The Game of Life-Chapter 722 - 721: The Most Important Buff

Chapter 722: Chapter 721: The Most Important Buff

Sun Maochai was watching Jiang Feng prepare the soup for the first time, so he observed with extra care.

That morning, he had seen Jiang Feng chop vegetables and stir-fry, and his opinion of Jiang’s culinary skills was already extremely high; he felt that among the younger generation, no one could rival Jiang Feng. Back then, he had marveled to himself how blessed the old Sir was to have such a good grandson—temperamentally pleasant, filial, with high culinary talent. Having such a grandson was probably the ultimate dream of all master chefs.

Now, witnessing Jiang Feng’s amazing fire control while preparing the clear soup, Sun Maochai realized he had still underestimated the young man before him.

This wasn’t just the best of the younger generation; considering his level of fire control alone, calling him a master wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

Such a young master; even in his prime, he couldn’t hold a candle to him.

Even Sun Maochai, who had always been extremely confident, even somewhat conceited about his culinary talents, felt a sense of inadequacy now.

He not only marveled in his heart, but he also sought to share his feelings with the person next to him.

The old Sir was standing to his right.

“Jiang truly has superb teaching skills. It feels like Feng’s cooking has improved a lot since that Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon we tasted at Jubao Building in March. Jiang, you really have a successor that outshines the older generation, which is quite enviable,” Sun Maochai said, thinking he had delivered the flattery quite well.

Old Sir: …

“Oh.” Utterly indifferent.

Sun Maochai: ?

Sun Maochai looked at Jiang Weiming with a puzzled face, unsure which word had upset the Sir, causing him to become unhappy all of a sudden.

Jiang Weiming: …

Jiang Weiming looked at the old Sir and then at Jiang Feng, thinking that his little brother should also accept the reality considering it had been such a long time and he was probably used to it by now. He then mouthed to Sun Maochai.

‘It’s not him who taught him, it was Master Peng who did.’

Old Sir: …

Brother, when you stand right in front of me, I can see it, thanks.

Regardless of who taught him, in any case, Jiang Feng is very strong now.

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Anyway, both Qiu Fu and Sun Jikai were flabbergasted.

Sun Jikai felt complex emotions.

When he first met Jiang Feng, he thought their skills were quite similar, and Jiang Feng might even be inferior to him. After Taifeng Building opened, he realized that Jiang Feng’s abilities had surpassed his, but there was still room to catch up.

Now…

Forget catching up; with Jiang’s current level, he could directly bow down and ask to become his disciple.

If Sun Jikai were a little more narrow-minded, less resilient, and a tad more villainous in his social interactions, he would be following the script of a villain constantly getting slapped in the face, with Jiang Feng as the nemesis of his life.

People might wonder why Sun Jikai had such an active imagination; ask and the answer is that during his time at Wharton, he read too many novels.

No matter what everyone else thought, Jiang Feng was still sincerely preparing the soup.

He was genuinely a bit nervous now.

Not for anything else, but because the chicken and tofu dish was the first course of the Midsummer Banquet, which made him very nervous.

The serving order was set by the three head chefs. After all, the structure of the dishes at the Midsummer Banquet was different from ordinary banquets. The chicken and tofu dish was best enjoyed when the taste buds were unstimulated, and since it comes in individual portions, serving it first was quite fitting.

As long as it’s delicious, the dishes at the banquet can be served and eaten in any order. Take the Swallow-wing Feast as an example; a feast where chicken, duck, fish, meat, sea cucumber, abalone, shark fin, and bird’s nest are all collected in one, the epitome of luxury. Vegetables, desserts, and snacks have virtually no presence and fail to make any impression amidst the feast.

Is the Swallow-wing Feast healthy?

Definitely not healthy.

Is it delicious?

Extremely delicious! Even if your brain wants to say it’s not, your mouth would defiantly proclaim its deliciousness out loud.

Such high-level banquets cannot be eaten frequently; not only can the diners not afford it, but the chefs also don’t want to make them. Preparing these top-notch dishes is too exhausting and time-consuming; no amount of money would be worth it.

As for ranking his chicken and tofu dish as the first course, Jiang Feng initially agreed with the decision.

It wasn’t because of the taste of the chicken and tofu dish or whether it was a single portion; it was because of the buff from the chicken and tofu dish.

A taste enhancement buff that takes effect only once.

The effect of this buff varies from person to person. Jiang Feng might not feel much because the effect is not very pronounced, but from Jiang Weiming’s reaction and the fact that Sir increased the frequency with which he tasted dishes after eating the chicken and tofu dish, it’s clear that the buff is quite effective.

Taste enhancement means that the tongue becomes more sensitive. Delicious dishes taste even better, revealing many more delightful flavors; conversely, distasteful dishes become worse, bringing out more unpalatable aspects.

Serving the chicken and tofu dish as the first course to enhance the diners’ sense of taste would make them find the subsequent dishes even more delicious than they expected. Jiang Feng had confidence in the skills of the three head chefs. After regaining his sense of taste, Jiang Weiming was a completely different person from before; now, he had a more sensitive palate than in his youth, combined with experience he didn’t have back then.

Although he hadn’t cooked much recently, the occasional simple dish he prepared was enough to prove his culinary progress. The issue was that since the dishes were rather ordinary, and aside from the Jiang Family Members, others rarely had the opportunity to taste Jiang Weiming’s cooking. Jiang Weiming had lost his sense of taste for nearly half a year due to illness and hadn’t cooked during that time, so everyone’s impression of his cooking skills was based on its deliciousness.

Now the delicious had become incredibly delicious, no doubt about it!

Sir did notice the difference, but he thought it was because Jiang Weiming had gained enlightenment after a near-death experience and didn’t pay it much mind.

Jiang Feng was very confident in the buff from the chicken and tofu dish.

He believed that even if the diners who had experienced the Midsummer Feast had gotten used to the enhanced taste, the first time they had it would become one of the unforgettable memories in their lives, and the words “Taifeng Building” would be forever etched in their hearts, accompanying the memory of the Midsummer Feast.

The chicken and tofu dish was a buff to lay the groundwork, truly capturing the diners’ hearts would depend on Sun Maochai and Jiang Weiming.

That was Jiang Feng’s original thought.

Now it was different, Peng Changping was coming, and he knew that Jiang Feng had been practicing making stock so earnestly because he wanted to make the chicken and tofu dish; Jiang Feng had accidentally let it slip during a meal.

When a teacher comes to check a student’s homework, how could one think of skimping? One must give it their all. Giving it a hundred percent isn’t enough; a hundred and twenty percent effort must be put in, with a few big shots overseeing, to turn a perfect paper into one with a 150 percent effect—elementary school straight to high school!

That’s what Jiang Feng was thinking.

So when the evening business hours started, the chefs in the kitchen witnessed a very puzzling scene.

Jiang Feng was making stock again, with the three head chefs watching over it as if they were supervising, but they weren’t just watching; they were even discussing.

“I think we could reduce the number of times we skim the stock,” said Sun Maochai.

“No, to achieve this level of clarity in the stock, this is the least number of times we can skim,” Jiang Weiming felt it was not enough, “However, we could adjust the timing of adding the ham.”

“Hmm, I think that’s possible,” Sun Maochai agreed, nodding.

“Sir, what do you think?” Sun Maochai proactively cued Sir.

Sir: ?

Not only do I have no comment, but I think it’s very possible.

Sir remained silent.

The atmosphere became very awkward for a time.

It was the appearance of Qiu Fu that broke this awkwardness.

“Jiang… Feng, the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon is ready to be slurred, just waiting for you to do it,” Qiu Fu said with starry eyes, already prepared to squat on the side to watch and learn from Jiang Feng as he slurred.

Jiang Feng: ?

Jiang Feng had already run out of energy to complain about the nickname.

Now at Taifeng Building, besides the three head chefs, girlfriend, apprentice, and own parents, everyone called him Feng, even Zhang Guanghang sometimes slipped up. He had thought that the arrival of Qiu Fu and Sun Jikai would be the chance for a change, but he didn’t expect Qiu Fu to assimilate this quickly.

This was only his first day at work!

Jiang Feng glanced at the clear soup; the pot of clear soup didn’t need his constant attention anymore, with the three head chefs there, there surely wouldn’t be any problems.

Jiang Feng followed Qiu Fu to the stove, ready to start the slurrying process.

“How many portions of the slurry should I make first?” Jiang Feng asked.

“Two, the manager from the second floor said there are two guests who preordered the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon and arrived early; they should be served first, now is the perfect time to do it as the first batch just came out of the pot,” Qiu Fu said.

Jiang Feng nodded and began the slurrying process.