38 Dinner Party (1/2)

Jiang Feng spent the whole afternoon scurrying about in the kitchen, he watched the video of Jiang Huiqin cooking three or four times over, replaced the ingredients with good quality ones, enriched the seasoning, and following the original steps of Jiang Huiqin, he made the Salix Leaf-shaped Steamed Bird's Nest Soup.

As he saw the improved Grade F rating given by the game, Jiang Feng stared at the dishe in front of him with mixed feelings.

The plating was done beautifully. In order to enrich the colors, he had added some greens to it.

As for the taste...

It lived up to the Grade F rating given by the game.

Mushroom soup, quail eggs, tremella, luncheon meat, it was basically a concoction of death!

The fact that Jiang Huiqin could get a Grade E evaluation from this kind of deathly concoction made her a superb cook.

Jiang Feng silently poured the failed concoction in front of him into the swill bucket.

He was not a very talented cook, and the game had rated his dishes as a beginner's. It was just that because he had eaten Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Jiankang's cooking since he was a child, he was quite picky. He could comment on the taste of the food with others who didn't have much culinary knowledge, and could just manage to fool laymen.

Jiang Feng had never ever heard of the geniuses mentioned in novels, where one was born with a high level of sensitivity in terms of taste, could determine whether the ingredients were fresh with just a glance, and distinguish all the ingredients and condiments, and work out the recipe after just taking a bite of the dish.

He didn't believe that there were such people in the world either.

As chefs, they had to work hard to make up for whatever shortcomings they had, there were scarcely any people who were born to survive on plain bowls of rice.

Jiang Feng couldn't figure it out by himself, so he went to ask Jiang Jiankang for advice.

”Mushrooms, tremella, quail eggs, luncheon meat?” Jiang Jiankang's frown deepened with the mention of each ingredient. After a long pause, he looked at Jiang Feng with a complicated expression: ”Son, let's make food honestly. Let's not learn to make those innovative dishes on the Internet.”

Obviously, the fear of yesterday's Pure Meat Wontons was still there.

Dad, you should tell that to Great-grandaunt.

Under Jiang Feng's unceasing coaxing and pestering, Jiang Jiankang finally compromised, he said he'd study it a little and then slipped into the kitchen to cut vegetables.

Jiang Feng went back to the dormitory to change his clothes.

He had a dinner party to attend later.

It was the chess club's first dinner party this semester, and it was also the most formal, largest, and expensive dinner party the chess club had had in the past four years!

Jiang Feng vaguely remembered that last year's dinner party was held by scraping together the remaining club funds, and Ji Yue had also contributed her collection of Butter Hot Pot Base Soups, and the pot hidden in her dormitory. They had bought a pile of noodles, vermicelli, rice cakes, vegetables, enoki mushrooms, and other ingredients and staple foods, the fish balls were limited to one per person, nothing more, nothing less. The eight of them had run to the classrooms to steal electricity. Like thieves, they had a special meal.

This year was not the same. This year, the chess club had more than 30 members, and they could even go to a hotel restaurant for dinner!

It was an unprecedented breakthrough for the chess club. After all, one had to know that Ji Yue had never enjoyed the privilege of dining in a hotel restaurant for their dinner parties in the past, ever since becoming the president of the chess club three years ago.

For this reason, Ji Yue had specially asked for leave to participate in the dinner party at her own expense.

Wang Hao was suffering because of this. He was the only help in the shop today.

The group of more than 30 had boarded the bus in a formidable array and had almost filled the entire bus.

The dining place was a barbecue and hot pot buffet restaurant not far from the school, it was 69 dollars per person, and those with student ID cards could get 15% off, making it very affordable. Because of the large number of people, Jiang Feng had reserved all the seats needed in advance. There were two rows, four tables in a row and five tables in another row that had all been pushed together, which made it convenient for everyone to chat while eating.

Although the ingredients were not very fresh, and the meat was obviously either frozen or pieced together with meat glue, it was rich in variety, and even if they didn't have good grilled meat, they could just dunk it in the soup. Moreover, because of the small soup pot, the seasoning was plentiful. There was oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, minced garlic, chopped peppers, and all kinds of dipping sauces.

Jiang Feng, Ji Yue, Liu Qian, Liu Zixuan, and Wu Minqi, the future hope of the chess club and Liu Qian's fellow villager, were all sitting at the same table.

Liu Qian came back with two plates of cooked food, sat down, set up her mobile phone to face her, and began to speak to the camera: ”Hello, everyone, I'm Qian Qian, it's our school club's dinner party today, we're having a barbecue buffet. This is... ”

”A live broadcast?” Jiang Feng brought back a plate of meat to be roasted and saw Liu Qian talking to her mobile phone.