Chapter 3 Shooting Cucumbers
After discovering a way to gain experience points, Jiang Feng began to be a little anxious about the position of chef.
However, the kitchen is Comrade Jiang Jiankang's territory. He is the king of the kitchen. From paring knives, boning knives, and fruit knives to large iron pots, chopping boards, and gas stoves, they are all his subjects. The possibility of Jiang Feng plotting rebellion under his nose is almost zero.
It took a whole day before Jiang Feng found an opportunity to go to the kitchen and cook a bowl of seaweed and egg soup. This is when Comrade Jiang Jiankang is very busy, otherwise Jiang Feng won't even get the blame.
At ten o'clock in the evening, when the store closed, Comrades Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian packed up the kitchen and sent Jiang Feng home early as usual.
Before leaving, Jiang Feng took two cucumbers from the kitchen.
A plate of well-behaved cucumbers, this adjective is a bit too mediocre. Jiang Feng felt that since he had been patting cucumbers for Chen Xiuxiu since he was a child and had been practicing this dish for decades, his evaluation must at least be that it was perfect in color, flavor and flavor, and that it was one of a kind.
The cucumbers Chen Xiuxiu once ate were enough to wipe out the cucumber family in an orchard.
Back home, Jiang Feng stood in the kitchen and carefully looked at the two cucumbers he had received from Wang Xiulian.
One is fat and the other is thin, one is tall and the other is short, the surface is rough, and the yellow-green skin has numerous scars from Comrade Wang Xiulian's violent cleaning.
How to take pictures of cucumbers?
Jiang Feng, who had smashed countless cucumbers and had seen everything from fat to thin, fell into confusion.
How else can you take pictures of cucumbers? Do you want to be like a martial arts novel, sinking your energy into your Dantian, using your true energy to explore the internal structure of a cucumber, then take out the legendary kitchen knife, use a little skill, and rotate the back of the knife while shooting...
Forget it, he can't make it up anymore.
Take out the kitchen knife, put the cucumber on the cutting board, and slap it.
There is no refreshing fragrance, no attractive color, and no glow.
A cucumber is still a cucumber, just smashed into pieces.
Pour vinegar, drop chili oil, pat cucumbers on two plates and it's done.
The vinegar was brewed by Comrade Jiang Weiguo himself, and the chili oil was made by Comrade Jiang Jiankang.
【An ordinary cucumber shot】
【Putting too much vinegar in one serving of cucumber】
Jiang Feng:...
Although I don’t know why I can see the notes at home, these two notes are obviously very unpleasant.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Feng knocked on the door next door with a plate of cucumbers filled with too much vinegar.
Five minutes ago, Comrade Wang Xiulian, who came back from cleaning up the kitchen, strongly condemned Jiang Feng for wasting food by photographing cucumbers so late at night. She finished the plate of mediocre cucumbers with discernment and ordered Jiang Feng to put the other one in. The plate was sent next door for Chen Xiuxiu to eat.
"Isn't that kid Xiuxiu's favorite cucumbers the most? When you were a kid, you made those cucumbers so jealous that she ate them all!"
Jiang Feng suspected that Comrade Wang Xiulian's loud voice could be heard clearly by Chen Xiuxiu next door.
When Chen Xiuxiu opened the door, she was obviously stunned when she saw Jiang Feng holding a plate of cucumbers.
"Would you like to eat?" This sentence had appeared in countless conversations between them.
"Eat." Chen Xiuxiu said subconsciously.
Chen Duxiu was not at home, but this was a common occurrence. Ever since Jiang Feng could remember, he had been on business trips every three days.
Jiang Feng patted the cucumbers and put them on the dining table. There was a bowl of cold porridge in the fly-proof cover on the table, without side dishes.
Moreover, it was a bowl that looked very bad. It looked like mushy porridge, and there seemed to be some burnt porridge.
Jiang Feng frowned and asked, "You didn't have dinner?"
"I can't eat it." Chen Xiuxiu looked disgusted.
Seeing her look like this, Jiang Feng walked straight into the kitchen without saying anything.
Compared with Jiang's kitchen, which is comparable to a hotel kitchen, Chen Xiuxiu's kitchen is much simpler. Two kitchen knives, the chopping board were cracked by moisture, a pot, a salt shaker, a small pot of oil, but no other seasonings could be found.
"You want to cook?" Chen Xiuxiu did not stop him and smiled sarcastically, "I have nothing at home, only a pot, a bag of rice, and meal replacement powder."
Sure enough, when I opened the refrigerator, it was empty except for beer.
"Oh, yes, there is also the old man's beer." Chen Xiuxiu looked at him, "All your ingredients should be in the store. I'm going to eat, so just heat up this bowl of porridge."
This sentence coming out of Chen Xiuxiu's mouth was enough to shock all the stall owners who had been patronized by her.
With the mouth that Chen Xiuxiu had been fed by Comrade Jiang Jiankang since she was a child, how could she eat a bowl of sticky and burnt porridge?
"I'll cook some white porridge for you." Jiang Feng also knew that cooking was impossible, so he turned his attention to the only edible rice in the kitchen.
Chen Xiuxiu sat on the chair and quietly watched Jiang Feng cooking porridge.
The Jiang family doesn't like to drink porridge, and if they want to drink it, they won't drink plain porridge. At least it must be shrimp porridge or beef porridge, which can make people feel the wonderful taste of meat. It is impossible for tasteless white porridge to appear on the Jiang family's dinner table.
The key to making porridge is to grasp the ratio of rice to water, grasp the timing of changing the heat, and stir evenly to make the rice grains full and crispy.
Of course, Jiang Feng couldn't do these things.
He could only cook a bowl of tasteless white porridge that was drinkable but not fatal.
"We haven't seen each other for a long time, right?" Chen Xiuxiu said suddenly.
"Well, almost a year. We haven't seen each other since you went to college." Jiang Feng thought about it carefully.
"You almost didn't recognize me when you saw me at noon today. I turned out to be fat...not human-shaped, like a meat ball." Chen Xiuxiu said and glanced at her arm.
"It turns out you're not fat at all." Jiang Feng said while stirring the pot, "It's just that in the eyes of my parents, you're not fat at all."
The Jiang family's definition of fat is that anyone weighing less than 200 pounds is not considered fat, only strong.
Chen Xiuxiu burst into laughter: "Yes, you are the only one who doesn't treat me as a fat man."
"Dieting to lose weight harms the body, that's what you said." Jiang Feng said.
When she was in high school, every time Chen Xiuxiu went to Jiang Feng's shop for dinner after school, she would always eat meat and say with a smile: "I also know that eating too much meat will make you gain weight, but my appetite is so big. Dieting to lose weight will hurt the body." ! ”
"I know."
"I also wanted to exercise to lose weight at first, but it was really difficult. You can't imagine how difficult it is for a 170-pound fat man to run around the track and field. Dieting is so simple. You just need to buy emetics and lose weight while vomiting. .”
"I no longer have to go to a specific clothing store to buy clothes, and no one looks at me weirdly when I walk on the street. I don't even need vomiting medicine anymore. I will naturally feel like vomiting when I see something greasy and fishy. How wonderful." br>
Jiang Feng had no way to express his opinion. The Jiang family had never been short of fat people, and every one of them was a fat man who could beat ten men. No one would gossip without opening his eyes, and no one would look at him with weird eyes on the street. , mostly watching the arrogant-looking man in front of him hide away.
Jiang Feng could only cook porridge silently.
Soon, a pot of plain porridge was ready.
【A bowl of delicious white porridge】
This is the highest praise the game can give to Jiang Feng's current cooking.
Bringing the porridge to Chen Xiuxiu, Chen Xiuxiu's face was full of rejection.
She didn't want to eat anything and she was willing to never eat anything again.
But she couldn't refuse Jiang Feng's kindness.
The white porridge was still steaming. Chen Xiuxiu picked up the chopsticks and picked up the smallest piece of cucumber.
"Gada."
"Ding, get 10 experience points."
"It's delicious." Chen Xiuxiu whispered.
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
If he remembered correctly, there must have been too much cucumber vinegar! (End of chapter)