Chapter 35 Bitter Memory
Later in the evening, Comrades Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian came back in high spirits. Just by looking at it, I knew that the negotiation with the owner of the farm was done.
"That pig was amazing. It was fat and strong. It was thin where it should be lean and fat where it should be fat. I remember the two hind legs." Jiang Jiankang obviously couldn't forget the pig he saw today.
Wang Xiulian nodded in agreement: "Yes, send one back to dad to make ham, and chop one into elbows."
As they spoke, the two of them clearly arranged the two legs of a pig.
"Boss Qian is really good at raising pigs!" Jiang Jiankang smacked his tongue and couldn't wait to share today's results. Jiang Feng was cleaning the kitchen, and Ji Yue was the only one outside. Jiang Jiankang caught Ji Yue, opened the photo album on his phone and shared the photos taken today with her.
"Xiao Ji, look at this spotted pig. It looks like it eats well, sleeps well and is active. The meat must be firm and suitable for making stir-fried pork. And this sow, so fat. , and this one, which will be slaughtered tomorrow morning. I ordered its two hind legs, and this one..." Jiang Jiankang kept swiping the screen of his mobile phone to show the pig he was interested in today.
Ji Yue:......
She couldn't see anything except that these were fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered that couldn't tell whether they were happy or sad...
"Okay, okay, what are you looking at? Your son is still cleaning the kitchen and you are still here looking after the pigs, why don't you go and help?" Seeing Jiang Jiankang sitting in the hall fishing, Comrade Wang Xiulian slapped the counter with dissatisfaction. One shake.
Seeing that the turnover was obviously not as good as yesterday, Wang Xiulian couldn't help but raise her voice: "Have you paid off the debt? I owe my second brother so much money and you are still lazy here. You still want your son to pay back the money you owe!"
Jiang Jiankang slipped into the kitchen dejectedly.
Jiang Feng had actually finished cleaning up the kitchen and was making pure meat wontons according to the recipe given by the game.
Although this was destined to be an unpleasant bowl of wontons, Jiang Feng just wanted to taste what it would taste like.
I especially want to know what the most bitter memory of my youth was.
The wontons have been cooked in the pot for ten minutes. Jiang Feng estimated that no matter how thick the skin was, they should be cooked. No, they should be overcooked.
Wang Shitou's cooking skills are really not that bad. If it weren't for the fact that the working people during the Republic of China were short of food and clothing and had little pursuit of taste, Jiang Feng doubted that his wonton stall would not last a week.
"You kid, you're going to cook the wontons. Why don't you fish them out quickly?" As soon as Jiang Jiankang came in, he saw the wontons rolling together with the wonton soup in the pot. He quickly put the colander into the bowl with the skin and flesh separated from the wontons. inside.
Jiang Feng dropped two drops of sesame oil into the bowl.
Jiang Jiankang tried to add a few pieces of seaweed and a handful of shrimps, but Jiang Feng sternly refused.
Jiang Feng was waiting for the wontons to cool down a little.
Jiang Jiankang stared at the wontons in the bowl and swallowed.
Today, in order to negotiate the price with the owner of the farm, he and Wang Xiulian went out early in the morning. From the morning until now, he had eaten three large bowls of shredded pork noodles in more than ten hours, and this was before going out in the morning. The food has been digested long ago.
Although the wontons in the bowl were overcooked, with only two drops of sesame oil dripping on them, and they didn't smell very delicious, they were meat after all.
Jiang Jiankang is a carnivore.
"Son, did you make the wontons today?" Jiang Jiankang asked knowingly.
Jiang Feng nodded: "I followed the tutorial on the Internet to make these. I cooked them all at once."
"Dad, try it for you."
Jiang Jiankang's hand movements were as fast as his speaking speed. As soon as he finished speaking, three wontons went into his mouth.
It tastes terrible!
Jiang Jiankang didn't expect that his son would make such unpalatable wontons.
But the next second, he was no longer in the mood to think about it.
He suddenly remembered when he was twenty years old.
That year, the state-owned hotel where he worked for 6 years closed down.
He worked for Jiang Weiguo in a state-owned hotel since he was a child. He took his place as chef when he was 14. At the age of 19, he married Wang Xiulian, who was a female textile factory worker at the time. Before the age of 20, he thought he would work in a state-owned hotel like his father for the rest of his life. Until my son came to accept it.
What awaited him was layoff and a mere 600 yuan compensation.
Six months later, Wang Xiulian was also laid off.
The couple borrowed money from all their relatives and friends and pooled together tens of thousands of yuan to open a healthy snack.
Jiang Jiankang remembered that business was not good at that time, and he was so worried that he could not sleep all night. In order to save money, Wang Xiulian went to the vegetable market to pick up the stepped-on vegetable leaves that others did not want and brought them back for frying. They sell fried carrots at noon, and they eat fried carrot peels at night.
Because the money she borrowed from her father-in-law, mother-in-law, and uncle has not been repaid, Wang Xiulian did not dare to go back to her parents' home to pay New Year greetings during the New Year.
After thinking about it, Jiang Jiankang squatted on the ground and cried loudly.
"What's wrong, what's wrong, what's going on? Xiaofeng, why did your dad cry all of a sudden?" Wang Xiulian put down her calculator and rushed into the kitchen when she heard the cry, followed closely by Ji Yue.
"Xiulian, Xiulian, I'm sorry for you. It's all useless to me, making you suffer and suffer with me!" Jiang Jiankang hugged Wang Xiulian and cried loudly.
Wang Xiulian was hugged by him with a confused look on her face.
"What happened to your dad?"
Wang Xiulian even wondered if she was complaining to him every day about the money the family owed her second brother but had not paid back, which caused Jiang Jiankang to feel so stressed that he suddenly collapsed.
"Dad, he took a bite of wontons." Jiang Feng was also a little dull.
Comrade Jiang Jiankang's most bitter memory when he was young must have been so bitter that he could cry like this!
"Wontons?" Wang Xiulian looked at the wontons on the table, obviously wondering how she could end up eating like this after just one bite of wontons.
"Jiankang, I just talk nonsense as usual. Don't take it to heart. If I don't suffer or feel wronged, stop crying. Stop crying and be good." Wang Xiulian patted Jiang Jiankang on the back like a child.
After coaxing and coaxing, Wang Xiulian also felt a little thirsty.
Picking up the bowl on the table, Wang Xiulian took a big sip of wonton soup. Because the wontons were overcooked, she also drank a piece of wonton wrapper.
Who made the wontons? They taste so bad!
Wang Xiulian opened her eyes wide, and the next second, her eyes were filled with tears.
The couple hugged each other and cried together.
Jiang Feng and Ji Yue were completely stunned.
Jiang Feng picked up the wontons on the table and silently poured them into the swill bucket.
Woe, woe!
"Senior, please go back first. I...I'll talk to my parents."
"Ah, okay, oh." Ji Yue replied blankly, and after a while she realized that she could get off work.
After Ji Yue left, Jiang Feng tried his best to calm down Comrade Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian.
The next day, the two men agreed on their explanations of the night before. The wontons were so unpalatable that I cried!
(End of chapter)