Chapter 37 Special Era (2)
Because of the fire, Jiang Huiqin's originally stiff and slow movements moved a little faster, still huddled like a squirrel, and counted the treasures taken out of the garbage pile over and over again, counting seven or eight back and forth. After a while, I slowly got up with satisfaction.
"Yesterday they took away those two pieces of good wood and were so complacent. They are a bunch of fools. I deliberately placed them there for them. You can't even see the good things in front of them." Jiang Huiqin put the white fungus into the pot and took it. Carrying a clay pot, she trudged over the mountain of rubbish, moving as slowly as an old lady.
"What's wrong with your waist?" Li Ming noticed something was wrong with her and asked anxiously, "Did they push you this morning and hurt you?"
"I'm not an old lady, how could I be injured by a push? I dropped it last night when I sneaked out to climb a tree and touch bird eggs. Otherwise, how did you think those 6 eggs came from? Did they fall from the sky?" Jiang Huiqin said. Not caring, he rubbed his waist with his right hand, "Just lie down more and it'll be fine."
"Don't talk. I'm not fully recovered yet. Why do you care about me? I pulled the quilt so that my feet weren't even covered."
Jiang Huiqin walked to a pile of damp rotten wood, kicked them apart, fiddled with them a few times, and pulled out a few sticks.
There were several extremely plump mushrooms growing on those logs. After picking a few big ones, Jiang Huiqin hid them in a clay pot and walked out of the shed.
Not long after, Jiang Huiqin came back with a clay pot filled with water, washed mushrooms and white fungus.
Due to being soaked in water, her hands, which were already leaking and cracked, began to bleed.
Noticing that blood was oozing from her hands, Jiang Huiqin took advantage of Li Ming's inattention and quietly wiped it on her body. Anyway, the clothes were so dirty that the original color could not be seen, and no matter how much blood stuck to them, it would not be visible.
Jiang Huiqin put the clay pot on the fire and started cooking mushroom soup.
Soon, the aroma of the soup came out. Jiang Huiqin stingily added a pinch of salt to the soup, picked up the pot, and said, "I'll take the mushroom soup and exchange a bowl and spoon with Carpenter Chen."
"There is a spoon. I hid it under the wooden shelf the day before yesterday." Li Ming raised his hand and pointed to the wood supporting the shed.
"Just right, give him two less mushrooms and one for each of us." Jiang Huiqin said happily that she could save two more mushrooms.
After a while, Jiang Huiqin came back with a pottery pot with half a pot of soup left, a wooden bowl and a pair of wooden chopsticks. There was only a lonely mushroom floating in the pot.
"There's nothing delicious about a mushroom. I don't like eating it anyway, and you don't know how to use a spoon. You'll waste the good stuff by scooping it up later. Come on, eat the mushrooms first." Jiang Huiqin put the pot back. On the fire, he picked up the mushrooms with chopsticks and fed them to Li Ming's mouth.
Li Mingyi didn't open his mouth.
"You eat it, I don't like mushrooms." Li Ming turned his head.
"If you don't eat it, I'll throw it away!" Jiang Huiqin threatened, "Mushrooms are nutritious. Eating mushrooms will heal your injuries. Your legs have been broken for more than a month. Eating mushrooms will heal them quickly."
Seeing that Li Mingyi still refused to eat, Jiang Huiqin stuffed the mushroom into his mouth.
Simple, crude, and very effective.
Then she started to cook the white fungus with mushroom soup, and stirred it with chopsticks from time to time. When the white fungus was soft and rotten, she generously sprinkled a small paper bag of seasonings into it, and then put the bird eggs in to cook.
The last pot of nondescript hodgepodge was cooked. Jiang Huiqin placed the white fungus in the middle of the bowl, peeled the bird eggs and placed them next to the white fungus. She carefully picked up the earthenware pot and poured the soup in along the edge of the bowl.
Li Mingyi could tell that she was doing something strange.
"This is how you make agarwood in clear soup."
"What to do, this is it!" Jiang Huiqin took out another box of lunch meat, waved it in front of Li Ming's eyes as if to show off, opened it, and cut out a few thin slices of meat to wrap the eggs.
"You really think I'm stupid. I exchanged Lao Fengxiang's gold bracelet for a piece of white fungus. I also exchanged it for a box of this, which has never been opened!" Jiang Huiqin carefully wrapped the tin box with a cloth and hid it back in the garbage. "Rich Rich people eat in different ways, poor people eat in different ways, my brother may not be as good at cooking the same ingredients as I am.”
"Just brag." Li Ming said with a smile.
Jiang Huiqin helped Li Mingyi sit up and held the bowl to him like a treasure: "Have a try."
Li Ming picked up a piece of white fungus and wanted to feed it to Jiang Huiqin.
"Why should I eat this on your birthday? There is some chaff left in the morning. I will boil the chaff later." Jiang Huiqin said and started to dig through the garbage mountain again.
In the end, Jiang Huiqin ate a bird egg.
As soon as it entered her mouth, Jiang Huiqin's eyes turned red, and even though she was in her forties or fifties, she still shed tears as if she were in her teens.
"What I cooked is really delicious." Jiang Huiqin covered her mouth, trying to wipe away her tears quietly.
"Yes, this is the most delicious agar-agar clear soup I have ever tasted." Li Ming held the bowl with red eyes.
Jiang Feng had been watching from the side, and his eyes turned red unknowingly.
"Why are you crying? I will make it for you for your birthday next year."
There is no next year. Jiang Huiqin died of illness this winter.
Darkness.
Jiang Feng sat on the chair blankly.
Li Mingyi's memory was very short. Jiang Feng stayed there for up to 4 hours, but he was extremely depressed.
Before Jiang Huiqin spoke, even the air was filled with despair.
In such a depressing space and desperate environment, Jiang Huiqin could still laugh and curse, which really impressed Jiang Feng from the bottom of his heart.
After sitting quietly for a while and calming down, Jiang Feng clicked on the attributes panel.
Sure enough, there is one more item on the menu.
[Willow leaf agar in clear soup (pseudo) Grade E] [Can be improved]:
Producer: Jiang Huiqin
Dishes details: Food with poor ingredients and seasoning is very precious because of Jiang Huiqin's excellent cooking skills and special environment. It became a ray of light in the darkest moment of Li Mingyi's life, supporting him to survive. No special bonuses.
Can be produced once per day. (0/1)
Can it be improved?
What does this mean?
Do you want to give yourself free rein to make it better and more delicious?
Jiang Feng was a little unsure about paying attention.
The evaluation of this dish is about the same as that of Wang Shitou's pure meat wontons. However, Wang Shitou's wontons are unpalatable because of his poor craftsmanship. Jiang Huiqin's clear soup with willow-leaf agarwood is unpalatable because of the ingredients and environment. Between the two There is a fundamental difference.
If it were improved, there would be a lot of room for improvement.
If you make major changes, you can change everything and even change it directly to the original version of agar agar in clear soup.
But Jiang Feng knew that this was definitely not what the game meant.
How to improve it?
Ingredients? Seasoning? Or the heat?
However, the game also stipulated that it could only be cooked once a day. Jiang Feng thought that it might be Chinese New Year when he successfully improved this dish.
It may be the Chinese New Year this year, or it may be the Chinese New Year next year.
At the end of the memory, Li Mingyi said that this was the most delicious agar-agar in clear soup he had ever tasted. This was simply a reminder delivered to his door. Speaking of which, this game is really stupid. The task details were written on the side of the task details, which was a clear soup of willow leaf agar-agar made by Tai Feng Lou chef Jiang Chengde, which made him unforgettable. The task requirement was to let Li Mingyi eat the clear soup of willow leaf agar. .
If it weren't for this memory, Jiang Feng would definitely have been misled into thinking of ways to make the original version of clear soup with agarwood.
It was impossible to make it according to Jiang Huiqin's original method. Among other things, Jiang Feng didn't have the ability to stuff food into the garbage and hide it for a few days before taking it out and making it.
My aunt is getting old, and my stomach can’t bear it.
Jiang Feng clicked on the video tutorial at the back and began to study how to improve it more reliably. (End of chapter)