The Game of Life

Chapter 640: Chapter 638 A Dish That Must Be Made

After leaving the memory, Jiang Feng immediately opened his attribute panel and flipped to the recipes. Sure enough, the entry for Jiang Weiming had changed to (4/5), and the dish was, as he expected, Chicken Douhua.

[Chicken Douhua S-level]

Creator: Jiang Weiming

Dish Details: This is a dish that comes close to perfection in every respect, truly deserving of its top-tier clear soup reputation, and can be regarded as a dish that would leave any picky diner dreaming and singing praises. Although this dish is not the best Chicken Douhua Jiang Weiming has ever made in his life, it became unforgettable for him because of the special emotions associated with eating it, and after consumption, it can increase taste sensitivity. (Note: This buff is only effective once and the degree of improvement varies from person to person.)

Friendly reminder: As this dish’s level far exceeds the player’s culinary skills, there is a 100% chance of failure in making it. It is recommended that players start by learning clear soups to lay a solid foundation for more efficient progress.

Jiang Feng: !!!

Increase taste sensitivity!

Although the degree of improvement varies by individual, it can still be enhanced.

Those who are not sensitive will become sensitive, and those who are already sensitive will become even more so, so… what about people who lack the sense of taste entirely?

Could it be that they could start to taste the flavors, even if just slightly?

The game didn’t give Jiang Feng an answer, but he already had one in his mind.

This was a buff dish that he had to make, no matter what.

Even if it was very difficult.

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If Jiang Weisheng could break through his own limits and make a B-level dish, then what reason did he, Jiang Feng, have for not being able to make an S-level dish?

Jiang Feng was determined, not for any other reason, but because this dish became unforgettable to Jiang Weiming because of him.

It began because of him, and it should also bloom brilliantly because of him.

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Throughout his life, Jiang Feng had many weaknesses, but also many strengths. During his school days, one of the most praised strengths was his determination: once he set a goal, he would persevere until he achieved it or realized that it was simply impossible.

This trait was common among the children of the Jiang Family. Once everyone realized that if they studied well and let their grades speak for themselves, they could legitimately avoid returning to the countryside to learn cooking, every single one of them chose to study day and night, with extreme dedication and tireless effort.

This strength hadn’t been displayed by Jiang Feng since he went to college—after starting university, he stopped setting goals for himself, and if he did have a goal, it was simply to scrape by without much effort.

Now, Jiang Feng had set a new goal for himself.

To make Chicken Douhua in the shortest time possible.

Jiang Feng knew that with his advantages, the biggest obstacles and bottlenecks limiting a chef’s progress didn’t exist for him; as long as he put in effort, he would see results.

An ounce of effort would yield an ounce of outcome; a ten thousand efforts would yield a ten thousand outcome.

If he wanted to reach a goal of ten thousand, he could strive with a hundred efforts each day for a hundred days to achieve it, or he could endeavor with ten efforts each day for a thousand days.

He was still young, he had plenty of time to waste.

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But Jiang Weiming was no more.

For Jiang Weiming, every day was precious, every day was a luxury. Even though every younger generation who truly respected and loved their elders wished their family’s seniors could live to a ripe old age—a hundred years was far from enough, ideally, they would live for thousands of years—every one of them knew it was impossible.

Every day Jiang Feng delayed in making Chicken Douhua, Jiang Weiming lost one more day of possibly having a trace of taste.

But even just a trace, for Jiang Weiming, was something unattainable.

Jiang Feng began to practice his culinary skills with a new, unprecedented, positive, transformative zeal as if someone had been possessed or had developed a mental illness, with a sense of urgency that seemed like racing against time.

Jiang Feng had always practiced his cooking seriously, even in his youth when he was forcefully pressed by Sir to practice against his will, even when coaxed by his older male cousins to skip out, and even though he sometimes thought about skipping practice. But at least he was conscientious when he practiced.

Slack off when you can afford to slack off, practice cooking when it’s time to practice cooking.

Jiang Feng, like his biological father Jiang Jiankang, had etched the art of slacking off into their lives, ingrained deeply into their marrow.

But now, Jiang Feng used all the time he would have spent slacking off, dating, teaching disciples, playing on his phone, and watching TV to practice cooking.

Of course, the use of the time spent teaching disciples for practicing cooking was primarily because there really wasn’t much left to teach his disciples; whiteboard work was indeed a blind spot in Jiang Feng’s knowledge.

From the second day Jiang Feng started his job at Taifeng Building, everyone in the kitchen started to notice that he had changed.

He was no longer passive; he became proactive, proactive in an unprecedented way. Jiang Feng began to check his attribute panel every morning upon waking up to review each value, then again in the evening he would check it in order to deduct the proficiency gained that day, record it, and compare it with the proficiency he had gained daily, and reflect and summarize before bedtime.

It could be said that Jiang Feng had never been so meticulous and serious even when writing down mistakes during his high school days.

Everyone noticed Jiang Feng’s change because it happened too quickly and too visibly, so much so that Mrs. Jiang even wondered if her grandson had been possessed by a ghost.

As time passed, the urgency that Jiang Feng showed didn’t fade but instead grew stronger, which caused a slight shift in the attitudes of Jiang family members who originally felt joy, surprise, or contentment towards Jiang Feng’s sudden inspiration.

Including Sir and the discharged Jiang Weiming, they all started to worry about Jiang Feng.

A positive change is indeed good, but if someone changes too much, too quickly, too visibly, and too intensely, it may not be as good as one imagines.

The image of Jiang Feng as a slacker was deeply entrenched, yet his sudden diligence, hard work, and positivity—which was not merely a fleeting enthusiasm—truly concerned everyone.

They suspected whether Jiang Feng had faced some kind of stimulation, been struck hard by someone, or had an experience that nobody else knew about, which led to such a dramatic transformation.

From being a proactive slacker to becoming a desperate workaholic.

From being the biological son of Jiang Jiankang to becoming Ji Xue.

But now, the question was, while everyone knew why Ji Xue was working so forcefully, no one knew why Jiang Feng was doing the same.

Finally, on the 13th day of Jiang Feng’s tremendous change, the members of the Jiang family gathered together, joined by Jiang Feng’s personal disciple Ji Xia, Jiang Feng’s official girlfriend Wu Minqi, Jiang Feng’s chief drama-recommendation officer Ji Yue, and Ji Yue’s boyfriend Zhang Guanghang.

These important supporting characters from the book who were closely connected with Jiang Feng and were equally shocked and worried about his transformation, along with Jiang family members including Jiang Shoucheng, held a secret meeting.

The theme of the meeting was:

What on earth happened to Jiang Feng?

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