The Game of Life Chapter 629 - 627: Spicy Oil Splash

Chapter 629: Chapter 627: Spicy Oil Splash

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Wu Minqi had been troubled by this issue for more than just a day or two. One of her initial purposes for coming to Beiping was to find a culinary path that truly suited herself.

Unfortunately, things did not go as she had hoped. Not only did she fail to find it, but she even strayed further away, even starting to doubt herself. Hence the current situation, where her cooking beca more awkward and she didn’t even know what she was doing anymore.

This was a problem Jiang Feng had never encountered.

Because he had cheats.

His goal had always been very clear, to complete the main and side quests, striving to cook the special dishes from the recipe book.

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If he couldn’t find a goal or direction, the ga would find it for him.

Otherwise, why would everyone want to beat up those who use cheats? Many things seem complicated, but in reality, just a little cheat can solve a lot of problems.

Take battle royale gas for example. It doesn’t matter if you get dizzy from 3D, can’t find good equipnt, can’t shoot accurately, or if your hands are too slow. As long as you have cheats, even one that costs only 9.9, these problems can all be perfectly solved—anyway, you’re going to get banned.

Jiang Feng, who had been convinced by Wang Hao to cheat and got banned together, didn’t know how to answer Wu Minqi’s question for a mont.

“I think spicy dishes are pretty good,” Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng, her eyes filled with the suspicion that she thought he was lying to her.

Of course, Jiang Feng was lying to her, but the real trick of lying is to mix 10% falsehood with 90% truth.

“Although I’m not very good with spicy food, you know that’s just my temperant, but I really think it’s a great flavor. Even though I can’t eat spicy food, that doesn’t an I don’t like spicy dishes.” As he spoke, Jiang Feng felt his thoughts beco clearer. He had listened to Wang Hao’s nonsense for a while and had learned so of its mysteries.

“Do you rember the Mapo Tofu and Fish-Flavored Shredded Pork you used to make at Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant? I stood by your side as you sprinkled Sichuan pepper and chili pepper in, and it was so spicy it made my teeth hurt watching, but the dish was still popular with the custors. Although so said the fruit and vegetables were too spicy to handle, it didn’t an they didn’t like them.”

“There’s no need for a chef to compromise for the sake of the custors. If the custor doesn’t like or can’t accept it, they can change to another restaurant, find another chef. Accordingly, there are custors who dislike the dishes we make, and there are those who like them. Today, my dad’s candied turtle is much sweeter than others sold elsewhere, and sotis when my dad makes sweet dishes, they are so sweet they almost beco sickening, but just because it’s cloying doesn’t an it’s not delicious. It just has a different point where it’s delicious than regular dishes—today, Wang Hao couldn’t stop eating it.”

“I rember when I was a kid, there was a small store at the entrance to my neighborhood that sold five-spice beef. They made it especially spicy, with a thick layer of chili coated on top. At that ti, I was even less tolerant of spicy than I am now; I would cough upon tasting it, and it could even make cry.”

“But my mom liked their five-spice beef and bought it often. Every ti I saw my mom buy so, I wanted to eat it. I could have soaked the beef in water to wash away the spiciness before eating, but I never did that, because without the spice, their five-spice beef wouldn’t taste good.”

“Everyone’s taste preference is different, you like spicy, my dad likes sweet, my mom likes aty dishes, my cousins like aty dishes too, Xiaxia likes junk food. You just made a dish that was originally spicy a little bit spicier than other spicy dishes. I think, actually…” Jiang Feng paused, “it’s pretty good, you know, when cooking, you should definitely make what you want to make.”

Wu Minqi smile and nodded, “Let’s go, it’s getting late, let’s go ho.”

She seed to be in a much better mood.

Now it was Jiang Feng’s turn to be puzzled.

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Jiang Feng strolled while muttering to himself, wondering if his persuading skills had reached such a high level that he had unraveled the knot in Wu Minqi’s heart that had troubled her for months with just a few words. Could it be that he was actually the legendary educational talent.

After returning ho, Jiang Feng couldn’t help but ask, “Qiqi, have you figured it out?”

“No.”

Jiang Feng: ?

“I am just happy that you took so much trouble to comfort and enlighten ,” Wu Minqi said, “I understand the reasoning, it’s just that…”

“Take your ti.”

After saying this, Wu Minqi went to pack her clothes and prepared to take a bath, while Jiang Feng, as usual, sat down on the sofa, opened his phone, and began to scroll through WeChat to see who had ssaged him during the ti he had been working hard.

Generally, nobody would ssage Jiang Feng, and most tis he would be checking the chef group ssages, seeing if the red packets Mr. Ling sent were fully claid, or if he could snag so leftovers to save a little private cash.

Then Jiang Feng saw three unread ssages, all from Jiang Yong.

Jiang Yong was heading back to Magic City.

As the editor-in-chief of “Taste,” there were always so affairs that required his personal attention. Xu Cheng suggested that Jiang Yong could wait until Jiang Weiming was discharged before returning, but Jiang Yong felt that it was urgent for him to go back as soon as possible. Moreover, Jiang Weiming’s health had greatly improved, and he was rely undergoing final observation in the hospital, which didn’t necessitate much accompanint and care.

Jiang Yong had booked a flight for the next afternoon. He ssaged Jiang Feng only to tell him that he wouldn’t need to bring him dinner tomorrow evening, but Jiang Feng, being adept at airport runs, volunteered to take Jiang Yong to the airport.

Frankly speaking, he had been to the airport to pick up or drop off people more often than he had been to shopping malls.

Jiang Yong had spent quite so effort in the hospital caring for Jiang Weiming, and even though he didn’t have many opportunities to provide care, just the task of shift rotation was taxing enough.

Jiang Feng searched for so Beiping specialties near Taifeng Building worth buying to take to the hospital the next day, planning to give them to Jiang Yong to share with his colleagues in Magic City. After jotting down a note of his search, he simply washed up and went to bed.

The following morning, Jiang Feng awoke to the aroma of hot and spicy chili oil.

Yes, hot and spicy chili oil.

When Jiang Feng first woke up, he thought he was hallucinating and was about to suggest to Wu Minqi to go out for a spicy breakfast at a noodle house with hot and spicy chili oil, only to realize that it wasn’t an illusion at all.

The aroma was coming from the dining room.

With a head of untrimd hair that had grown a bit too long, Jiang Feng floated toward the living room, drawn by the scent like a character starving in an ani, and then he saw two steaming bowls of noodles on the dining table, both topped with an eye-catching and fragrant drizzle of hot and spicy chili oil.

Aside from the two bowls of noodles, there were also two cups of hot soy milk and a plate of pumpkin cakes on the table. The pumpkin cakes were obviously fresh from the pan, and Wu Minqi’s still fastened apron was the best proof of it.

For so reason, the first term that ca to mind when Jiang Feng saw this scene was “river snail maiden.”

Mr. Wu from Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant must be so fairy descended to earth!

While Jiang Feng stood in the living room, dumbfounded without having washed up, looking like soone one would want to break up with, Wu Minqi pulled out a tissue and wiped the water off her hands.

“Fengfeng, hurry up and wash up. The noodles and pancakes won’t taste good once they cool down,” Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng snapped out of it and flashed into the bathroom to start his daily ablutions. Brushing his teeth, he wondered if today was so special holiday or a commorative day between him and Wu Minqi, but by the ti he finished washing his face, he still hadn’t figured it out.

Jiang Feng walked into the living room sowhat anxiously, sat down on the chair with so trepidation, picked up the chopsticks fearfully, and even more apprehensively grabbed a few strands of noodles.

The chili oil slled fragrant, but also pretty spicy to the nose.

Especially its color, which made Jiang Feng not dare to mix it into the noodles.

But thankfully, it didn’t look like there was much Sichuan pepper, and although there was the scent of it, there shouldn’t be too much, so it wouldn’t be overly numbing to eat.

Having dated Wu Minqi for so long, Jiang Feng’s tolerance for spicy food had greatly improved; it was just his resistance to the numbing effect of Sichuan pepper that lagged behind—a skill he still needed to work on.

Jiang Feng bravely took a bite of the noodles.

And then he realized he had been too naive.

The reason it seed like there were no Sichuan pepper was that the pepper had been crushed and hidden in the chili oil everywhere.

This chili oil wasn’t too spicy, sothing Jiang Feng could handle, but it was really numbing!

“Hiss,” Jiang Feng inhaled sharply, took two big gulps of soy milk, and asked, “Qiqi, where does this chili oil co from? Did you go out and buy it this morning?”

Whose chili oil could be so numbingly potent, it was practically lethal!

“I made it fresh this morning because you can’t eat too much spice, Fengfeng, so I deliberately put in a lot less chili pepper. Normally, it would have been better to make it last night and let it sit overnight; that way, the chili oil would be even more fragrant. But I forgot about it last night, and I’ll make chili oil noodles for you again tomorrow morning. They’ll be more fragrant than today’s bowl,” Wu Minqi said as she began to devour her noodles with her head down.

Jiang Feng: …

“It’s really delicious, I’ve never had chili oil this fragrant before!” Jiang Feng also bowed his head and took two big bites of noodles, feeling his tongue and lips begin to go numb.

“Wait, this morning?” Jiang Feng noticed sothing amiss and glanced at his phone.

It was 7:17 a.m. now. Although the noodles were store-bought, Wu Minqi had made the chili oil and pumpkin pancakes herself.

So now the question was, what ti exactly did Wu Minqi an by morning?

“Yeah, I woke up early and couldn’t sleep, getting up around 4 a.m., so I started making the chili oil,” Wu Minqi said.

Jiang Feng: ?

“This morning, while making the chili oil, I reflected on the things you said to last night, Fengfeng. I know the food I cook is sotis too spicy for most people to handle, and you can’t just cook however you please. But cooking while being too cautious and apprehensive doesn’t yield satisfying results,” she stated.

“Then it occurred to that before I ca to Beiping, I only deliberately used less chili and Sichuan pepper when cooking for you, and only when cooking for you did I consider making so dishes milder or sweeter to mix things up.”

“So,” Wu Minqi put down her chopsticks and picked up her cup to take a sip of soy milk, “we won’t go out for breakfast anymore. We’ll eat at ho, and I’ll make you breakfast. And if we have a day off, let’s not eat out but stay in and I’ll cook for you; this way, I might just get the hang of it.”

Jiang Feng: …

Although he was touched and even wanted to rush up to give his dear Qiqi a loving hug, his tongue and lips were seriously numb.

Right now, he felt like a faint electric current was zapping around on the tip of his tongue and lips, the numbness driving him to despair.

He really wanted to take a deep breath.

So incredibly numb!

Why didn’t Qiqi reduce the amount of Sichuan pepper when she reduced the chili pepper?

Jiang Feng: (´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

“Fengfeng, how do you feel about it?” Wu Minqi asked.

Jiang Feng imdiately sat up straight: “As long as you need it, Qiqi, I can handle anything. Actually, there’s no need to hold back, just use the amount you like, and I will manage!”

“What do you think of the chili oil noodles I made today?” Wu Minqi asked.

“They’re really tasty, especially fragrant!”

Wu Minqi let out a relieved sigh: “That’s good. I rembered not to reduce the Sichuan pepper after I had already added it. If you like it, I’ll use this blend for the chili oil from now on.”

Jiang Feng: ????

Jiang Feng couldn’t stop himself from taking a deep breath.

“Actually, you could use a little less.”

“It’s slightly numbing.”