Chapter 64 Grass dumpling
Jiang Feng went to the vegetable market early in the morning to buy radishes. He picked fifty or sixty kilograms of radishes of various varieties. He also asked the stall owner to lend him a tricycle and pedaled it to the store. After arranging the radishes neatly in the warehouse, Jiang Feng sent Han Guishan a WeChat message to inquire about the specific time and address for making pickled vegetable dumplings, and then happily started picking radishes.
25 yuan, 25 yuan, 35 yuan, 35 yuan...
This is not a juicy carrot, this is simply a piece of money!
Jiang Feng believed that as long as he kept carving radishes every day, earning one thousand a day, day after day, he would be able to save more than three million in just over eight years.
It sounds really exciting.
Jiang Jiankang has no objections to Jiang Feng's business. He has already made plans. When Jiang Feng graduates from university, he will be able to save a lot of money. When the time comes, he can sell the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant and have enough money to renovate Tai Feng Building. . At that time, the five brothers worked together. Mr. Jiang would be a chef and Jiang Feng would have some success in cooking. With some workers and cooks, the Jiang family would not only be able to revive Tai Feng House, but the five brothers would also be able to live their young lives. A happy life of eating the food cooked by the old man every day.
As for the old man saying that Tai Feng Building belongs to Jiang Feng and he has to rely on himself to pay for the decoration, Jiang Jiankang doesn't take it to heart at all.
He is Jiang Feng's father. I take care of my son, and I help my son. Isn't this just and natural?
As for whether the old man will whip him then...
Jiang Jiankang said that it is only natural for me to whip my son.
After Jiang Feng finished carving the radish flowers and minions, Wu Minqi also came to the shop to help. Last night, Jiang Jiankang made a lot of Sichuan dishes overnight, and there were several more menus hanging in the store.
At about ten o'clock in the morning, Han Guishan sent the address. The appointment was at 7 o'clock today at No. 21, Area A, Tianfu Garden.
Jiang Feng couldn't help but be speechless. He was indeed a good-tasting boss. The single-family villa in Area A of Tianfu Garden cost at least hundreds of millions.
With Wu Minqi helping in the kitchen, Jiang Feng basically can't touch the pot. She doesn't let go of anything from boiled pork slices to spicy and sour potato shreds. Except for Kung Pao Chicken, which is Jiang Jiankang's specialty, she doesn't dare to Get involved and almost dominate the entire kitchen.
Jiang Feng simply concentrated on his business of selling radish carvings and developed businesses such as Pikachu and Kumamon Bear. Naturally, the prices have also gone up. Pikachu is 40 and Kumamon is 45. The sales are surprisingly good. At the end of the day, half of the radishes in the warehouse are missing. Not only that, but a girl majoring in art suggested using watermelon rind to add color.
As expected of a girl majoring in art, she didn't even think about where the watermelon rinds came from in the middle of winter.
At six o'clock in the evening, Jiang Feng set off on time to take the subway to Tianfu Garden. Coincidentally, Han Guishan's mother was Li Sanya's daughter, the little girl named Xiaohua in Jiang Weiguo's memory. This was what Jiang Feng was told in the details of the mission.
[Precious Memories] The most unforgettable food for Han Guishan is the pickled dumplings made by his mother Li Hua when he was a child. Players are asked to make pickled dumplings that satisfy Han Guishan and recall the precious memories of his childhood.
Task tip: Li Hua’s pickled vegetable dumplings were taught to her by her mother, Li Sanya, and she just needs to follow the recipe to recreate it.
Mission reward: a memory of Han Guishan.
This task was simply too easy for Jiang Feng. Making pickled vegetable dumplings was not difficult at all. He had done it so many times that his dough-kneading skills had greatly improved. It was easy to repay Li Sanya's pickled vegetable dumplings, not to mention that he specially brought a jar of pickled vegetables made by Comrade Wang Xiulian himself. He was confident that he could complete this side task today.
Jiang Feng also saw that what Han Guishan said about carrying out activities in batches for employees to remember the bitterness and remember the sweetness was all false. He just wanted to eat pickled vegetable dumplings!
Wanting to eat a pickled vegetable dumpling in such a secretive way and spending so much money, Jiang Feng could only lament that the brain circuits of rich people are different from those of ordinary people.
An ordinary citizen like him really can't understand the boss's thoughts.
With random thoughts, Jiang Feng arrived at the gate of Tianfu Garden.
The security guard at the door took the photo and looked at Jiang Feng several times to make sure it was not someone else pretending to be him before letting him in. Jiang Feng felt a little guilty, as if he was really here to do something evil.
Area A of Tianfu Garden is full of single-family villas, with a quiet environment and a very high green area. The distance between the houses is also very large, so there will be no interference with each other. It is fully in line with the slogan of tranquility in the bustling city.
While Jiang Feng sighed that it was great to have money, he followed the navigation and found No. 21.
Han Guishan was waiting for Jiang Feng at home.
Seeing Jiang Feng coming, Han Guishan welcomed Jiang Feng in very enthusiastically, introduced him to the kitchen and the things he had prepared.
"Look, classmate Xiaojiang, I don't know what kind of flour you like to use, so I asked someone to buy more kinds of cornmeal. I don't understand. There are also flours. I make special first-class flour, special second-class flour, standard flour, I bought some ordinary flour, high-gluten flour, medium-gluten flour, and so on. See what's missing. If there's anything missing, I'll ask someone to buy it now," Han Guishan said, pointing to a row of flour bags on the kitchen floor.
Jiang Feng:...
It's too exaggerated. He just makes a simple pickled vegetable dumpling, the kind that doesn't even make noodles.
"That's enough, that's enough, just cornmeal will do." Jiang Feng said and started to look at the cornmeal prepared by Han Guishan.
"There are also pickles. I bought more than a dozen kinds of pickles. Xiao Jiang, please see which one is better." Han Guishan opened the cabinet and there was a row of jars inside.
"No need for the pickles, I brought the pickles myself." Jiang Feng took the pickle jar out of the plastic bag and showed it to Han Guishan, and began to touch the corn flour.
I don’t know who the powerful person is who buys the ingredients, but I can actually buy pure cornmeal in the 21st century, or the retro version of cornmeal from the 1960s and 1970s that was ground into powder with the corn cobs. Whole grains among whole grains.
Jiang Feng definitely couldn't use this kind of cornmeal to make pickled dumplings. Although Han Guishan missed the pickled dumplings made by his grandmother, if they were made so authentic and throat-cutting, I'm afraid Han Guishan's beautiful memories would turn into Horrible memories.
After choosing a corn flour with a little flour and a very fine texture, Jiang Feng started kneading the dough.
The steps are very simple and very skillful, after all, I have done it so many times.
When Jiang Feng was making it, Han Guishan was really watching from the side, paying close attention, just like a primary school student listening to a math teacher's lecture.
At 7:53, twelve pickled vegetable dumplings came out of the pot.
Qian Han Guishan forwarded the WeChat message to Jiang Feng in the morning. Jiang Feng put the pickled vegetable dumplings on two large plates, but still couldn't help asking: "Well, Mr. Han, have you had dinner?"
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He came early today, arriving around 6:40. Han Guishan was at home when he arrived. There was no cook, there were no dishes on the table, and there was not even a trace of fire in the kitchen. Moreover, in such a big villa, Jiang Feng only saw Han Guishan. He didn't see any of his wife or children, not even the cleaning aunt.
Jiang Feng thought all this was too weird.
"The chef asked for leave during this period, so I ate in the company cafeteria." Han Guishan said.
Jiang Feng sighed in his heart that the big boss was still so friendly to the people, while saying goodbye and leaving Han Guishan's house.
Seeing Jiang Feng go out, Han Guishan shouted upstairs: "Xiao Wang, ask people to come down for dinner."
Han Guishan's wife Wang Jing and his son Han Youxin, who had been upstairs, came downstairs. If Jiang Feng was still here, he would definitely recognize Han Youxin as the fat man who had stolen two bowls of egg custard in the kitchen before.
"Dad, why are you having dinner so late today? I'm starving to death." Han Youxin ran downstairs jumping up and down. When he saw the twelve pickled vegetable dumplings on the table, he was dumbfounded and ran back, shouting as he ran. , "Mom, Mom, my dad abused me. He made me lose weight and made me eat grass dumplings!"
"What are you yelling for? When did your father abuse you?" Wang Jing is Han Youxin's poor wife. She started a business with him from scratch, and she has developed a noble spirit through so many years of living as a noble lady. She scolded her son in a low voice for his howling like a ghost. After a moment, he pulled Han Youxin, who was running up, downstairs.
Looking at the dining table, Wang Jing was also stunned.
"Old...Old Han, nothing happened to the company recently...recently?" Wang Jing considered her words carefully, for fear of irritating Han Guishan.
Han Guishan had been nagging for a day, giving the chef a holiday so that he wouldn't have to work in the morning and evening, and they were not allowed to come down at night. Could it be that the company had encountered a huge change and was hit by a mental problem, right?
Wang Jing has been working hard to have children these years. After Han Youxin was born, she focused on her children and had not been involved in company affairs for many years.
"What problems can the company have? Who are you listening to nonsense? Well, the stock price has risen a lot in the front-end period." Han Guishan devoted himself to the pickled vegetable dumplings. "I met a little friend yesterday and made pickled dumplings. The vegetable dumplings are exactly the same as those made by my mother-in-law. I just invited him over to make twelve of them, why don’t you come and eat them?”
"Dad, you are just abusing me!" Han Youxin recognized that the pickled dumplings were made by Jiang Feng and shouted unconvinced: "Obviously the spicy soup, shredded potatoes, shrimps and Peppa Pig made by brother Jiang Feng are more delicious, you If you want him to be a straw dumpling, you are abusing me!”
Yes, Han Youxin ate Peppa Pig carved from white radish, which cost a hundred dollars a piece, as a snack yesterday.
"What nonsense are you talking about? How can those things be as delicious as pickled vegetable dumplings? What kind of grass dumplings? These are pickled vegetables. Your dad and I loved this when we were young. We can only eat it during the Chinese New Year. Don't be born into a blessing. Han Guishan couldn't help but stuffed a pickled vegetable dumpling to Han Youxin, "This is whole grain. Eating too much is good for your health. I can't hurt your dad. If you don't finish it, I will confiscate your Alipay balance tomorrow."
Han Youxin gnawed on the pickled vegetable dumplings aggrievedly and muttered unconvincingly: "It's not as delicious as Peppa Pig."
Raw radish is spicy and quite delicious.
Wang Jing could tell that Han Guishan was homesick, missing his mother who died when he was young. As long as Han Guishan was happy, Wang Jing didn't care what he ate. He cooperatively picked up a pickled vegetable dumpling and took a bite.
The taste is surprisingly good.
Han Guishan's family of three, except for Han Guishan who had a big appetite and ate three pickled vegetable dumplings, Han Youxin and Wang Jing both had to eat one with great reluctance.
Han Guishan looked at the remaining dumplings on the table, slapped the table, and decided to give the chef a long vacation. He wouldn't use it at noon. He packed up the leftovers in the morning and took them to the company. Han Youxin was eating at school anyway. Han Guishan also asked Wang Jing with concern if he wanted to leave one for her for lunch.
"I have an appointment with my little sister to have her face done tomorrow." Wang Jing said with a smile.
Wang Jing was thinking about whether he should invite some good sisters to play abroad for a week, but he didn't notice that his son's chubby face was getting wrinkled.
"Wow, I don't want to eat grass dumplings every day!" Han Youxin cried loudly. (End of chapter)