Chapter 53 Support
Braised pork is easy to make, it just takes time.
Having known Liu Qian for so long, Jiang Feng knew that her stomach was like a bottomless pit connected to the two-dimensional space. Although she is not as good as those mukbangs on live broadcast websites who can eat up to ten kilograms in one meal, her advantage is that she can eat for a long time. As long as there is food in front of her, she can keep eating.
During previous club activities, she cracked melon seeds for more than three hours and lost a total of 4 kilograms!
There were no fresh vegetables in the kitchen at all. Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Jiankang would never tolerate the use of overnight vegetables, but there were still some dry goods. Jiang Feng also found pickled overnight rice and prepared it for making egg fried rice.
"The braised pork has to wait for more than half an hour. Can I fry you a bowl of egg fried rice first?" Jiang Feng suggested.
"Okay, okay." Liu Qian nodded and looked at the kitchen curiously.
The kitchen was not big, but she had never been there before, so she was particularly curious.
After looking around, Jiang Feng's egg fried rice was almost ready.
"By the way, President, Minqi said there will be a volunteer activity next week. It seems that they said how many people should be sent to each club. Will you go?" Liu Qian asked.
"You're talking about the one held by the student union? I'm going to our club, and you're going too?" Jiang Feng flipped the spatula and said again, "That activity is not ordinary tiring. Usually, you go to a primary school in a nearby county to volunteer. Or a teacher, or cleaning the orphanage and taking care of the children.”
The student union holds this event every year. Each club has members in proportion to its headcount, and other students can also sign up voluntarily. In the past two years, the chess club has been testing the waters on the edge of being abandoned. All it takes is one person. Last year, it was Jiang Feng.
"Minqi wants to go, and I want to see it too." Freshmen always look forward to school activities. Jiang Feng did the same last year. Then he spent a day sweeping the floor of the orphanage and moving things several times. .
"Okay." There are so many people in the chess club this year. Jiang Feng was originally wondering who to invite, but of course he was happy since someone signed up voluntarily.
During the conversation, the egg fried rice was served.
Liu Qian happily went out with egg fried rice.
Braised pork is easy to make, but it takes time to cook it slowly, otherwise the fat will be too greasy and it will make people unappetizing. Turning on a low fire to let the fat slowly cook out, Jiang Feng began to make pickled vegetable dumplings.
Cornmeal is readily available, and the old man loves to eat steamed buns. Ever since he arrived, a bag of cornmeal has been indispensable in the kitchen.
But it was impossible to add glutinous rice paste. Aunt Li added glutinous rice paste and rice bran because glutinous rice paste and rice bran were deducted from the guests on the ship. They were ready-made and had nothing to do with the whole food. Besides, now Jiang Feng can't make such original paste, let alone rice bran.
The pickles were pickled by Comrade Wang Xiulian. Comrade Wang Xiulian's pickling skills far surpassed Jiang Jiankang's. Whether it is pickled radish or pickled cucumber and pepper, the taste is far better than what is available on the market. However, Comrade Wang Xiulian is not very enthusiastic about pickles. She pickles a few jars every year just for her family to eat, and never puts them in the store as free side dishes, so the customers in the store have never had the pleasure of trying them.
After slowly kneading the pickles into the dough and kneading the dough, Jiang Feng had to check the heat of the braised pork. He is not as good as Aunt Li in his dough kneading skills. After all, he spent most of his time learning to cook on knife skills. Bai Men and Jiang Weiguo never taught him at all. His dough kneading skills are all developed by making dumplings several times a year. Of course, it is not as good as Aunt Li who makes steamed buns every day.
These days, Jiang Weiguo didn't teach him knife skills or cooking, but taught him ingredients.
Knife skills are the foundation of a chef, and ingredients are the soul.
Wensi tofu is difficult to make, and egg fried rice is equally difficult.
Jiang Feng is not a very savvy cook. If he hadn't gotten the game and had to complete the game tasks, he might not have practiced cooking again at all. He would have graduated from college and found a job as a cook like his cousins. A job that has nothing to do with art.
But he has one advantage: as long as he does something, he will do it seriously.
When he was studying, he could put down the kitchen knife and study hard. Now he can also pick up the kitchen knife and practice hard.
The dumplings come out of the pot before the braised pork.
Jiang Feng looked into the pot and saw that it hadn't boiled long enough. It would probably take another twenty minutes.
After carrying the hot vegetable dumplings out, Liu Qian already had the CD and was chatting with the audience in the live broadcast room.
Not a grain of rice was left in the bowl, and the rim of the bowl was shiny and oily.
"What is this?" Liu Qian looked up and asked hesitantly, "Corn... meatballs?"
Jiang Feng thinks that the pickled dumplings he makes look good. They are delicate and round, and the pickled vegetables are evenly distributed, like a starry sky. If you sprinkle some powder and pour chocolate sauce on the plate, they can probably be sold as desserts. .
"The pickled vegetable dumplings are more generous if you take your time. The braised pork will have to wait twenty minutes." After saying that, Jiang Feng took out a vegetable dumpling from the plate.
A rough measurement shows that one weighs half a catty.
As soon as you enter the mouth, there is a hint of sweetness, the unique aroma of cornmeal and the taste of pickles. The balance between the three is surprisingly good.
Cornmeal is a coarse grain, but it is impossible for businesses nowadays to sell pure cornmeal directly to customers. Basically, they add some flour.
Liu Qian put the plate in front of the camera and showed off: "The vegetable dumplings our president specially made for me are very good-looking. President, what kind of filling is this?"
"No stuffing." Jiang Feng said.
There was a hahahahahahahahaha on the barrage.
Jiang Feng went back to the kitchen and looked at the pot of braised pork, while doing some research on how to make extra money.
Twenty minutes later, Jiang Feng came out with braised pork.
The plates on the table were empty.
"Have you finished eating it all?" Jiang Feng was shocked.
5 dumplings weigh nearly 3 pounds. The most important thing is that these are made of dead noodles, which are very filling. No matter how much Liu Qian eats, she is just an ordinary person. How can she endure eating so much at once?
"Just five dumplings." Liu Qian couldn't tell the difference between dead noodles and yeast noodles. "It's just that the weight seems a bit heavy, but that's okay. I've eaten more and it's fine."
As she spoke, Liu Qian stretched out her chopsticks towards the braised pork.
From the look of her, it seemed like nothing was wrong.
Jiang Feng was optimistic for two minutes when something happened to Liu Qian.
"President, I, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable." Liu Qian, who was happily eating braised pork, clutched her stomach, her face turned pale, and called Jiang Feng, who was searching for part-time job news on her mobile phone.
"My stomach hurts a little. It hurts from swelling." Liu Qian frowned and began to sweat on her forehead.
Jiang Feng knew immediately that she had eaten too much.
"Can you leave? Go to the hospital." Jiang Feng said firmly.
There is a private hospital in front of the school, and it takes about twenty minutes to walk there.
"It seems, it can't be done." Liu Qian suddenly felt severe pain and stood up tremblingly. As soon as she took a step, she lost her balance and held on to the table.
Jiang Feng had no choice but to open the door first, said hello to the boss opposite and asked him to help look after the store, then carried Liu Qian on his back and walked towards the hospital.
What he didn't know was that Liu Qiandao's live broadcast room had exploded. (End of chapter)