THE GAME OF LIFE

Chapter 697 - Chapter 697: Chapter 696: Nonguluriver Feng (Extra for Alliance Hierarch because Mingmingmingmingming Baibaibai likes him!)

Chapter 697: Chapter 696: Nonguluriver Feng (Extra for Alliance Hierarch because Mingmingmingmingming Baibaibai likes him!)

Jiang Feng’s return, what did it mean?

It meant that the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, Sweet and Sour Yam, Pure Meat Dumplings, Li Hongzhang Hodgepodge, and a series of unsold buff dishes that had been taken off the menu for three months were all back on the menu.

Plus, Jiang Feng had learned a lot and brought back a high-quality broth that even surpassed Old Sir’s expertise, which greatly invigorated everyone at Taifeng Building. Wang Xiulian and Fan Mei unanimously decided they should strike while the iron was hot and launch a promotional event to give the still sluggish business at Taifeng Building a much-needed boost.

Social media accounts, Weibo, and those Taifeng Building dining groups that Ji Yue had infiltrated all sprang into action. Advertisements were placed, with the goal of letting all patrons know – at the lowest cost (zero cost) – that the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, Sweet and Sour Yam, Pure Meat Dumplings, and Li Hongzhang Hodgepodge they had been craving were back!

On July 25th, a long-lost sight of customers queuing up appeared once again at the entrance of Taifeng Building.

“Qi Rou, go and double-check if we have the right count of dishes and cups.”

“Hu Li, check the backend of the ordering system to ensure all of Jiang Feng’s dishes are up, especially the Sweet and Sour Yam and Pure Meat Dumplings.”

“Ji Yue, when the dishes are being served, make sure to soothe the customers. If there’s a case where art students sob too loudly, it would be best to convince them to move to a private room. I see quite a number of art students today; everyone, be on the lookout.”

“Understood, Manager Fan,” everyone said in unison, each carrying out their responsibilities as seriously as they had when Taifeng Building first opened last year.

Ji Yue missed out on the high-quality broth yesterday. By the time she learned about it, the kitchen crew had already divvied it up completely. But she could tell from Zhang Guanghang’s high praise and the way Master Wang addressed Jiang Feng as “Sir” that Jiang Feng was no longer the person she knew from just a few months ago.

He was now Nonguluriver Feng.

All the plots of the underdog protagonist turning the tables or the side character getting a second chance in life seemed to fit Jiang Feng perfectly.

Ji Yue sighed.

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Who would have thought? Before she could get back to her rich life, Jiang Feng had gone from bronze to king in the ranking and was now about to start competing professionally.

“What’s wrong, feeling nervous?” Fan Mei noticed Ji Yue’s abrupt sigh and asked.

“A little,” replied Ji Yue casually, “I just didn’t expect Jiang Feng’s drawing power to be so great already. I bet more than half of the customers in the hall came here specifically for his Sweet and Sour Yam and Pure Meat Dumplings.”

“His dishes may be a bit quirky, but they’ve always been popular with the customers. Most of the patrons in the private rooms are here for his Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon too. Just last night at seven, as soon as we opened reservations, by less than ten o’clock all the slots for the next three days were filled. But actually, there weren’t many. Jiang Feng specifically told me not to arrange too many Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon orders for him; the quantity is only about one-third of the original because he has things to attend to these next few days,” said Fan Mei, standing in a corner looking nostalgically at the full house of guests.

“It’s been a long time since our place was this full before even opening for business,” Fan Mei couldn’t help but remark.

“It’s more than just a long time. Apart from the grand opening and the period when ‘Taste’ was first published, this situation has never happened again.” Ji Yue directed her gaze towards the art students sitting by the window, whose extraordinary aura of melancholy revealed them as die-hard fans of the Pure Meat Dumplings, “I feel like they also haven’t come here in a long time.”

She recognized many of them by face, though she couldn’t recall their names.

At 11:29 am, all the customers in the hall and private rooms sat ready and waiting.

At 11:30 am and 6 seconds, the Sweet and Sour Yam and Pure Meat Dumplings were sold out.

“Damn it,” a young man by the window slammed the table in frustration, “I haven’t found inspiration in two months! Who is it, with such quick fingers? You’re not leaving any room for the rest of us to live.”

The guy at the neighboring table, who hadn’t washed his hair in three days, flashed him a victorious smile.

The young man by the window had no choice but to order something else and prepare to battle again tomorrow.

In the kitchen, Sang Ming glanced at the ordering system on the wall and shouted joyfully to Jiang Feng, “Feng, 6 Sweet and Sour Yams, 6 Pure Meat Dumplings!”

It was only after Sang Ming shouted this that he felt his work was truly complete.

No wonder he had been feeling strangely uncomfortable for the past few days, something was missing. It was Feng being out of the kitchen!

Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo stood as usual in the corner farthest from the stove, a place too hot for them to handle. Watching the bustling kitchen, Jiang Weiming said with a relieved face, “Little brother, do you feel like the whole kitchen atmosphere has changed since Feng came back?”

“Yeah, the business has improved too,” Jiang Weiguo said dryly without expression.

Glancing at him, Jiang Weiming said, “You’ve seemed a bit off since yesterday afternoon. What is it, now that Feng can stand on his own two feet, are you feeling uncomfortable, not quite used to it?”

“No,” Jiang Weiguo denied at once.

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“Do you think Feng has improved a bit too quickly?” Jiang Weiming asked.

Jiang Weiguo remained silent.

“I do think it’s a bit too quick. At this time last year, his level was only about the same as Jiankang’s, outstanding among the younger generation but not the best, and overall he was still a little behind Zhang Guanghang. In just a short period, he has far surpassed both Zhang Guanghang and Jiankang, and now I fear he may even surpass you.”

Jiang Weiguo continued to stay silent without speaking.

“I actually hope that he can soon surpass me,” Jiang Weiming said, watching Jiang Feng making wontons. “Only by surpassing us can he have the hope of standing shoulder to shoulder with Father, right?”

Sir was surprised by Jiang Weiming’s response and paused, “He still has a long way to go.”

“Not long,” Jiang Weiming shook his head, “Feng is only 23 now.”

“The year I was born, our parents brought us to Beiping with our little aunt, me, Big Brother, and Second Brother, and they made a name for themselves on the second day. Later, Father paid visits to masters of other cuisines and after many years of learning and integrating, he finally became recognized as Beiping’s top chef at the age of 32.”

“Feng still has nine years. That’s plenty of time.”

“You do have high expectations for him,” Jiang Weiguo couldn’t help but lift the corners of his mouth slightly, clearly feeling proud inside, “I just hope Feng doesn’t let down your expectations of him.”

“And what about yours?” Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Weiguo, as if to force an answer from him.

“Mine too,” Jiang Weiguo said.

Jiang Weiming shook his head helplessly, “You, you’ve always been difficult, difficult since you were little.”

“Well, you’ve always been too easy-going, too easy-going since you were little.”

Jiang Weiguo retorted and was about to go out to see how the business outside was doing, to relish the long-missed hustle and bustle, but before he could take a step outside, he seemed to remember something and turned his head to Jiang Weiming.

“Based on Feng’s broth from yesterday, you should have realized that Feng’s skills have already surpassed mine. Why did you just say he’s about the same level as me?” In Jiang Weiguo’s memory, Jiang Weiming didn’t seem like someone who would give him face in this kind of matter. After all, being surpassed by one’s own grandson, whom he raised from childhood, isn’t something to be ashamed of; rather, one should feel proud.

If it weren’t for those three months of teaching from Peng Changping, he might feel even more proud.

“Really? I didn’t pay much attention when I tasted it yesterday,” Jiang Weiming responded evenly.

“What were you paying attention to then?” Jiang Weiguo pressed.

“I… was probably just shocked,” said Jiang Weiming with a smile. He wanted to say more when Jiang Feng interrupted him.

“Granduncle Weiming,” Jiang Feng stopped paying attention to the wontons after throwing them into the pot; after all, meat wontons are supposed to taste bad, the harder to eat the happier the diners, and if made slightly tasty, it wouldn’t sit well as it wouldn’t have the right feel.

“Do you have time this afternoon? I’d like to practice making clear soup and would appreciate if you could watch and give me some advice.”

“Of course, you can. Your broth is already so remarkably made, you’ll quickly get the hang of clear soup. It will only take a few days to reach the same standard as yesterday’s broth,” Jiang Weiming encouraged.

Sir looked at Jiang Weiming, then at Jiang Feng, and turned to walk away.

Without a backward glance.

Jiang Feng: ?

Did I offend Grandfather in some way?

Jiang Weiming, looking at Jiang Weiguo’s retreating figure, revealed an expression of helpless amusement and reminded aloud, “Feng, in a while, you can learn to make ‘Buddhas Jumping Over the Wall’ from your grandfather. This dish requires extremely precise handling and control of ingredients. For you at present, it is an excellent practice dish.”

“Huh?” Jiang Feng didn’t catch on, wondering how they had suddenly gone from clear soup to ‘Buddhas Jumping Over the Wall.’

The ‘Buddhas Jumping Over the Wall’ hasn’t even been scheduled yet.

“You go on and get busy. The kitchen is a bit stuffy, and I’ll go out for a walk too,” Jiang Weiming didn’t clarify further and also left.

Jiang Feng: ???

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