Chapter 10 It smells so good
Early the next morning, Jiang Feng cooked porridge for Chen Xiuxiu in the kitchen as usual.
With basic skills in making porridge, making a simple pot of barley porridge becomes very easy.
There is only one ingredient: barley, so there is no need to weigh it. Just grab a handful and his intuition will tell Jiang Feng how much rice to use with how much barley. Jiang Feng, who once disliked the game for being stingy, now keeps talking about how delicious it is.
So delicious!
Seeing the porridge in the pot beginning to roll and become thick, Jiang Feng began to stir.
When the door opened, he didn't pay attention. It was probably Comrade Wang Xiulian who came back to get something.
"Making porridge?" An old, serious and very familiar voice came from behind.
As soon as Jiang Feng turned around, Mr. Jiang Weiguo was standing behind him.
"Grandpa...Grandpa!"
Jiang Weiguo snatched the large spoon from Jiang Feng's hand, looked closely into the pot, and cursed: "What are you cooking? Pig food?"
Jiang Feng could only laugh on the sidelines.
Jiang Weiguo skillfully turned down the heat while stirring the porridge in the pot evenly: "I can't even adjust the heat well. Look at this porridge. It's thickened by you! I can't even stir it. How did that little brat Jiang Jiankang teach you?" ?”
The old man of the Jiang family got angry, and Jiang Feng could only stand by and listen.
After a while, the porridge came out of the pot.
【A bowl of delicious barley porridge】
Mr. Jiang Weiguo only saved this pot of porridge for ten minutes and turned it into a bowl of porridge that tasted good. Jiang Feng could not help but sigh while blowing on the bowl and drinking the porridge.
The gap between cooks and cooks can really be wider than the gap between humans and pigs.
Just thinking that the pigs raised by Mr. Jiang Weiguo could eat pig food cooked by him every day made Jiang Feng extremely jealous.
Jiang Feng filled two bowls of porridge and sent them to the next door.
"Two bowls?" Chen Xiuxiu, who had made up her mind to drink porridge for the last day, looked at the two bowls of porridge in front of her in surprise.
"My grandpa is here. He helped control the heat of this porridge. Let Uncle Chen have a taste. By the way, is Uncle Chen here?" Jiang Feng asked.
"My dad is sleeping." Because Mr. Jiang Weiguo has been in the countryside for more than ten years, Chen Xiuxiu has never been lucky enough to taste his cooking.
Jiang Feng didn't stay long. He needed to know why the old man came here so suddenly and without saying a word.
Something happened in the countryside, right?
"Grandpa, why didn't you say hello when you came, so I could pick you up at the station!" Jiang Feng went back and saw the old man inspecting the kitchen.
"I'm in good health. What should I do?" Jiang Weiguo looked at the kitchen utensils and opened the refrigerator to check the ingredients. "This pork looks like hormone meat, so throw it away."
Jiang Feng quickly obeyed the old man's instructions and threw away the meat.
"I've also seen the porridge you just cooked. It's much better than your previous cooking skills that didn't even eat pigs. Let's fall in love." Mr. Jiang Weiguo said.
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
"When your uncle was a little brat, asking him to learn how to cook was like killing him. Once he fell in love with your aunt, he would go to the kitchen every day to please her."
Jiang Feng felt that the old man was recalling the past now to elicit what he would say later.
"I dreamed about your grandpa last night. In the dream, he scolded me for interrupting the inheritance of Jiangjia cuisine, and for giving birth to five unworthy descendants, each of whom could carry forward Jiangjia cuisine." Jiang Weiguo sighed, "Your father will be like this in his life. He can only be a good cook. None of your cousins have any talent in cooking. Your two cousins look quite strong. Can’t even lift a spoon.”
"I've been thinking about it all night. Among the juniors, you are the only one who still has some talent." Jiang Weiguo looked at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng:! ! !
Jiang Feng knew what the old man was thinking.
The children of the Jiang family had to be sent to the old man to learn cooking every time they were on vacation. The old man thought he was small, thin and weak, so he was forced to hang on a sandbag for more than a year.
No matter whether you practice in the summer or practice in the winter, it is light.
It took him six years to practice knife skills alone. The potatoes, cucumbers, radishes, tofu and other things he cut were all used to feed the pigs.
Jiang Feng only started to get into trouble when he was in the second grade of junior high school.
I had only been cooking for a year, and I didn't even know how to cook. I didn't learn much about cooking methods, cooking methods, side dishes, etc. Then I started preparing for the high school entrance examination in the third year of junior high school.
Later, I lived on campus in high school and was busy with my studies. I was idle for four years. After that, I never went to the old man to learn cooking again.
Jiang Feng's three cousins also came here in this way, but Jiang Feng hadn't had enough time to learn cooking, and he was driven back by the old man before he even finished practicing his knife skills.
Thinking about the six years I spent learning knife skills brings me to tears.
Sometimes I actually cut cucumbers in my dreams.
Sure enough, what are you afraid of?
"Didn't your dad go to your school to open a new store? You won't be able to find a job with that shitty photoelectric information you learned. From now on, you will inherit your dad's store and carry forward our Jiang family cuisine." Old Comrade Jiang Weiguo He and Jiang Jiankang are indeed father and son, but they just like to dream.
"From today on, you will learn to cook from me!"
"Huh?!" Jiang Feng seemed to see himself cutting pig food every day a few years ago, "Grandpa, I usually have to go to class!"
"Winter and summer vacations! After graduating from college, I will practice for more than ten years. They say hard work can make up for weakness. Your grandfather and I are in good health. It will not be a problem to teach you for more than ten years!" Jiang Weiguo was full of ambition.
Jiang Feng:...
Okay grandpa, no problem grandpa, everything you said is right grandpa.
What does that sentence say? Elders always like to force their unfulfilled dreams on their children.
To revive such a great ideal as Jiangjiacai, let’s leave it to our future children to realize!
Baby, Dad is optimistic about you!
The arrival of Mr. Jiang Weiguo caused a sensation in the entire Jiang family.
Jiang Jiankang's store was also closed. After receiving Jiang Weiguo's instructions, he went to the farmer's market to buy vegetables. His second uncle Jiang Jiandang and his second aunt Li Mingli also came after hearing the news. Even Jiang Feng's second cousin Jiang Shoucheng (the second uncle's child) also came I bought the nearest high-speed rail ticket and rushed back.
During lunch time, four tall, fat men gathered around the door of Jiang's kitchen, smelling the smell and drooling.
"Third brother, you are so lucky!" Jiang Jiandang sighed.
"I didn't expect that Xiaofeng could still have such a good fortune." Jiang Jiankang sighed, "Last night I just thought that Xiaofeng has some talent in cooking, so our dad came."
"Our father's cooking skills have improved again." Jiang Jiandang recalled the happy time when he was a child when he could eat the dishes cooked by the old man just by smelling the smell. "This pot of pork is much more delicious than last year's New Year. ”
"Why don't you come in to help, you two little bastards, do you want to tire me to death?" Jiang Weiguo became angry when he saw his two sons whose cooking skills were not as good as his own, "When your great-grandfather was here, you could cook cabbage." Stir-fry the grass jelly flavor! ”
Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang hurriedly went into the kitchen to chop and wash vegetables, completely blocking the originally large kitchen.
At twelve o'clock, the table was filled with eight delicious dishes and one soup.
Sitting among the five fat men, Jiang Feng felt that he was out of tune with the Jiang family.
That's right.
It’s like celebrating the New Year!
Sixi meatballs, nine-turn large intestine, pot-wrapped pork, sour shredded potatoes, jar meat, double crispy fried in oil, first-grade tofu, stir-fried water spinach and a West Lake beef soup, this is not a treat even during the Chinese New Year!
Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli have been married to the Jiang family for so many years, and have seen this posture before.
"Eating, what are you doing standing around?" Jiang Weiguo didn't like to see them acting like they had never seen the world.
"Eat, eat!" Everyone echoed.
"By the way, Xiaofeng, go and call Xiuxiu and your Uncle Chen over to eat together." Jiang Jiankang suddenly remembered and turned to explain to Jiang Weiguo, "They are our old neighbors. You should remember Chen Duxiu, right?" br>
Jiang Weiguo nodded: "That boy always came to our house to eat vegetables when he was a child."
Jiang Feng went next door, and Chen Duxiu happened to be at home.
"Uncle Chen, my grandfather made a table of dishes, and my dad asked me to come over and invite you to eat together." Jiang Feng said.
"Uncle Jiang is here?" Chen Duxiu suddenly became excited and walked quickly out the door, like an old lady grabbing discounted goods in the supermarket, "Xiuxiu, hurry up and go to your Uncle Jiang's house. If you are late, you won't be able to eat! ”
Jiang Feng looked at the two clean empty bowls on the table and looked at Chen Xiuxiu with some confusion: "Didn't you tell Uncle Chen that the porridge in the morning was made by my grandfather?"
Chen Xiuxiu:......
He slightly turned his head away from looking at Jiang Feng: "I forgot."
Jiang Feng said that Chen Xiuxiu had just entered the door and before she reached the table, she heard the old man say: "Xiao Feng, your girlfriend is a bit thin!"
"Look at your second aunt, she is looking for a wife who is so lucky!"
Li Mingli raised her head proudly.
In terms of weight and tonnage, Wang Xiulian is still a little worse than Li Mingli.
"Yes, yes, Uncle Jiang said that." Chen Duxiu ate the meat from the jar with great joy, "Xiuxiu, girls just need to be fatter to look good. Come on, come on, eat the meat quickly." br>
There are two more sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Chen Xiuxiu looked at the table of meat and felt her saliva secreting rapidly.
OK...
It smells so good! (End of chapter)