The Game of Life

Chapter 871 - 871 870 Legacy (End of main text)

?Chapter 871: Chapter 870: Legacy (End of main text) Chapter 871: Chapter 870: Legacy (End of main text) “Ladies and gentlemen in the audience, you can now see Taifeng Building’s contestant Wu Minqi suddenly heading towards the ingredient area—it looks like she’s selecting ingredients. Let’s see what she’s got. First, she’s picked up a few oranges; now she’s making her way to the seafood section, choosing fish. Alright, everyone can see contestant Wu Minqi has selected three fresh live fish. Eggs, and she’s moving on to the vegetable area…”

“Strange, is there a problem with Taifeng Building’s dishes? Why has contestant Wu Minqi suddenly picked so many ingredients? Just now, the camera operator focused on Jiang Feng, and looking at contestant Jiang Feng’s expression, it seems there is no problem with Taifeng Building’s dishes—he looks calm. Okay, he’s looking at contestant Wu Minqi and nodding to her, apparently giving his approval for her ingredient selection, which might be Taifeng Building’s brand-new tactic. It’s worth mentioning that contestant Jiang Feng and contestant Wu Minqi are a couple, and as a team, they obviously have more synergy than the other chefs.”

From the moment Wu Minqi began selecting ingredients, the newly switched commentator was as if injected with chicken blood, incessantly talking about Taifeng Building’s contestants, completely ignoring Rolan who was strenuously stirring batter.

After Wu Minqi returned with the ingredients, she and Sun Jikai started making fish balls, while Jiang Feng opted to first stir-fry the fresh vegetables to whet his appetite.

“Taifeng Building’s latest strategy is indeed puzzling, with contestant Jiang Feng suddenly abandoning the broth he had been carefully tending to, instead opting to cook vegetables. Could it be that this plate of vegetables is meant to be added to the broth? This is quite a novel cooking method, unheard of. Alright, everyone can see that the plate of greens contestant Jiang Feng is cooking is now done. Let’s see how he’ll deal with this plate of vegetables.”

“He’s tasted a bit, probably to try the flavor. He’s added another chopstick of greens but didn’t eat it; he’s walking towards contestant Wu Minqi, he… he’s feeding Wu Minqi the greens?!”

“He’s started eating himself?!”

“He fed contestant Wu Minqi another bite?!”

It wasn’t just the commentator who was baffled, all the live audience and viewers were bewildered.

For the contestants of Taifeng Building to start eating during the competition wasn’t newsworthy; it wasn’t something the audience hadn’t seen before. But for the competition to suddenly turn into a display of affection partway through was a bit much. If you’re going to eat, just eat—why share that with everyone else?

The commentator was, after all, a professional, and he quickly continued as if he had not said any of those previous comments, resuming commentary on the dynamics of each contestant on the floor. But he didn’t know that the stir-fried vegetables were just the beginning.

Jiang Feng then stir-fried a serving of fish-flavored eggplant.

He stir-fried a large plate of noodles.

Four Phoenix Eggs.

As for why there were four Phoenix Eggs, Jiang Feng thoughtfully prepared three servings for the friends and family in the first three rows—one serving per row, so that each person could have one.

The whole audience erupted in excitement, and Han Guishan wept.

The audience in the back thought that the Phoenix Eggs were for everyone. They all craned their necks, eagerly anticipating Jiang Feng to make the next batch. However, Jiang Feng didn’t do anything else but went back to tend to the broth.

The broth was almost ready.

The Jiang’s Ginseng Soup was about to start being prepared.

An unbearably long two hours.

The term ‘unbearably long’ is relevant to the live audience, who thought they were in for the enjoyable segment of eating, only to find out that not only was there no food to eat, but the culinary process on stage was also not exciting. All the chefs were just circling around the pots; Chef Arno continued to stir the thick soup.

There were 5 hours left in the competition.

This was the most boring, least interesting, most discouraging part of the competition, and also the most likely to make people drowsy during the mid-stage.

But it was also the stage where Jiang Feng had planned to showcase his skills.

During this period, the Jiang’s Ginseng Soup was simmering gently on the stove and didn’t require his attention. The sea cucumber and abalone soup had finally entered its last few hours of finishing touches, and it didn’t need Sun Maochai to keep constant watch, only occasionally adding some new ingredients.

There was even less to say about Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai—they didn’t have anything to do and just needed to sit by and watch.

Everyone was at leisure, everyone had plenty of time to engage in activities unrelated to the competition.

For instance, making some signature dishes that could excite the entire audience and also have some visual appeal.

“Qiqi, could you help me grab some ingredients? Old Sun, I remember there are squabs in the ingredient area; go get five whole squabs and debone them.” Jiang Feng had decided to start slacking off.

“You’re going to make Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, now?” Sun Jikai didn’t know Jiang Feng’s plan, and upon hearing that he was going to make Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon under these circumstances, he was so surprised that he forgot to manage his expression.

“We’re idle anyway, leave the five stoves for the porridge to you. Anyway, you’re familiar with all the previous steps, Old Sun. I’ll just be in charge of the final thickening.” Jiang Feng said with a smile.

Sun Jikai seemed to understand. Jiang Feng wanted to make Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon, but he didn’t only want to make Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon.

“You’re not thinking of making something else on top of that, are you?” Sun Jikai now only worried that Jiang Feng, getting carried away with making other dishes, would neglect Jiang’s Ginseng Soup and botch it.

“I also want to make six portions of Sweet and Sour Yam.”

Sun Jikai breathed a sigh of relief, that was simple, not laborious, and would be done quickly.

“Five portions of chicken wrapped in leaves.”

Sun Jikai nodded, that was also simple and not too labor-intensive.

“Three portions of Shafu Roast Chicken.”

Sun Jikai: ???

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