The Game of Life-Chapter 845 - 844 Broth Noodles

Chapter 845: Chapter 844: Broth Noodles

Chapter 845 -844: Broth Noodles

Jiang Feng headed straight for the restaurant and under the beaming smile of a waitress at the deserted Chinese restaurant reception, he made an unreasonable request.

“I need to borrow your hotel’s kitchen to cook.”

Jiang Feng couldn’t wait any longer.

It was now three o’clock in the afternoon, and the hotel kitchen was unoccupied, as expected. Simmering a pot of broth took at least six hours, and soaking shark fins also took about six hours.

Starting from three in the afternoon until nine at night, cooking a bowl of broth noodles takes only a few minutes, making a serving of braised shark fins takes about five to six hours. If he wanted to have both the broth noodles and the braised shark fins, Jiang Feng would have to stay in the hotel kitchen until three in the morning.

This was a perfectly acceptable thing to do.

After all, vacation was about relaxation and letting oneself go. During the vacation period, almost no young staff at the Taifeng Building would go to bed before two in the morning, living a routine of staying up late, waking up late, skipping breakfast, and going straight to lunch—a unhealthy but blissfully euphoric existence.

Jiang Feng had been yearning for three months in his memory, and his hands were itching for that long as well.

To others, it might seem Jiang Feng hadn’t cooked for just a few days, but for him, it had been well over three months.

Over three months!

He was already extremely eager and excited.

Forget about staying up until three in the morning; he felt he could pull an all-nighter without any problems.

But the hotel waitress thought otherwise.

To tell the truth, she had worked at this five-star hotel for many years and it was the first time a guest had been dissatisfied with the hotel’s food and wanted to cook themselves.

Previously, there were guests who had made requests about the hotel’s buffet or Chinese restaurant for custom meals due to religious reasons or food allergies. Though their head chef wasn’t the top of the line, he was quite competent compared to other chefs in similar five-star hotels and there were rarely any complaints about the food.

Let alone requests to use the kitchen to cook personally.

The waitress knew Jiang Feng.

To be precise, she was somewhat familiar with the employees of Taifeng Building.

They had hosted numerous corporate annual meetings and various industry conferences, but a company building team of nearly a hundred people, like Taifeng Building, taking over for a week was rare.

“Sir, if there’s anything unsatisfactory about our hotel’s food, you can make a request to our kitchen, and we will try our best to prepare dishes that satisfy you. However, borrowing the kitchen is really not within the services we can offer,” said the waitress, clearly troubled.

“You can’t make the dish I want,” Jiang Feng said bluntly, not wanting to waste any time.

“What dish would you like?”

“Braised shark fins, from the Tan Family Cuisine.”

Waitress: ?

The waitress doubted whether Jiang Feng was joking with her, so she went to contact the manager, who then went to communicate with the kitchen. The head chef thought Jiang Feng was intentionally causing trouble.

After nearly twenty minutes of communication, the hotel agreed to allocate a stove and a small area for Jiang Feng to use. There was no charge for borrowing, the ingredients could also be from the hotel but at his own expense, and if Jiang Feng damaged any items in the kitchen, he needed to compensate at the original price and also pay a compensation fee for lost work.

The attitude was quite good, and Jiang Feng gladly agreed.

Once Jiang Feng changed his clothes and entered the kitchen, he found a middle-aged man in a chef’s uniform standing by the stove, somewhat in the way.

“May I ask who you are?”

The middle-aged man seemed a bit annoyed: “I am the head chef of the Chinese cuisine department.”

“Oh,” Jiang Feng realized, thinking the head chef was quite dedicated to be tidying up during his break. Little did he know the chef had specifically changed into his work clothes to come and see what kind of trouble Jiang Feng was going to stir up in the kitchen.

The head chef looked at Jiang Feng.

Quite the audacity for such a young age.

Braised shark fins, and from the Tan Family Cuisine no less. Do you even know the last name of the current leader of Tan Family Cuisine?

And you want to cook it yourself—I can’t even make it properly!

Who do you think you are, Jiang Feng, the famed chef recently ranked sixth in the culinary circle?

The head chef coldly observed, standing his ground firmly.

“Excuse me, could you please step aside? I need to get through,” Jiang Feng said.

The head chef stepped aside.

“By the way, do you know where the shark fins are? I need shark fins, could you please go and get some for me? Only the best quality,” Jiang Feng requested.

The head chef reluctantly went to fetch shark’s fin for Jiang Feng, not because he was willing to be bossed around by Jiang Feng, but because he was afraid Jiang Feng might clumsily mess up the other precious ingredients.

Jiang Feng was completely oblivious to the head chef’s somewhat cold demeanor; his mind was entirely focused on the kitchenware and ingredients.

Ah, such a familiar place.

The beautiful kitchen!

Chopping knives, stoves, cutting boards, and sinks—it was a sight that filled one with joy.

Jiang Feng casually picked up a kitchen knife. Although it was not as handy and easy to use as the one he was awarded in the game, it was sufficient.

He only needed to process the whole chicken and pork bones for making the stock. He wasn’t particular about knifework, so naturally, he wasn’t demanding about the knife either.

The news that Jiang Feng borrowed the hotel’s kitchen to cook quickly spread among the Taifeng Building staff.

It even attracted a crowd of kitchen staff who had a good relationship with him. The servers also wanted to watch, but their professional training instilled a habit of not entering the kitchen lightly when not needed. They didn’t dare go into the kitchen to watch, afraid of disturbing Jiang Feng.

Initially, the head chef was annoyed; he thought these people were ridiculous. First, there was someone claiming that the hotel couldn’t make the dish he wanted and insisting on cooking himself, and then a bunch of others rushed into the kitchen to watch him cook.

Did they think cooking was like making Indian roti where they could just stand around and watch?

Soon, the head chef realized that the problem might not be with the people of Taifeng Building, but with himself.

It seemed like he was the one who was incompetent.

As Jiang Feng began making the stock, the head chef’s attitude shifted from indifference, disdain, and schadenfreude to surprise, delight, and admiration.

The head chef realized that Jiang Feng truly had the skills to make braised shark’s fin.

When the stock reached a critical stage of skimming during the evening business hours, all the onlookers from Taifeng Building who had been watching Jiang Feng make the stock had left, but the head chef still squatted by Jiang Feng, not wanting to leave.

Even though the other chefs urged him to go to work and warned that the boss might deduct his salary, he didn’t want to leave.

To hell with the salary—he wanted to watch the master make stock!

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At 9:40 PM, the stock was completed.

For more than six hours, Jiang Feng hadn’t checked his phone, hadn’t been distracted, hadn’t chatted with anyone, and had been tending to the stove the whole time, skimming and filtering. Even when there was nothing to do but wait, he stayed by the stove.

He loved this feeling too much.

Jiang Feng even somewhat understood why Jiang Chengde insisted on being in the kitchen for his breakthroughs.

For a chef chasing after delicious flavors and perfect dishes, no place could be more comforting and pleasant than the kitchen.

If there was such a place, it might be the produce market.

Sun Maochai and his group had also returned from the market a while ago, not just for a stroll but also to pick up some fresh seafood.

Originally, they hadn’t planned on buying anything, merely wanting to browse the market just like how Wu Minqi and her group went shopping. But just like Wu Minqi’s shopping trips, they might not have planned to buy anything initially but ended up thinking this and that looked good, returning with their hands full instead of empty.

Sun Maochai had originally planned to do just like Jiang Feng and borrow the hotel’s kitchen to cook some seafood to change the menu up for everyone, but when he came back, he heard that Jiang Feng had already borrowed the kitchen and was already making the stock.

So, they didn’t cook the seafood they bought. Sun Maochai, Sun Jikai, and Wu Minqi, who had returned from shopping, along with the head chef after the hotel’s evening business had mostly ended, sat on small stools about three meters away from Jiang Feng, watching him make the stock.

In the meantime, the elder Sirs and the rest of the Jiang Family members also came over to take a look. Seeing that the dishes were not ready yet, they went back first.

Now the stock Jiang Feng had made was ready.

Everyone thought he was going to start making the braised shark’s fin with the soaked shark’s fin.

But he didn’t; he found another pot, poured half a pot of the stock in it, and started making noodles.

The crowd was puzzled: ???

You spent six hours making stock just to use it for boiling noodles?!

The middle-aged head chef felt like his views on life and values had been greatly shaken.

As the noodles hit the boiling water, Jiang Feng felt extremely refreshed. He turned and discovered that five people had somehow seated themselves nearby.

“Do you want some? I’ll make more if you do,” Jiang Feng asked.

“Yes!” the five answered in unison, unable to refuse such a simple bowl of noodle soup.

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