The Game of Life-Chapter 866 - 865 Waiting for You
Chapter 866: Chapter 865 Waiting for You
Chapter 866 -865 Waiting for You
After Jiang’s Sea Cucumber Soup was taken out of the pot, the final practice session concluded. It was still early, and they finished the entire process in less than twelve hours, well before dinner time.
Wu Minqi didn’t go back with the three of them. She had to go to the airport to pick up Wu Hanxue and Mrs. Wu. Old Sir Wu didn’t come because he didn’t want to make the long journey and chose to watch the live broadcast on the internet instead. Although Old Sir Wu didn’t make it, Wu Minqi’s eldest cousin, Wu Jialiang, came as a family representative.
Jiang Feng guessed that among the numerous relatives of the Wu family, only Wu Jialiang accompanied Wu Minqi’s parents probably because his job was the most flexible—he could open the bar even if the boss wasn’t there.
Since Wu Minqi had to pick someone up, naturally she would take a taxi. Jiang Feng felt a bit uneasy about this as, after all these years, the title of expert at airport pick-ups had always been his. Suddenly, Wu Minqi had taken over this stable task, and he was somewhat uncomfortable with that.
“Qiqi, are you sure you don’t need me to accompany you? It’s Wu Auntie’s and Mr. Wu’s first time in Beiping, wouldn’t it be a bit rude if I don’t pick them up?” Jiang Feng repeatedly confirmed before getting on the car.
“It’s okay, I’ve already talked to my parents about it. I’m staying in a hotel with them tonight and won’t be coming back home. You should go back early to rest, as we have to get up early tomorrow to make it to the competition site. Tomorrow’s competition relies on you as the main player, I’m just an assistant helping out, your rest is most important, and my parents understand,” Wu Minqi said with a smile, gesturing for Jiang Feng to hurry onto the car.
Jiang Feng had no choice but to take the car home.
As soon as he got on the car, Sun Jikai began to gossip curiously, “Jiang Feng, have you met Wu Minqi’s parents before?”
“Of course, I’ve met them. I visited their house before last year’s Chinese New Year. And didn’t Wu Minqi’s parents come to the Good Taste cooking contest before? They arrived before the semifinals, didn’t you know?” Jiang Feng found it strange and, after thinking a moment, suddenly realized, “Oh, I forgot, you were eliminated in the quarterfinals.”
“Hey, did you make it to the quarter-finals?”
Sun Jikai: …
Are you cursing me again?!
With a few words, Jiang Feng successfully killed the conversation, and there was silence the entire way.
It was only when they reached the entrance of the residential complex and Sun Maochai was going to the underground parking lot that he let Jiang Feng and Sun Jikai get off first. On the way back, Sun Maochai finally spoke up, “You two should go to bed early tonight. Tomorrow, we definitely need to get up early; we probably have to wake up before six o’clock. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you at 6:10. Play with your phones less tonight, it won’t hurt. Don’t be late tomorrow.”
“Also Jiang Feng, send me that detailed step-by-step WeChat message again. I don’t remember where I put the steps you wrote down for me before.”
“Okay,” Jiang Feng nodded, “I’ll send it to you when I get home.”
Jiang Feng and Sun Jikai walked towards their building together. Sun Jikai said he wanted to go to the first floor to see his father, so he didn’t take the elevator with Jiang Feng. As they were about to separate at the entrance to the stairwell, with Jiang Feng waiting for the elevator, Sun Jikai suddenly asked out of the blue.
“Jiang Feng, do you think we can win tomorrow?”
“Of course,” Jiang Feng was a bit puzzled, as it had always been Mr. Sun who was full of confidence before. Why had he suddenly lost faith, “Weren’t you thinking all afternoon that we were sure to win tomorrow? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?”
“No reason, just asking,” Sun Jikai chuckled, “I told my dad that if we win tomorrow, he has to go to work in the restaurant the day after tomorrow, and he agreed.”
“We absolutely have to win.” Although the last sentence was spoken very softly, Jiang Feng still heard it clearly.
“Definitely,” Jiang Feng said confidently with a smile. As the elevator arrived, he stepped in, leaving Sun Jikai behind with a confident silhouette.
Me, lose? That’s a joke. I’m the main character.
The kind with a golden touch—how could I possibly lose?
A night of sweet dreams.
The next morning, when Jiang Feng was awakened by the third alarm, he realized it was already six o’clock. He rushed to get dressed and wash up in five minutes. Not seeing Wu Minqi in the living room, he thought she had not gotten up and went to her room to call her, only then remembering that Wu Minqi hadn’t come back the previous night as she stayed at the hotel with Mrs. Wu.
When he went downstairs, it was exactly 6:10.
Sun Maochai had already driven the car out of the garage.
As soon as he got in the car, Sun Jikai pointed at Jiang Feng’s hair and reminded him, “Didn’t you comb your hair? It looks a little messy.”
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Jiang Feng’s current hairstyle was none other than his signature bird’s nest mess.
“No problem,” Jiang Feng was texting Wu Minqi to ask if she was up yet, “after all, the stylist will take care of it at the competition venue.”
Sun Jikai: ?
It was still Sun Maochai driving, and having driven to the competition venue back and forth several times, he knew the way well. Plus, with fewer cars on the road early in the morning, they arrived at the site twenty minutes ahead of schedule, reaching there before eight o’clock, even before Wu Minqi, who stayed at a nearby hotel.
Although they arrived early, some people were even earlier, such as Chef Arno, Han Guishan and his family, and most of the staff on site.
Before eight o’clock, the staff had already started bustling about.
Chef Arno was already dressed in the show’s provided chef’s uniform, which, while well-fitted, was really not good-looking, mainly because of the ugly logo. The logo of “Good Taste Sino-American Chef Showdown” was in both languages, with English above and Chinese below, so ugly it made Jiang Feng wonder if Han Guishan had designed it himself.
Chef Arno, wearing the ugly chef’s uniform and sitting on a bench with an expressionless face, seemed to exude an air that was part mob-boss like.
As soon as Jiang Feng and his companions arrived, the costume designer pulled them to try on uniforms, and after everyone changed into their matching ugly chef’s uniforms, they were brought over to wait with Chef Arno for makeup.
There were only three makeup artists, which meant that someone had to wait for the next round, and that person was Jiang Feng.
What was more unfortunate was that he was scheduled right after Chef Arno.
For the entire week, it meant he had to sit behind Chef Arno.
Although Chef Arno got up early and arrived early, he appeared energetic and ready for battle, his fierce and rugged face screaming “I am the boss,” his tall figure and muscular arms impossible to conceal even in the loose-fitting chef’s uniform, showing the posture of a victor.
Behind him, Jiang Feng, with his unruly bird’s nest hair, wore a well-fitted but still overly large chef’s uniform, looking dispirited as he bowed his head and texted Wu Minqi to ask about her estimated time of arrival, asking her to buy him some steamed buns on the way because he couldn’t believe the show didn’t provide breakfast.
In comparison, Jiang Feng seemed to have lost a lot in terms of presence.
“I heard you helped out with a Swallow-wing Feast at Yonghe House a couple of days ago,” Chef Arno suddenly spoke up.
Jiang Feng was startled, thinking that Chef Arno was quite well-informed about such matters; Lu Sheng certainly wasn’t the kind of head chef who went around bragging about helping him host a Swallow-wing Feast.
“Didn’t think you’d be so well-informed.”
“Hmph,” Chef Arno snorted with disdain, his face practically saying you thought you could keep such a trivial matter from me.
“You don’t seriously think you can beat me with things like abalone, sea cucumber, shark’s fin, and bird’s nest, do you?”
Jiang Feng: ???
What’s wrong with abalone, shark’s fin, bird’s nest, and sea cucumber? Do you know how expensive these inconsequential things are?
Thinking about it, Chef Arno’s command of Chinese has really improved, even managing to use phrases like ‘inconsequential.’
Jiang Feng’s thoughts wandered far away, even forgetting to answer Chef Arno’s previous remark.
When Chef Arno waited two or three minutes for an answer without any response, seeing Jiang Feng zoning out: ???
Looking down on me???
You just wait!
Shit!
