Chapter 42 Demonic Confusion (First Update)
"Add... add day lily!" Liu Qian said hesitantly.
"Day lily?" Day lily is delicious, and it is indeed a good seasoning when added to the soup.
"My soups, chicken soup, ribs soup, and kelp soup all add day lily. What, president, do you want to make soup?" Liu Qian's eyes lit up and she said with a smile, "When it's done, remember to ask me to drink it!"< br>
Jiang Feng nodded in agreement.
He decided to make two pots of soup later, one with day lily and one without. Finally, he decided to taste the soup and decide which pot to use.
After spending an afternoon tinkering in the kitchen, Jiang Feng finally chose the soup with day lily, although it didn't turn out well.
[One pot of soup that took too long to boil, cut the radish unevenly, and the smell of mushrooms was not removed]
Following Jiang Huiqin's steps, Jiang Feng made the clear soup with agarwood again, and the evaluation was still an F grade.
After taking a bite, it turned out to be F-grade unpalatable. Jiang Feng silently poured it into the swill bucket.
Sure enough... isn't it because of my soup-making skills?
Even with the addition of white radish and day lily, the taste of mushrooms was still very abrupt, and Jiang Feng always felt that something was missing.
What's the near miss?
More corn?
Add some winter melon?
Add some potatoes?
But adding so many things makes it into assorted vegetable soup, which is basically out of the category of mushroom soup.
What to add?
In the next few days, these five words have been lingering in Jiang Feng's mind. Every day, he is thinking about what to add to the soup to suppress the smell of mushrooms. He doesn't even cut the vegetables. He cooks pot after pot of soup all day long. Staring at the soup pot on the stove.
He has determined that the essence of Jiang Huiqin's clear soup with agarwood is in the mushroom soup, and the improvement of this dish will be completed when he makes a suitable mushroom soup.
Even a little stunned.
Two weeks have passed. Jiang Feng's soup-making skills have improved a lot, but the soup he makes is still hard to describe.
He included oyster mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, crab mushrooms, king oyster mushrooms, white jade mushrooms, pleurotus pleurotus, tea tree mushrooms, bisporus mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, slide mushrooms, mushrooms, Hericium erinaceus, white mushrooms, shimeji mushrooms, flower mushrooms, straw mushrooms After trying them all one by one, the kitchen was filled with the smell of mushrooms all the time. Even the dishes cooked by Jiang Jiankang had a hint of mushroom flavor. The soups he cooked were also used by Comrade Wang Xiulian to deliver to customers. Many customers had already reported to Ji Yue that the soup recently delivered was tasteless.
Jiang Feng was cleaning the enoki mushrooms.
He washed it carefully, soaked it repeatedly in water, and rubbed each one carefully.
Jiang Jiankang was cutting vegetables absentmindedly while observing Jiang Feng carefully.
He feels that his son has been acting strangely recently.
It seems that I have a quarrel with mushrooms. I cook mushroom soup from morning to night every day. At night, I use one pot of mushroom soup to make that strange white fungus, quail egg, luncheon meat dish.
Should I go to the temple and get my son a charm to ward off evil spirits?
Wang Xiulian walked to Jiang Jiankang with a basin of violently washed vegetables, and placed the basin heavily on the table. The solid wooden table shook.
"What's happened to my son recently?" Wang Xiulian asked in a low voice.
Jiang Jiankang shook his head: "I heard that there is a talisman in a temple nearby that is very powerful. Do you want us to go to Xiaofeng tomorrow to ask for one to ward off evil spirits?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? You are possessed!" Wang Xiulian glanced at Jiang Jiankang and then at Jiang Feng carefully, "I think it's better to call dad over and let him take a look."
"What's the use of calling dad here?" Jiang Jiankang still felt that Jiang Feng might be possessed by evil spirits.
"Isn't Dad a better cook than you? Xiaofeng cooks this mushroom soup every day. When Dad comes, why don't you help him make the soup?" Wang Xiulian poured out the vegetables and went back with the empty plate to continue washing vegetables, " Remember to call!”
Although Jiang Jiankang thought it would be more useful to go to the temple to ask for a talisman, he had to listen to his wife, so he put down the kitchen knife and went outside to call Mr. Jiang.
After listening to Jiang Jiankang's description of Jiang Feng's situation, Mr. Jiang was silent for a long time and promised to find time to go to City A.
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Jiang shouted angrily to Grandma Jiang: "Old lady, take out the bottle of wine I have hidden in the cabinet!"
"What kind of wine are you bringing? It's broad daylight. Let's have a drink. Have you cooked the pig food? Have you washed the vegetables? Has the floor in the yard been swept?" Grandma Jiang was listening to the Huangmei Opera in her room and yelled back with a loud voice.
Mr. Jiang didn't get angry even after being yelled at. He happily went to get the wine, poured a small glass, and sat at the table to sip slowly.
Closing his eyes, Mr. Jiang sang a tune that was out of tune.
Grandma Jiang came out of the house to get Mr. Jiang a drink. When she saw that he had already drunk and was humming a tune, she knew that he was in a good mood and asked, "Who called just now and was so happy?"
With that said, Grandma Jiang went to the kitchen and brought him a small plate of peanuts.
"Xiao Feng has a promising future. I have a successor to the Jiang family!"
Mr. Jiang opened his eyes and smiled.
His five sons were all gifted with the talent to imitate the gourd and the gourd, and they learned as he taught them. But why was the cook so rigid and ignorant of flexibility?
He originally thought that this would be it for the rest of his life, and Jiang's food would be cut off in his own hands.
I didn't expect, I didn't expect that his grandson with average talent could still have such good fortune at the age of twenty.
Jiang Feng is so obsessed with studying this dish!
It’s good if the devil is stunned, it’s great if the devil is stunned!
Jiang Weiguo still remembers that when his father Jiang Chengde was studying dishes when he was a child, he would not think about food or rice for ten and a half days. He would cook the same dish in the kitchen all day long as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
The more Jiang Weiguo thought about it, the more excited he became, and he said to Grandma Jiang: "Contact Old Man Wang tomorrow and ask his son to come over and kill Dahua."
"Slaughter the big flower?" Grandma Jiang was stunned, "When the big flower weighed 260 pounds a few days ago, didn't you say you would wait until it weighed 280 pounds before killing it?"
"No wait, no wait, we have to wait until when it weighs 280 pounds. We'll kill it tomorrow! The big flower grows well, the flesh is well-proportioned, and it loves to move. We'll kill it and take it to City A, and give it to Xiaofeng." "Bubu." Jiang Weiguo said.
Now Grandma Jiang agreed: "Yes, it's time for Xiaofeng to take a good supplement. He's so thin and doesn't even look like a member of our Jiang family. Fortunately, Jiankang is a cook and has brought up our grandson to look like this."
"He's too thin. He needs to gain at least 40 pounds. There needs to be fat on his arms, otherwise he won't be able to lift a spoon." Mr. Jiang is also thinking about how to make Jiang Feng gain 40 pounds and turn him into a tall man that fits the Jiang family's aesthetics. fat.
"Would you like to bring the two old hens I raised?"
"Bring it with you. Bring the game you pickled before and the wild tea tree mushrooms you harvested. By the way, didn't mushrooms grow on the beams of the warehouse before? They're quite fat. I'll bring them with me when I pick them. , Jiankang said that Xiaofeng made mushroom soup recently and brought it to him to cook it! ”
The old man made the final decision.
After writing this chapter, I will take the CET-6 exam. After I take the CET-6 exam, I will make up for what I owed in the previous two days. I will make up as much as I have written.
(End of chapter)