The Game of Life-Chapter 800 - 799 8997 Points

Chapter 800: Chapter 799: 8997 Points

Chapter 800 -799: 8997 Points

What Jiang Feng didn’t expect was that before he could improve the flavor of the pure meat wontons, their reputation had already been enhanced.

At noon, 319 servings were sold, receiving 78 bad reviews, and in the evening, 672 servings were sold with only 117 bad reviews. Although there were more bad reviews in the evening, the ratio had noticeably decreased.

Sun Maochai suggested Jiang Feng cook the wontons a bit longer, even if they turned into a meat and skin soup, but Jiang Feng felt that what he was selling were, after all, wontons. He wanted to give the wontons one last pursuit and dignity, at least let them look like wontons rather than meat and skin soup. He never followed Sun Maochai’s advice and kept the original method.

He had prepared himself for a significant increase in bad reviews in the coming days, as guests discovered that the pure meat wontons they ordered were not what they wanted. Taifeng Building would turn into what he once hated most, living up to the image of Eight-treasure House.

But that didn’t happen, quite the opposite, in fact.

The good reviews did not increase, and the good review rate remained below fifty percent of sales, but the bad reviews declined sharply. From the many bills that neither received good nor bad reviews, Jiang Feng could see that the mood of most guests was extremely complex.

On Wednesday, Jiang Feng sold a total of 1241 servings of wontons, receiving 274 bad reviews.

On Thursday, Jiang Feng sold a total of 1093 servings of wontons, receiving 138 bad reviews.

On Friday, Jiang Feng sold a total of 891 servings of wontons, receiving 64 bad reviews.

On Saturday, Jiang Feng sold a total of 996 servings of wontons, receiving 37 bad reviews.

Clearly, starting from Thursday, Jiang Feng’s rate of bad reviews had been continuously dropping, unscientifically, unbelievably, and bafflingly so. It was even worth creating a graph to study and analyze why such an odd fluctuation was occurring.

If there weren’t chefs in the back kitchen of Taifeng Building who hadn’t studied data analysis, Jiang Feng might have let them do it.

In one’s lifetime, it’s necessary to do one or two things that are relevant to one’s profession.

This unscientific rate of bad reviews directly led to Jiang Feng not reacting much when the program team informed him on Saturday night that Taifeng Building’s current score was 8997.

Is 8997 points anything to be surprised about?

Isn’t it just first place? Wasn’t it normal for Jiang Feng, with his pure meat wontons, to take the top spot?

He was, after all, a person who had sold 1241 servings of wontons in a single day, although also receiving 274 bad reviews, setting a new record for the highest number of bad reviews received in a day.

Jiang Feng was researching, and Wu Minqi was also researching; however, Jiang Feng was studying why the bad review rate of his pure meat wontons kept dropping, while Wu Minqi was researching which restaurant Taifeng Building should exchange with in the next two weeks for a better advantage. For this, Wu Minqi even made a spreadsheet, analyzing the leading styles of the cuisines of various restaurants, chef skills, and even if they didn’t get one of the Beijing restaurants, where to stay for work convenience had already been researched.

Neither of them was concerned about the test tomorrow, which was still unknown.

There really was no need to worry—with a management score of 8997, no matter what the test was tomorrow, even if Taifeng Building received the lowest score, the weekly ranking would definitely be in the top two.

But if the production team notified them, they still needed to pay attention.

For instance, Wu Minqi did pay attention.

“Hey, Fengfeng, the production team just sent a notification,” Wu Minqi, still holding pen and paper, read out loud knowing Jiang Feng hadn’t seen it yet.

“This week’s test will be an indoor test. All contestants must arrive at their respective restaurants by three o’clock tomorrow afternoon. At that time, staff will announce the contents of the test and accompany the contestants to complete it. This test will be fair and transparent, and the scores and rankings of all restaurants for this week will be announced after the completion of all tests. Please make sure all contestants arrive on time at the restaurants, and do not be late.”

“They didn’t specify what the test is, but since it’s only at three o’clock tomorrow afternoon, it probably won’t be too exhausting,” Wu Minqi considered the test more in terms of whether it would be tiring than whether it could turn the tables.

Wu Minqi was still looking at her phone, rereading the notification from the production team. After finishing, she noticed that Jiang Feng hadn’t responded to her. Turning her head, she saw Jiang Feng also looking at his phone, but obviously, he wasn’t reading the notification from the production team because he was frantically typing out messages.

“Fengfeng, Fengfeng, did you hear what I just said?” Wu Minqi asked loudly.

“Huh?” Jiang Feng suddenly looked up.

“The production team sent a notification, go check it yourself. What were you looking at just now? I said so much, and you didn’t hear a word,” Wu Minqi said helplessly.

“I had asked Ji Yue a few days ago to investigate why the bad review rate of the pure meat wontons was dropping, and Ji Yue has already found out something,” Jiang Feng explained.

Although Ji Yue was also a bona fide art student, theoretically involved in art, her closest brush with art came a couple of years ago when she was too poor to afford meals, which ironically brought her very close to art. Despite this, as the only art student in Taifeng Building, Jiang Feng still entrusted this glorious and arduous task to Ji Yue, asking her to use her non-existent connections to find out what exactly had happened in the circle of pure meat dumplings and why their poor reviews had suddenly skyrocketed.

After several days of inquiries from various sources, Ji Yue finally had some clues.

It was all because of that guy who found inspiration one Tuesday noon while eating uninspiring dumplings.

In fact, he was no longer a student at the art academy, having graduated a couple of years ago. Thanks to his wealthy family, he had opened his own gallery and was quite talented. His teacher was a powerhouse in the industry, and he was considered a fairly well-known young painter.

He really had found inspiration while eating.

This time, his theme was melancholy, not for a competition but for his teacher’s 60th birthday. Although it might seem somewhat inappropriate to give a painting themed ‘melancholy’ for a 60th birthday, it was still normal for an artist to explore such emotions.

He had spent nearly half a year preparing for this painting, creating countless drafts but feeling that something was slightly off each time. During these six months, he practically camped out in Taifeng Building every day. With his extraordinary speed, he snapped up countless orders of pure meat dumplings, shed countless tears, but still couldn’t pinpoint the inspiration he sought.

Actually, this was quite a normal occurrence. Though pure meat dumplings were mythologized in the art circle, with “Destruction” penned by an unknown art school student and the hottest painter and international art award winner Xue Shaoheng endorsing them, those who could derive inspiration from dumplings were still very rare.

Among them, many inspirations were false, just him thinking he had found it when he actually hadn’t, except he just happened to have created a painting that seemed particularly inspired.

After attempts involving listening to music, traveling, and eating dumplings had all failed, the young painter had grown rather desperate, feeling he should have painted ‘despair’ instead of ‘melancholy’.

But, as luck would have it, a perfectly timed bowl of dumplings gave the man sitting next to him an inspiration that was hard to tell if it was real or fake. Six bowls that couldn’t make him cry revealed the true essence of melancholy to him at last.

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He had misunderstood.

Although the painting wasn’t completed yet, the drafts alone had already earned high praise from his teacher, who acclaimed his work as highly spirited.

This was the reason why the bad review rate of Jiang Feng’s pure meat dumplings had plummeted so quickly.

Great artists always excel at finding flaws in themselves rather than in others.

Two kinds of dumplings, both unappetizing, one makes you cry, the other doesn’t. But whether they bring tears or not, there’s always someone who can find inspiration in them. Why can’t you? It certainly isn’t the dumplings’ fault; it must be your own.

The case was solved, and even Jiang Feng was dumbfounded.

He himself was somewhat confused now. Could dumplings really…

Truly provide inspiration?

“Fengfeng, what are you thinking about?” Wu Minqi had also finished reading the message from Ji Yue. To her, it seemed just like a perfectly timed coincidence, just like that previous art school student.

“Qiqi, technically speaking, our competition ends this week, and the unlimited offers should be canceled,” said Jiang Feng.

“Yeah,” Wu Minqi nodded. “Wasn’t that the plan from the beginning? Besides, sales of other dishes are poor too, and the customers think the sweet and sour yam is just too expensive.”

“But what if a customer strongly requests the five-dollar dumplings?”

Jiang Feng certainly did not want people to remember his name and think: Oh, isn’t that the Master Jiang Feng whose dishes are tasty? But rather, Oh, isn’t that the Master Jiang Feng whose dumplings taste awful?

For pure meat dumplings, Jiang Feng thought thirty servings a day to satisfy those pursuing art and art students would be enough. If it really became the best-selling dish in Taifeng Building, not to mention him, Taifeng Building itself wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Wu Minqi was also stumped by this problem and after thinking it over said, “Let’s see how it goes. Anyway, we won’t be in the shop for the next two weeks, and if we advance, we’ve got to prepare for the semifinals and finals. That means about a month where we can’t operate as usual. We’ll see then.”

“Did you see the announcement from the show’s crew? Go check it out. Master Sun and Sun Jikai are definitely going to discuss it in the group. I’m going to take a shower now, you better hurry up and read it,” she added.

“Alright,” Jiang Feng nodded and opened the updated episode of the Good Taste Sino-American Chef Competition reality show that had been released on Wednesday.

Ah, he had been too busy lately to watch any shows. It was time to watch some reality TV and relax a bit.