this soup before, have you?”
Sun Maochai brought the dishes to the table, all of which were simple homemade dishes, two vegetarian and two non-vegetarian, and also served himself a bowl of soup.
“I like this soup, though I don’t make it in the restaurant. But when I’m alone at home, if I have time I often stew a pot for myself. It’s convenient and simple without requiring much effort.” Sun Maochai explained, turning his head to glance at Sun Jikai whose dark circles had grown increasingly noticeable, “What’s with you? Didn’t you sleep last night?”
Sun Jikai yawned, “I hardly slept, I was on the phone with my dad all night.”
Sun Maochai’s expression immediately grew serious, “What’s the matter?”
Sun Jikai waved his hands in dismissal, indicating that Sun Maochai had misunderstood, “It’s nothing, it’s just that things are pretty much settled back home, and my dad doesn’t want to stay there anymore so he’s thinking of coming to Beiping to find me. But we are about to go out for the competition, so whether or not we’ll be in Beiping isn’t certain. I’m not sure how well he’s been coping recently either; I’m scared something might happen to him being all alone in a strange place.”
Since it was about Sun Jikai’s family, Sun Maochai didn’t feel it was his place to say too much, so he simply nodded and didn’t say another word.
After finishing the soup, the three of them began to eat.
Although Sun Maochai seemed young, he was actually in his fifties, with a preference for light flavors, and his cooking reflected that. However, it was precisely because of its lightness, coupled with his superb culinary skills, that the true taste of the food was better preserved—the fresher the ingredients, the more delicious the dish.
“By the way, how should we pick the dish?” Sun Jikai still had the selection on his mind.
The person who used to struggle with choosing dishes was Jiang Feng, but now it had become him.
Jiang Feng picked up a piece of garlic broccoli with his chopsticks, “I want to pick a tough one, but I’m not sure whether to choose the chicken tofu or the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon.”
These two dishes were undoubtedly killer dishes, and Jiang Feng was confident that if he chose one, no one else would be able to make it.
“Your two dishes are both reserved dishes, it’s better not to choose them. If they dare to make and ruin them, it’s Taifeng Building’s reputation that will suffer, and it’s also unfair to the customers,” suggested Sun Maochai. “I think the Crab-stuffed Orange isn’t a bad choice. Other restaurants probably don’t offer Crab-stuffed Orange, and it’s quite a rare dish as well.”
“Then it’s decided—Crab-stuffed Orange. Master Sun, what about you?”
“I’ll also pick something simpler, maybe Ding Lake Supreme Vegetarian. Maybe someone will be able to make it.”
Jiang Feng & Sun Jikai: ?
Simple?
“What should I choose?” Sun Jikai felt a little lost, not expecting everyone else to have such clear targets.
After some thought, Sun Maochai said, “Sweet and Sour Pork, Satay Chicken, and Wenchang Chicken—you pick one. We have to leave them some room. Jiang Feng, when Wu Minqi comes back tonight, talk to her as well, and ask her not to pick something too difficult.”
Sun Jikai took a long time to decide on Satay Chicken, for one simple reason—its sales were not very good.
A simple lunch was quickly finished, and Jiang Feng and Sun Jikai helped wash the dishes, ready to say their goodbyes and head home to continue lounging, when Sun Maochai suddenly stopped Sun Jikai.
“Jikai, since your dad is planning to come to Beiping to find you, has he thought about what he wants to do?” Sun Maochai asked.
“Do something?” Sun Jikai hadn’t really thought about this. Both he and his father were not short on money; in fact, he was more worried about his father’s mental state now.
With the death of his father, a fallout with his brother, and betrayal by his wife, Sun Changping’s midlife crisis was like a super-enhanced version of a midlife crisis.
“Do you mean to suggest that my father should find a job?” Sun Jikai asked.
Although Sun Changping was his father, Sun Jikai didn’t think Sun Changping was suited to work.
Since Sun Changping’s birth, the Sun family had been wealthy enough to be considered affluent. He grew up in an absolutely favorable environment and had never encountered any trouble or setbacks apart from the recent midlife crisis, including his work in his own family’s restaurant where he was never subjected to any trouble or harsh criticism.
Sun Changping lacked business acumen, didn’t have any particularly outstanding skills or talents, nor extraordinary managerial abilities. If one had to mention a particularly outstanding trait, it was probably that he was incredibly good-tempered and had a great memory. People who had dealt with him generally had a good impression of him.
“He doesn’t necessarily have to find a job, but he should do something to ensure the most basic social interactions, right?” Sun Maochai said with an expression that seemed to say, ‘I have an idea, and I’m wondering if you want to hear it.’
“Are you suggesting that my dad open a shop here?”
Sun Maochai shook his head: “That’s unnecessary. If your dad doesn’t mind, I actually have a job to recommend for him.”
“What job?”
“How about having him work as a supervisor at Taifeng Building? I remember Manager Fan mentioning a while ago that Taifeng Building needed to hire another supervisor,” Sun Maochai said with a beaming smile.
Jiang Feng & Sun Jikai: ???
Did Sun Changping offend Sun Maochai in the early years somehow?
Sun Maochai didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with his suggestion and sincerely continued, “Really, talk to your dad about it when you have the chance. Believe me, he won’t refuse.”
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