The Game of Life-Chapter 795 - 794 Oh Hoo

Chapter 795: Chapter 794: Oh Hoo

Chapter 795 -794: Oh Hoo

Peng Changping, at heart, was actually a competitive person. Even though he was now older, living a reclusive life, sipping tea, and caring for his cat, leading the serene and prosperous lifestyle that a wealthy elderly man should, and had recently taken on a sworn disciple, none of this could change his intrinsically competitive nature.

If Peng Changping wasn’t driven by a competitive spirit, he would never have chosen to leave everything behind in China and start anew overseas.

In the beginning, he had no thoughts on this variety cooking competition.

Having seen plenty of competitions and watched a fair share of variety shows, he thought that simply being a judge, without having to participate in the competition, was quite enjoyable and interesting. Even when Yonghe House initially ranked fifth during the points race, putting them in the lower-middle tier, Peng Changping wasn’t too concerned. He thought it was normal for Yonghe House to be ranked there due to bad luck in drawing lots.

Later, when Peng Changping found out that a staff member from the show had tampered with the lots, deliberately handing Taifeng Building a terrible draw, he even briefly suspected that Yonghe House’s lots might have been tampered with.

Despite knowing that he would be busy with the Sunday tests, Peng Changping set aside an entire afternoon to prepare a meal that wasn’t particularly lavish but was certainly heartful and abundant. He did this to encourage the competing disciples and grand-disciples.

However, Peng Changping then saw Yonghe House’s dreadful test results.

Especially with the neighboring Taifeng Building’s shocking comeback as a comparison, it made Yonghe House’s test results look even worse.

Instantly, Peng Changping’s mentality shifted from one of a generous elder who felt his hardworking disciples and grand-disciples deserved encouragement despite the disappointing results, to “Do you even deserve to eat?”

With test results this miserable, you expect to eat???

Subsequently, the sumptuous feast that was originally intended for his disciples and grand-disciples ended up in the stomachs of the Taifeng Building Quartet, Liu Qian, Xu Cheng, and Han Guishan.

If Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi hadn’t been so vigilant, Liu Qian might have ended up in the hospital before finishing her meal.

Monday was a rest day, and this time, Jiang Feng didn’t suggest going hiking or strolling in a park to relax, which was nonsense. Instead, like Sun Jikai on Saturday, he slept the entire day at home.

But Jiang Feng was still slightly better than Sun Jikai. He ordered takeout for two meals.

The two meals were breakfast and dinner. For breakfast, Jiang Feng ordered from a well-known breakfast spot seven kilometers away from his home, with a delivery fee of thirteen yuan. After breakfast, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi returned to their rooms to lie down, chatting through WeChat because they only wanted to move their fingers, not their mouths; speaking was simply too tiring.

It wasn’t just physical fatigue; more importantly, it was mental exhaustion. They had worried about the points all of last week, only starting to relax a little after Sunday night at eleven. Now that they finally had a day off, anyone would take the opportunity to lie in bed all day.

Jiang Feng spent the entire day in bed, half-sleeping, half-playing with his phone, until at seven in the evening, he got up only because he had to go downstairs to pick up his takeout.

By the time Jiang Feng came out of his room, Wu Minqi was already eating dinner in the living room, not at the dining table but at the coffee table, watching a variety show while eating. Wu Minqi was so engrossed in the TV that she didn’t even notice Jiang Feng come out.

Jiang Feng glanced at the TV and discovered…

Hey, isn’t that me?

On a closer look, he saw himself on TV, standing in the kitchen with a look of dejection, creating a profoundly melancholic atmosphere even without any background music.

“We just finished the first week of testing yesterday, right? The first episode is already edited, aren’t they working too fast?” Jiang Feng was surprised.

“They cut the content of one week into two episodes. What’s playing now should be the content from a few days ago,” Wu Minqi explained. She scooped up a mouthful of noodles, and Jiang Feng noticed she was eating rice noodles from Mianyang filled with pig intestines.

“Which place did you order the Mianyang rice noodles from?”

“A new place. I think they didn’t use the base ingredients well; it tastes a bit salty.” Wu Minqi slurped another mouthful of noodles and pointed to the milk tea on the coffee table. “Fengfeng, do you want some milk tea?”

Only then did Jiang Feng realize that there were more than just Mianyang rice noodles and milk tea on the coffee table. There was also a box of fried chicken, half-eaten, a bowl of ice jelly, and the sauerkraut glass noodle buns that Wu Minqi had heated up in the microwave from breakfast.

“Minqi, how come you ordered so much takeout?” Jiang Feng asked in mild surprise as he took a sip of the milk tea—which was pretty sweet, pearl milk tea, except the pearls lacked chewiness.

“I overdid it. After sleeping all day, I woke up feeling especially hungry and wanted to eat everything. I didn’t think too much when ordering, and only when the food arrived did I realize I’d ordered too much.” Wu Minqi put down her bowl of noodles and shuffled aside to make space for Jiang Feng to watch TV comfortably. “You ordered takeout, right, Fengfeng? Why don’t you just eat mine?”

Just as she finished speaking, Jiang Feng’s phone rang. His takeout had arrived.

Jiang Feng didn’t go on a spree ordering from several places like Wu Minqi. He only ordered from one place.

He ordered pork-filled mooncakes, white sugar sponge cake, ding sheng cake, crab shell pastry, half a roast duck, cold celery salad, stir-fried lamb with scallions, and Four Joyful Meatballs.

By the way, he ordered from Eight-treasure House.

Wu Minqi: ?

She seemed to have overheard someone asking her why she ordered so much takeout.

Jiang Feng placed the freshly steaming takeout from the Eight-treasure House onto the coffee table, instantly filling every remaining gap. It was so full that there was no place left for the milk tea, which had to be placed on the ground for the moment.

Then, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi began to chow down on the fresh meat mooncakes, one for each.

Although Ling Guangzhao was a ruthless capitalist and became Taifeng Building’s formidable competitor in the first week’s point race, the Eight-treasure House’s white-case pastries were innocent.

Anyway, the dishes sold today were not scored.

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi did just that, eating dinner while starting to watch their own variety show.

The entire variety show was incredibly long, totalling three hours, but with eight competing restaurants, the airtime allocated to each one wasn’t really that lengthy, and it varied from restaurant to restaurant.

Long airtime like Taifeng Building and Taste House got a generous half hour each, while the shortest, like Eight Immortals Restaurant which hadn’t yet aired and would be disqualified, only had about ten minutes.

Even within each restaurant, every chef’s screen time was different. Taking the top-tier restaurants as an example, basically all the footage was focused on Chef Arno with everyone else serving as a backdrop. This was normal; people watched for Chef Arno, and everyone else was secondary in his presence.

Take Taifeng Building, for instance, a careful tally would show that Zhang Guanghang actually had the most screen time. Then came Jiang Feng and Sun Maochai, with Jiang Feng having slightly more compared to the latter. Perhaps to set up a good foundation for Taifeng Building’s comeback in the second episode, reaching an explosive turnabout, Taifeng Building’s appearances were quite dismal in the first episode.

The atmosphere was quite gloomy; the final cuts subtly emphasized just how low Taifeng Building’s points were, often cutting away to other restaurants for a stark contrast. They particularly liked contrasting with Taste House’s extremely high points, making it seem as if Taste House had tens of thousands of points and Taifeng Building a mere few dozen instead of a few hundred.

Under normal circumstances, if someone were watching their own variety show, especially one where the close-up shots are consistently gloomy, dejected, regretful, and filled with self-reproach, they would usually feel awkward.

But Jiang Feng didn’t. He watched quite calmly, treating it like any other variety show, eating and drinking as usual, and casually finished the rest of Wu Minqi’s pearl milk tea.

Kidding, he had seen his own memory of himself—who would be embarrassed by just a variety show?

He had seen himself in full holographic 360 degrees with no dead angles.

“No wonder Eight-treasure House has such a high score, they drew a pretty good straw,” Wu Minqi had almost finished eating and was lying on the couch, snacking on a white sugar sponge cake she held in her hand.

Jiang Feng, who was gobbling up Wu Minqi’s leftover Mianyang rice noodles, looked up during a slurp to catch Zheng Siyuan meticulously kneading dough on the screen.

The white dough, slender fingers, clean kitchen, and focused chef—the image and composition were unpleasantly striking, like an earnest pastry documentary.

Jiang Feng thought that Zheng Da could save these clips for Zheng Siyuan’s dating video, which would probably greatly increase his chances.

“Their draw was indeed good; Zheng Siyuan got fresh meat mooncakes which happen to be a seasonal special at Eight-treasure House and are about to be discontinued soon. They’ve been selling well recently,” Jiang Feng slurped and spoke with a hint of envy, “Actually, I think the top-tier restaurants also drew pretty good lots, none were exceptionally great, but all were decent. That chef who’s never been on a poster drew a dish that was an appetizer from their set menu. If I remember correctly, it’s the cheapest set, and also the best-selling one.”

“I think compared to us, their draws were all pretty good,” Wu Minqi was saying, when a vibration from her phone indicated a new message.

“Though, I think the Chinese subtitles this time are lackluster, not as good as the first season we watched. ‘Shit,’ Chef Arno clearly said ‘shit,’ and it wasn’t translated. ‘What shitty dish have you made’ is obviously much more interesting than ‘what ghostly dish have you made,'” Jiang Feng continued discussing the variety show with Wu Minqi, turning his head to find her attentively reading her phone.

“Fengfeng, the menu draw for this week is out. Take a look at what dish you’ve drawn. I’ve got queenfish, not bad.” Wu Minqi lifted her phone; her queenfish dish sales had always been stable, a tad better than the Mapo tofu.

Queenfish is sweet.

Jiang Feng hurriedly searched for his phone on the sofa. The production team had previously asked them to resubmit their menu and changed the rule for drawing dishes to a five-choice system. Jiang Feng learned from the previous random menu selection, which led to a disastrous turn for his stir-fried potato strips, and carefully picked five dishes that would definitely not perform poorly in sales.

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This week, he definitely wouldn’t flop!

Jiang Feng found his phone.

“Ohoho,” Jiang Feng made an odd noise.

Wu Minqi: ?

Wu Minqi leaned over for a look and let out a sound just as strange as Jiang Feng’s.

This week, the dish Jiang Feng drew was—

Pure meat wontons.