The Game of Life-Chapter 848 - 847 Are You Really Going on Vacation
Chapter 848 -847: Are You Really Going on Vacation? (Request for Monthly Votes!)
Chapter 848 -847: Are You Really Going on Vacation? (Request for Monthly Votes!)
On the first day Taifeng Building resumed business, the flow of customers instantaneously surpassed historical peaks and literally went off the charts. Although it wasn’t opened until 11:30 AM, a queue had formed at the door by 11:00 AM, making one wonder if Taifeng Building was secretly serving breakfast. This was despite many customers already sharing tables in both the main hall and the private rooms.
It’s no exaggeration to say that the queue almost rivaled that of a holiday high-speed train station.
The welcome staff at the door could only repeatedly persuade the customers at the back of the line not to wait any longer. Even if they were willing to queue for three or four hours just for a lunch, the chefs like Jiang Feng, Sun Maochai, and Jiang Weiming were not up for it.
Despite that, a significant portion of these queuing customers were still unwilling to leave. In their words, it didn’t matter if they couldn’t have lunch, they could just queue up early for dinner instead.
The welcome staff could only express that she was becoming increasingly puzzled by the customers’ behavior.
Doesn’t anyone have to work anymore?
The day Taifeng Building, renowned globally, resumed business was indeed a big day. Xu Cheng and Han Guishan naturally came to show their support, or more accurately, Han Guishan was desperately missing his canteen.
He hadn’t eaten at the canteen for eight days!
Han Guishan really wanted to grab Jiang Feng’s hand and shout, “How could you go on vacation for seven days? Do you know what these seven days have been like for me?”
I’ve been eating at Yonghe House for seven days!
“I’m just glad I have a reserved private room at Taifeng Building. Otherwise, I bet we’d be eating in the kitchen today,” Han Guishan said as he walked to the window in the private room and looked down at the long line of people below, sighing deeply.
Today was Xu Cheng dining on Han Guishan’s dime. Xu Cheng’s assistant didn’t have the initiative like Han Guishan’s assistant. Xu Cheng had forgotten to ask him to reserve a spot at Taifeng Building, and he hadn’t brought it up either, realizing only upon seeing the long queue at the entrance that he might have to go back without a meal. If it hadn’t been for Xu Cheng remembering that Han Guishan had been complaining about Jiang Feng’s absence, calling him last minute to share the private room would probably have left him squatting in the kitchen for a covered rice dish.
“Han, did you manage to reserve the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon today?” Xu Cheng asked.
At Taifeng Building, the Eight Treasures Chestnut Fragrant Pigeon was primarily prepared by Qiu Fu now, with Jiang Feng only handling the final touches. The dish was still listed under Jiang Feng’s name until either Qiu Fu or Sun Jikai mastered the trick of finishing touches and could take it over.
“No, these dishes are hard to get a hold of, especially during this period. I eat here every day like it’s the canteen, it doesn’t feel right using back doors or cutting in line when I’m not visiting from far away,” Han Guishan explained, pausing before adding, “High-quality steel should be used on the blade edge of the dishes. We’ve eaten them before and not missing them once or twice won’t hurt, I’ll wait until Jiang Feng and others introduce a new dish before I cut in line.”
“Xu, why doesn’t Jiang Feng put the Phoenix Egg on the menu? You told me after the semifinals that his Phoenix Egg was really good, had a unique flavor, and was different from what Master Peng cooked last time. He even dared to use it in the semifinals so it must have been good, why hasn’t he put it on the menu?” Han Guishan complained, looking annoyed.
Jiang Feng’s Phoenix Egg not being on the menu meant he had no chance to try it.
“Probably because he thinks it won’t sell well, it seems easy to make but it’s hard to prepare,” Xu Cheng replied, “Master Peng told me that many places don’t sell Phoenix Eggs for that reason.”
“His dish worried about not selling well?” Han Guishan said, clearly frustrated.
“If you really want to try it that badly, just ask him personally. Wait until things settle down and see when Jiang Feng has some free time, he could make one just for you,” Xu Cheng suggested with a smile, noticing that Han seemed to have regained some of his youthful spirit.
Craving a dish but not being able to eat it can occupy your mind for a long time, constantly thinking about it, mentioning it to whoever you meet.
“Ah, that’s all I could do. I wouldn’t have gone on a business trip that day if I had known. Why did I have to pick the day of the semi-finals? It made me miss out on the food,” Han Guishan lamented with frustration.
When the competition was brought up, Xu Cheng got a bit more serious and said, “I heard you asked the production team to set up spectator seats in the venue.”
“Yes,” Han Guishan nodded. “It’s the finals, and we had a massive venue with plenty of space for seats. Why wouldn’t we set them up? Besides, the investors from the U.S. kept talking about broadcasting live and all, but they never managed it, which kept pushing the final date back. If we were going to do a live broadcast, having an empty venue would look ridiculous. We definitely needed an audience.”
“Chef Arno requested to extend the match duration to twelve hours. If we arrange for an audience, considering the time they arrive and the time taken to clear out after recording, it will likely exceed thirteen hours, which is a stretch for most spectators,” said Xu Cheng.
“Then we just gather those who can sit through it by online registration, marking the approximate duration so they are prepared,” Han Guishan said nonchalantly. “Just provide meals. Anyway, let’s talk about this later. We first need to wait for the U.S. to sort out the live broadcasting. They’re much more problematic than us.”
“A twelve-hour competition broadcast live? Impossible,” Han Guishan shook his head. “It’s feasible to do a live broadcast on our side. It’s always been done in the format of an online show. When the time comes, we’ll just do an online live stream. Those who want to watch will watch, and others can catch the edited show later.”
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While they were discussing, a waiter pushed open the door to the private room, bringing in the dishes.
Although Han Guishan missed out on booking the dish he wanted, his assistant’s quick actions snagged them one of the precious six daily limited portions of Sweet and Sour Yam, which in a way, was even more valuable than getting the dish he had booked.
“Oh, finally the dishes are here. I’ve been dying for this!” The moment Han Guishan saw the steaming Sweet and Sour Yam, he could think of nothing else and stood up to grab a piece, pulling out a silk that was nearly five feet long, then satisfied, dunked it in cold water before eating.
Before his tongue even touched the sugary coating on the outer layer of the yam, Han Guishan couldn’t help but exclaim in advance, “Mmm, delicious!”
This time, Xu Cheng was truly helpless. He pinched a piece, dipped it in cold water, and remarked, “Have you even tasted it yet? Just delicious.”
“It is delicious,” Han Guishan replied, this time having really tasted it. “I think it’s even better than before.”
“Oh, come off it,” Xu Cheng retorted as he bit into his piece. The sugary coating cracked under the pressure of his teeth, revealing the soft yam inside.
“Hmm?” Xu Cheng murmured with a mouthful of yam.
Xu Cheng became somewhat perplexed.
The yam did seem a bit better than before, subtly but perceptibly so. Whether it was the outer sugar coat, the sugar string Han Guishan had pulled out, or the yam wrapped inside the sugar coat, everything seemed a bit improved over the previous version.
Didn’t Jiang Feng and the others go south for a vacation?
Did they really go on vacation?
Taifeng Building’s cooking vacation class?
