THE GAME OF LIFE

Chapter 695: Chapter 694: The Taste of Broth

Yonghe House had limited takeaway containers as they didn’t offer delivery services, and they hadn’t any containers suitable for soup. Jiang Feng searched around and eventually borrowed a few lunch boxes from several people to take away the S-grade broth he had prepared himself. He planned to return them later.

Master Peng had told him to head back early, so in the midafternoon, Jiang Feng directly went to Taifeng Building with two lunch boxes in hand. The S-grade finished broth also had a buff that could enhance the diners’ sensitivity in a short period of time. Jiang Feng had tasted some and hadn’t felt much of a difference, possibly because his taste buds were normal and the buff’s effect wasn’t very prominent. Nevertheless, he wanted Jiang Weiming to give it a try.

If this worked, then the S-grade Chicken Tofu should definitely be able to restore his sense of taste.

Even just a little bit would do.

When Jiang Feng arrived at Taifeng Building with the lunch boxes, the player business had already started. Wang Xiulian was standing behind the cashier’s desk, writing and drawing on a piece of paper. She was surprised to see Jiang Feng: “Son, what brings you here today?”

“Mom, I’ve finished learning,” Jiang Feng said, feeling a bit proud.

Wang Xiulian was shocked: “You’ve learned it? Finished and graduated?”

Could my son be a genius?!

Wang Xiulian was completely stunned, as she had been prepared for Jiang Feng to study with Master Peng for a year or even longer.

But her son was telling her he had finished in three months.

“No, not at all,” Jiang Feng quickly denied, “I’ve just finished the broth step. Since business hasn’t been very good at the restaurant, I was thinking of coming back for a while. It’s also a good chance to digest what I’ve learned, so as not to rush the process. It’s not great to always stay at Yonghe House either; the chefs there have started to think of me as a colleague. It takes a long time for me to remember that I actually belong to Taifeng Building.”

“That’s true,” Wang Xiulian nodded, “But actually, there’s no need for you to worry about it. The business wouldn’t get much help from just you, and your grandfather’s recent intermittent cooking hasn’t been very effective either. Manager Fan says that if your granduncle Weiming could cook occasionally and we advertise and promote it well, we might be able to bring back some of the old customers. But since your granduncle fell ill last time, his health has not been very good, and he hardly steps into the kitchen anymore. Let the business be, we’re not making a loss yet, and the old man’s health is more important.”

Although Mrs. Wang Xiulian loved money and cared about sales, she still understood basic principles and ethics; she was not the type to drain the pond to catch all the fish.

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Jiang Feng: …

Mom, I’m already double master level, have some faith in me!

My cooking skills on the attribute panel are even higher than grandpa’s!

Of course, Jiang Feng didn’t dare to brag shamelessly that the Sir’s cooking skills were no match for his own now.

Each profession has its own expertise, and chefs have their specialties. In dishes that focus on fire control and seasoning, such as Chicken Tofu, the Sir might no longer be a match for Jiang Feng, but with his years of experience in cooking, the advantages in his specialty areas, such as home-style meat dishes and butcher’s dishes, were still absolute.

Not to mention Jiang Feng at double master level, even Jiang Weiming, at triple master level, might not compare to the Sir in these areas.

Ever since Jiang Feng realized that the last few tens of thousands of proficiency at master level needed to be accumulated through the quality of the dishes, he has been thinking—if the Sir hadn’t stayed in the small place of Z City, but had remained at Jubao Building or worked as a chef in other big cities, with more and better opportunities to try making high-difficulty dishes, would he now be like Jiang Weiming, a triple master in all three basic attributes?

“By the way, who are the lunch boxes for?” Wang Xiulian asked.

“They contain the broth I made today. Master Peng thought it was particularly good and asked me to bring it over for grandpa and granduncle Weiming to try,” Jiang Feng said. “Mom, do you want to try some as well?”

“Chicken broth, right? I’m on a diet recently and I’m not drinking that. It’s perfect for your granduncle Weiming to drink and nourish his health. Go on in,” Wang Xiulian would soon find out what she was missing.

Jiang Feng, holding the lunch boxes, happily slipped into the kitchen.

Everyone was busy working. This time, the person near the door had changed from Sang Ming to Zhang Weiyu, who was holding a large piece of ham, obviously just having come from the warehouse.

“Feng, you’re here,” Zhang Weiyu greeted Jiang Feng, his words filled with respect.

Jiang Feng: …

That’s really not necessary; you’re older than me by age.

The cause of Jiang Feng’s hospital stay wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, so Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian didn’t keep it a secret. Anyone who cared to ask would know that Jiang Feng ended up in the hospital due to overwork. Outsiders would just exclaim that it’s rare to see someone so dedicated to learning his craft in this day and age, while the chefs at Taifeng Building were left in awe and admiration.

With so many chefs at Taifeng Building, aside from Zhang Guanghang, Wu Minqi, and a few from the Jiang family, if others asked themselves truly, who wasn’t here for the money, who was here for a dream?

They had all gathered here because Taifeng Building offered high wages.

Even Ji Xue initially came for the money, and of course, it’s mainly about money now too.

Now, their young boss had been hospitalized due to overwork for his dream.

What an inspirational story, such moving events, such an admirable spirit.

Although Zhang Weiyu couldn’t achieve it himself, it did not hinder his admiration for Jiang Feng.

There was once a man who liked to slack off at work, but when his family’s restaurant faced a crisis, he worked so hard that he overworked himself into the hospital. Zhang Weiyu felt he was witnessing the birth of a motivational drama’s magnate.

He thought that if one day Jiang Feng were to write a memoir, this incident would serve as the opening scene, introduced through a flashback that would set the stage for the entire book. Zhang Weiyu had already figured it out for him—he just hadn’t come up with a title for his memoir yet.

He wasn’t the only one filled with such admiration; most of the others felt the same way.

How to describe this feeling? It’s like everyone is working 996, and while the paycheck is substantial, people inevitably complain about their boss. Then one day, someone tells you that the boss was hospitalized from overworking with a 007 schedule. Complaints remain, but there’s an undeniable shift in perception, a recognition that, indeed, only someone capable of a 007 workload can be the boss.

Of course, an increase in salary would make it even better.

Jiang Feng was unaware how much Zhang Weiyu had fantasized in such a short time. He smiled and said, “Starting from tomorrow, I will be back to work as usual. Please tell Manager Fan to put my dishes back on the menu. Oh, and should we inform the suppliers too?”

“I will take care of it for you, don’t worry,” Zhang Weiyu promptly agreed.

Jiang Feng: ?

You?

Jiang Feng glanced at Zhang Weiyu, found him a bit odd today, but didn’t think much of it as he took his lunchbox and jogged over to where Jiang Weiming was instructing Jiang Weisheng on seasoning the sauce.

“Add less garlic paste. Try it yourself—did you put too much?” Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Weisheng tasted it and replied, “Master, I think it’s alright.”

Jiang Weiming: …

Just then, Jiang Weiming saw Jiang Feng and asked him to come over to taste.

Jiang Feng placed his lunchbox on the culinary station, picked up a clean little spoon to sample the dark red sauce, and commented, “The taste of the garlic is a bit strong, Mr. Jiang, you’ve added too much.”

After his comment, Jiang Feng moved the lunchbox in front of Jiang Weiming, opened it to reveal the still-warm broth inside, “Granduncle Weiming, this is the broth I prepared today. It’s still warm. Master Peng said that the one I made today was particularly good. He suggested I bring some for you all to try.”

Jiang Weiming chuckled, “You kiddo, if you’re bringing some then just bring a little, why so much? Broth is meant for cooking, not for drinking, and besides, I…”

Jiang Weiming glanced at Jiang Weiguo, not far from him, and ultimately didn’t finish his sentence.

“Granduncle Weiming, please just try it. Mr. Jiang, you taste some too. I’ll go deliver this batch to Grandpa first.” Jiang Feng insisted without waiting for a refusal and carried another lunchbox towards Sir.

Sir was just five meters ahead, having heard the whole conversation between Jiang Weiming and Jiang Feng, waiting for Jiang Feng to come over.

“Grandpa!”

“Open it.”

“Alrighty!”

All done in one go.

As Jiang Feng opened the lunchbox, Jiang Weisheng still couldn’t resist scooping some of the broth from the container into a bowl. With just half a bowl, the golden broth released a tempting aroma that made Jiang Weisheng instinctively swallow.

“Master, Feng’s broth seems really good. Have a taste… even if it’s just for the sake of it,” Jiang Weisheng handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming.

“Alright, I can’t let Feng’s kind gesture go to waste,” Jiang Weiming said with a smile, taking the bowl and sipping a small mouthful.

It was good, quite flavorful.

Wait, flavorful?

Jiang Weiming was startled, holding the bowl up to eye level, staring at the broth inside, stunned.

He had just… seemed to taste the flavor of the broth.

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