The Game of Life - Chapter 59

Chapter 59: Game Update

An unspeakable feeling of joy filled Jiang Feng when he was making the Cucumber Salad.

If he had to say what it was, it would be the feeling of remaining true to his original aspirations.

His first experience points had been contributed by Chen Xiuxiu when she had eaten the Cucumber Salad, and many of the later experience points were contributed by Chen Xiuxiu when she ate the Cucumber Salad as well. Although the experience points seemed to be useless now, Jiang Feng was afraid of the game update if he were to level up, and upgrading his skills was a waste.

Jiang Feng had tried and used 2000 experience points on the control of heat skill to see if his culinary abilities would improve. In the end, the game had instead suggested that as the control of heat was a main skill. It would require time in exchange for proficiency. A day in exchange for 100 Proficiency Points. All practice done during the period of the exchange would not increase the Proficiency Points.

If the business in the shop was good, Jiang Feng would be able to gain more than 100 Proficiency Points for his control of heat every day!

After getting deceived by the game once, Jiang Feng no longer used his experience points easily.

“You’ve added too much vinegar.” Wu Minqi gave him a friendly reminder.

Jiang Feng started, focusing on the task at hand. In the past, his Cucumber Salads had always been made for Chen Xiuxiu. This time, he had subconsciously prepared it according to her taste.

Speaking of Chen Xiuxiu, she was the only one who had remained true to her original thoughts among those who had tasted Jiang Feng’s cooking.

Wang Hao and the others who had tasted the old master’s cooking, would tell him that his dishes were delicious when eating the food Jiang Feng had made, but while they kept saying that, the meager experience points they rewarded him told Jiang Feng of their disdain for his dishes. In addition to the pure glutton Liu Qian, Chen Xiuxiu was the only one who could reward Jiang Feng with two to three experience points with every bite after spending more than a month in Jiang Feng’s house, and mooching off meals there during her summer vacation.

“Ah.” Jiang Feng sighed involuntarily.

“Ding, the game has received feedback from the Player and will be undergoing updates and maintenance soon.”

“Game Updating, Current Update Progress: 0%.”

What feedback, what player feedback?

He had made countless complaints about this shitty game before, this time, he had just grumbled a few sentences about it in his heart, why did it suddenly start updating?

The familiar 0% update speed brought some despair to Jiang Feng.

Expressions of doubt, shock, anger, pain, despair, and disappointment flashed across Jiang Feng’s face, before finally settling back into an expression of calm. After witnessing all this, Wu Minqi took a silent step back and said softly: “I just wanted to remind you… It can’t have been that serious right? ”

“No, I’ve just thought of something else.” Jiang Feng’s hands shook, the vinegar had been overdone again.

…

The decoration of Zephyr Canteen was simple and elegant. It was not like a primary school canteen, it resembled a cafe more. At breakfast, Jiang Feng didn’t get to see the entire place. Upon taking a closer look now, the decoration was more exquisite and high-grade than Healthy Restaurant.

The tables were all for four, with tablecloths on them and cushions on the chairs. Each table was equipped with a little minion trash can. Even the walls were covered with light green wallpaper, the window sill was decorated with small pots of spider ivy, and there was even an aquarium, in which there were several kinds of fish that Jiang Feng couldn’t name. The lid on the aquarium was sealed. It was obvious that the school was worried about the children sharing their lunch with the fishes.

If there was anything unsatisfactory about this place, it would be that the specifications of the tables and chairs were made for primary school students. Jiang Feng didn’t have a place to rest his legs when he sat down.

This inconvenience did not plague Liu Qian and Wu Minqi. At the standard southerner height of 150 centimetres, they adapted to those seats easily.

Meals were served after ordering in Zephyr Primary School, or even ordered and paid with an app beforehand, which caused tears of happiness to roll down the A University students’ cheeks, they had to jostle in the canteen for food every day. There was a special canteen auntie hired for the work of serving the meals. After all, they were more professional.

While Jiang Feng chose the Crucian and Bean Curd Soup, Spicy Chicken, and shredded pork with garlic sauce. Wu Minqi chose Soup with Pepper, Shrimp with Scrambled Egg, and Stir-fried Vegetables. Both of them had chosen each other’s dishes.

As for Liu Qian, she had filled her own pockets and sneaked quite a lot of food to eat in the back kitchen.

Compared with the students’ rich dishes, the parents’ Preserved Vegetable Dumplings and Cucumber Salads could be described as a bittersweet memory and experience.

Vice Principal Huang had even regretted sitting beside a member of the board of the school’s trustees, Mr. Han, a little.

After all, Mr. Han’s identity this time was as a parent?

The students of Zephyr Primary School were either rich or had noble blood. Although everyone had been promoting a healthier diet in recent years, and the scenes of hearty platters of meat on the tables were rare, the parents of the students had not experienced such simple meals, where a drop of oil couldn’t be found, in a long time.

Mr. Han was a middle-aged man in his fifties, he had started amassing his fortune from scratch, and had suffered a lot when he was young. When he was a child, he basically survived off rice bran and vegetables. His only child, who he had in his old age, was the little carrot head who had said in the back that he wanted to have egg custards. He had come to the school this time because he had wanted to taste his son’s cooking.

The parents here, except for a few who had the free time to come and take a look, or those who were really worried about their children, were all parents of the students who had been picked to help out in the kitchen, they had come because they had wanted to try the first dish that their child had cooked.

They even began to wonder what their children had contributed to the Cucumber Salads and Pickled Vegetable Dumplings.

Did they wash the cucumbers or play with the flour?

Did my baby pour this vinegar?

Had this dough been kneaded by my kid?

Some parents with an active imagination had begun to conjure up images of their children’s faces, covered in flour when they were kneading the dough.

With those thoughts, the solid Pickled Vegetable Dumplings without a drop of oil in front of them began to appear round, lovely, and shiny.

If these dumplings had indeed been kneaded by my child, should I keep and collect them?

A parent surnamed Li had begun to think about what box he should use to keep the Pickled Vegetable Dumpling in. After thinking about it, he began to berate the school.

Why didn’t they label every dumpling so that it can be distinguished easily. Better yet, they should write down the names of the person who had made it! The parent surnamed Li expressed that he didn’t wish to collect the dumplings made by other children.

The parent surnamed Li was indeed unhappy.

“Principal Wang, this can’t be the thing that my child is eating during the volunteer activity right? My child has a weak stomach, and will develop indigestion if he eats this!” The aunties in the canteen were still giving out the meals, the parents thought that everyone was having the same thing.

“That’s right, even if you want them to compare their happy lives with the ones in misery, this should not be the way!”

“My child is a picky eater. If he doesn’t eat for a day, how could his body stand it.”

“They can just appreciate what they have spiritually, Mr. Han, don’t you agree?”

“Principal Wang, please say something!”

What could Vice Principal Wang possibly say? He had rushed here at the last minute because he had heard that Mr. Han was coming. He didn’t know anything about the affairs of the back kitchen. He could only laugh and try to appease them: “Well, Mr. Jiang is the one in charge of this specific matter. Dear parents, if you have any opinions, you can…”

The fragrance of the dishes interrupted Vice Principal Wang.

The canteen aunties were pushing the carts out, ready to give out the meals. The parents were on the second floor, and the strong fragrance of the dishes followed the wind, rising up to them.

“Sichuan Boiled Fish…”

“Spicy Chicken…”

“Pork Ribs Soup…”

“This is… Soup with Pepper…”

The parents were guessing the dishes by smell.

“I heard from Mr. Jiang that these vegetable dumplings were originally used to allow the children to appreciate what they have. It’s very thoughtful! First sweet, and then bitter, so there would be an impact. ” Mr. Han praised.

“Yes, yes.” Vice Principal Wang, who knew nothing, could only nod his head.

“I heard that these dishes are mainly made by two volunteer students of A University?” Mr. Han knew more than Vice Principal Wang, “It seems that we have to thank them well later,”

Many parents nodded in agreement as well.

Mr. Han reached for a Pickled Vegetable Dumpling as he spoke.

He took a bite.

He was stunned.

This taste.

It was surprisingly good!