The Game of Life-Chapter 723 - 722: Debut Preparation
Chapter 723: Chapter 722: Debut Preparation
Jiang Feng had become extremely adept at thickening the sauce for the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, and even with Qiu Fu standing beside him, he didn’t slow down his pace. In just a few minutes, two servings of Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon were thickened.
It was the first time Qiu Fu had seen the complete thickening process of the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, and his heart was full of shock. Although there were many aspects he didn’t quite understand, such as how Jiang Feng timed and controlled temperature, Sun Jikai had already told him that it relied on a feel for the craft, something that can be grasped but not articulated, belonging to a kind of metaphysics. One had to comprehend it themselves; only after gaining insight could they ask to learn more. Asking without understanding was futile.
Jiang Feng returned to watch his pot of clear soup, while Qiu Fu went off to the side to contemplate on his own.
The clear soup still required several hours before it could be served. During this time, it was best to have someone watching over it. There was no need for undivided attention; one could, like Jiang Feng just did, thicken the sauce for the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon or stir-fry a couple of dishes in between. However, one couldn’t leave for too long. It was necessary to have someone nearby, as was done with Buddhas Jumping Over the Wall, to prevent any mishaps.
Jiang Feng was focusing intently on the pot of clear soup when suddenly, the game notification sound began to echo in his mind.
It was dense and frequent.
“Ding, you have gained 999 experience points.”
“Ding, you have gained 999 experience points.”
“Ding, you have gained 999 points…”
A string of notifications followed one after another, making Jiang Feng feel as though no sooner had one notification ended than the next began. Setting aside the fact that he seldom received such high experience notifications now, the last time he encountered notifications this frequently was when he cooked last year for the emergency doctors treating Benevolent Doctor.
After all, there were nearly ten doctors eating at that time!
Jiang Feng thought for a moment; aside from serving one plate of hodgepodge, he had only prepared two servings of Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon.
The hodgepodge could essentially be ruled out; although Jiang Feng prided himself on his culinary skills, he hadn’t paid special attention while preparing it. After all, that was just a 36-yuan dish. The probability of receiving such frequent 999 experience notifications from it was virtually nil.
The answer was left with the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon.
Just as Jiang Feng wondered which customer was so cooperative, consuming the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon and gaining such high experience so quickly, a unique game notification sound emerged in his mind.
“Ding, you have completed the side quest ‘Substitute’, and received the reward: ‘A Memory Fragment of Ouyang Yang’.”
Jiang Feng suddenly realised, Ouyang Yang, no wonder.
He remembered that Ouyang Yang once ate the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon and leveled up the game itself, making such high experience gains quite normal.
Meanwhile, in a private room on the second floor, Ouyang Yang was already moved to tears, wiping them away as he ate, his hands and mouth not stopping for a moment. To the uninformed, it might look as though he was eating a meaty dumpling or Li Hongzhang hodgepodge—in any case, Zhou Chang was stunned.
“Ouyang, are you alright? Is there a problem with business? If it’s difficult, we can find a solution. Don’t cry, what’s there to cry about at your age?” Zhou Chang asked with concern.
“Nonsense, it’s your business that has a problem. My business is doing just fine,” Ouyang Yang retorted, laughing and cursing while crying, indicating that his spirits were high and there were no business issues. “It’s this Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon.”
Zhou Chang: ?
“What’s wrong with Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon?” Zhou Chang took another big bite of the dish, “It’s quite tasty, seems even better than before, and the flavor hasn’t changed. What’s the matter?”
“This Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon tastes exactly like what Master Sun made, exactly the same!” Ouyang Yang said excitedly.
“It is the same, didn’t you say before that you came here to eat because Taifeng Building’s Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon tasted just like what Jubao Building used to make?” Zhou Chang was still puzzled.
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“You… Ah, there’s no point explaining to you, it’s exactly the same!” Ouyang Yang took out his phone, snapped an unfiltered photo of the half-eaten Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, and then put down his phone to continue eating.
Zhou Chang: ?
Zhou Chang couldn’t understand what illness his friend had contracted this time, so he shook his head and continued eating, but didn’t forget to shout, “Waiter, could you hurry the other dishes up, please!”
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Jiang Feng was still staring at the clear soup in the pot.
Although everyone felt there was no need, and he felt the same, he just wanted to keep staring.
Somehow, not staring seemed disrespectful to the clear soup.
Accompanied by the continuous game notification sounds, as he gazed at the clear soup, Jiang Feng felt an unusual sense of flavor.
Until—
“Ding, player has leveled up to 35, game update is beginning, current update progress: 0%.”
Jiang Feng: ?
Again?
The previous level up to 25 was thanks to Ouyang Yang’s 999 experience boost, and now leveling up to 35 was also because of Ouyang Yang’s 999 experience boost. Jiang Feng felt that if he ever wanted to level up in the future, he didn’t have to farm at Da Hua, but could just farm Ouyang Yang instead, tying him up in a dark room and feeding him Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon until he maxed out his experience before letting him go.
“What’s wrong?” Sun Maochai noticed Jiang Feng zoning out and thought there might be something wrong with the soup.
“Nothing, I’m just thinking about how many pots of clear soup I can make in a few days,” Jiang Feng said.
The Chicken Tofu Flower had to be made on the spot, but the clear soup could be prepared in advance. As long as it’s stored in the fridge at the right temperature, a few days wouldn’t affect the quality of the Chicken Tofu Flower.
“One pot a day will suffice. Making clear soup is time-consuming and strenuous; if you try to make two pots in a day, it’ll be too exhausting and thankless,” Sun Maochai said.
Jiang Feng nodded.
Over the next few days, Jiang Feng followed Sun Maochai’s advice and made one pot of clear soup a day. The first thing he did after arriving at Taifeng Building in the morning was to start making the clear soup. With a refreshed mind and spirited energy early in the morning, the clear soup could be ready by mid afternoon.
With Qiu Fu and Sun Jikai added to the kitchen staff, the Furnace Chef’s workload had decreased sharply. Qiu Fu was still during the trial period for the new menu and couldn’t serve his dishes yet, so he had to help out in the kitchen as an assistant. Whether it was chopping vegetables or preparing dishes, he did everything so well that nobody could find fault.
Qiu Fu had lots of experience and a good temperament. Although not very talkative, he quickly became good friends with Jiang Weisheng, and Jiang Feng noticed they had been eating together at the same table these past few days.
Soon, it was August 6th.
The day the Midsummer Feast was to begin.
Considering all of the guests’ schedules, the Midsummer Feast was set for 7 p.m., similar to the opening event, with all five tables of guests arranged in Area C. Guests could see each other and chat a bit. Fan Mei had already arranged the seats, and even Peng Changping, who was added at the last minute, had been given a suitable spot to avoid awkward situations like having Ling Guangzhao and Tong Deyan sitting next to each other, engaging in constant squabbles throughout the feast.
Because this time Taifeng had not invited any of those two.
All the invitees were patrons, not a single chef or owner, with the exception of Peng Changping. However, although he was well-known, he mostly lived abroad and rarely appeared in magazines. Any photos that did feature him were so pixelated that one could barely make out his face, making one wonder if the photographer suffered from Parkinson’s disease due to the mysterious quality of the images.
As long as Peng Changping kept quiet himself, Jiang Feng was confident that none of the guests invited to the Midsummer Feast, except for Xu Cheng, would be able to recognize him, not even Han Guishan—who didn’t even know who Peng Changping was.
Whether Jiang Feng was nervous or excited, August 6th still arrived at its own steady pace.
Sun Maochai, too, was about to have his true debut at Taifeng Building.
