Chapter 43 Reminder (Second Update)
Mr. Jiang was in a good mood, even humming a tune while feeding the pigs.
Among the three pigs in the pig pen, Dahua is the most cheerful when scrambling for food. With its strong body, flowing lines, and strong hind legs, it shows people that it is an excellent pig all the time.
Mr. Jiang looked at the big flower with satisfaction, mentally estimating how much meat it would have after peeling off the skin and bones.
Dahua was immersed in eating the staple food, completely unaware that the butcher's knife of fate was about to fall on it.
Early the next morning, with Dahua's hard struggle and heart-rending screams, Dahua turned into meat on the chopping board. Mr. Jiang personally dismembered the pig, including legs, tenderloins, pork belly, buttocks, ribs, pig heads, and pig offal. He put them all into categories and froze them with ice cubes. He left a few dozen kilograms of her favorite meat for Grandma Jiang. The rest of the pork belly and buttocks were delivered directly to the healthy stir-fry restaurant via SF Express.
Then Mr. Jiang took the game and delicacies and got on the minibus into the city.
The old man was airsick, had never taken a high-speed train, and couldn't buy a ticket on his mobile phone. He carried large and small bags all the way to City A, where he took the bus. By the time he arrived in City A, the pork had already been three days old.
When Jiang Jiankang first received the express delivery, he was still a little confused.
There were several large boxes, all exuding air-conditioning, with fresh food logos printed on them. He couldn't remember where he ordered fresh food from.
But when he opened the box and laid out all the pork, the moment he saw the pig's head, he recognized that the box contained large flowers.
Not only did he recognize it, but Comrade Wang Xiulian also recognized it.
The couple discussed this for a long time. The old man sent the slaughtered big flowers over. Who was it for? Jiang Jiankang didn't dare to call Mr. Jiang. If he bothered him with such trivial matters, he would definitely be scolded.
So the big flowers were kept in the cold storage until Mr. Jiang arrived in City A three days later.
Although Mr. Jiang doesn't know how to use his mobile phone to buy tickets, he can use Amap. A navigation, a bus ride, Mr. Jiang appeared at the door of the healthy cooking restaurant dragging a large sack during dinner.
"Dad!" Wang Xiulian, who was collecting money in the store, couldn't believe her eyes. She shouted loudly, and all the customers in the store looked at the door.
"Dad, why didn't you say something when you came? Jiankang and I will pick you up!" Wang Xiulian ran to the door diligently and took the sack from the old man's hand without daring to open it. "You came here to bring so many things." What are you doing? Are you tired? We received the big flowers you sent two days ago.”
"Have you moved?" the old man asked.
"No, how dare we move if you don't tell me? It's all stored in the freezer, and not a single piece of meat is missing!" Wang Xiulian quickly invited Jiang Weiguo to the store and shouted at the kitchen: "Jiankang! Jiang Jiankang! Dad Here you go, come out quickly!”
"What, dad is here?" Jiang Jianjian ran out of the kitchen with a spatula before even finishing cooking.
"What do you look like in such a panic?" Jiang Weiguo couldn't help but scolded when he saw that the spatula in Jiang Jiankang's hand was still stained with a piece of carrot, and he took the spatula from his hand and walked into the kitchen.
The couple quickly followed.
"Classmate Jiang Feng's family turned out to be really difficult!" A girl wearing a yellow coat sighed.
"Yeah, I thought they were just spreading the news. I didn't expect that Jiang's family is really in such a difficult situation." The girl in the red hat next to her nodded in agreement.
Even Ji Yue, who knew the daily turnover of the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant, couldn't help but start to have doubts. Jiang Feng's family really owed a lot of debt?
There is no way, the way Jiang Weiguo dressed up just now in front of the Healthy Cooking Restaurant is so in line with the image of an old country father who goes to the city to look for relatives in everyone's mind and what appears on TV, with a big dusty cotton-padded jacket, an old face, and a dark face. , weathered hands, and a worn snakeskin bag.
The above image is what all healthy stir-fry restaurant customers have imagined.
Apart from being a little tired after sitting in the car for a long time, Mr. Zhang is neither black nor old nor weather-beaten compared to other old people of the same age. He is even a little fat and a little strong. The most important thing is that he wears a pair of beautiful clothes. The big cotton-padded jacket, which looked dusty, unattractive, and even a bit ugly, belonged to Valentino.
When Jiang Weiguo entered the kitchen, Jiang Feng was still making soup.
In the past few days, even he himself felt that he was a little obsessed.
While making soup and cooking, few external things could affect Jiang Feng. He seemed to be unable to hear or see, just like the protagonist in a fantasy novel who enters a mysterious state when practicing martial arts. All on the dishes and soups in front of you.
He began to seriously examine the evaluation of the dishes given by the game, began to seriously analyze what is the correct heat, looked for the best way to handle ingredients, and began to really think about the compatibility of food and many things that he would never think about at ordinary times. .
Jiang Jiankang cannot teach these things.
In just a few days, Jiang Feng's improvement in soup making can be described as a complete transformation.
Jiang Feng was not aware of Jiang Weiguo's arrival at all.
What he cooked today was oyster mushroom, corn, tea tree mushroom soup.
In order to remove the peculiar smell of tea tree mushrooms, he also specially stir-fried them with onions, ginger and garlic.
It's the final stage.
Jiang Feng used a spoon to stir slowly in a clockwise direction. The steam slowly floated up and finally dispersed. The air was filled with the rich aroma of mushrooms.
Jiang Weiguo smelled the smell, walked over, and took a look at the soup pot. In addition to mushrooms, corn, and some other ingredients, there were three kinds that could be seen and smelled.
"Your soup is not good." Mr. Jiang only said without doing anything. "You have too many ingredients. You are not good enough to control so many ingredients."
Jiang Feng stopped holding the spoon and turned his head as if waking up from a dream.
"Grandpa?" Jiang Feng was surprised.
"How many days have you been cooking soup?" Jiang Weiguo asked.
"Half... more than half a month." Jiang Feng was still a little dazed. Jiang Weiguo suddenly came from the countryside to City A. He couldn't react at all for a while.
"Your dad told me that you've been obsessed with mushroom soup recently." Jiang Weiguo picked up the spoon and stirred the pot, "It's generally okay, a little greedy."
"Do you think that the taste of any mushrooms you add is very abrupt, so you add a little of this and a little of that, making the mushroom soup a hodgepodge?" Jiang Weiguo is indeed an experienced chef for many years, and he sees the problem to the point.
Jiang Feng nodded repeatedly.
"You are making mushroom soup, but you still think the mushroom taste is strong. Didn't you take off your pants and fart?" Jiang Weiguo scolded, tapping the edge of the pot with a spoon, "Bake it again!"
Jiang Feng felt like he was hit hard.
Yes, I made it clearly a mushroom soup, but why did I find it smelled too strong of mushrooms?
So I spent so many days...
All your work in vain? (End of chapter)