Chapter 65 Raw Materials
Jiang Feng had been waiting for the notification that the mission was completed since he left Han Guishan's house.
Jiang Feng got on the subway.
Jiang Feng transferred to Line 4.
Jiang Feng returned to the Healthy Stir-Fry Restaurant.
Jiang Feng returned to the dormitory.
It's the next day.
Jiang Feng went to a healthy stir-fry restaurant.
It's six o'clock in the afternoon.
The game prompt that Jiang Feng was waiting for never came.
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
Han Guishan didn't eat?
Full of questions, Jiang Feng arrived at No. 21, Area A, Tianfu Garden, and rang the doorbell.
Han Guishan was waiting for Jiang Feng at home. He still seemed very enthusiastic. His attitude was no different from yesterday and he didn't show any dissatisfaction. When Jiang Feng was making it, he stood by and watched silently like yesterday.
"Mr. Han, were your employees satisfied with yesterday's pickled vegetable dumplings?" Jiang Feng finally couldn't help but ask.
"Satisfied, of course I'm satisfied. Your craftsmanship, Xiaojiang, is definitely second to none." Han Guishan replied. He secretly finished the remaining pickled dumplings in the office today because he was afraid of being seen by other executives and didn't put them away. I ate it after heating it in the microwave and the taste is still in my mouth.
Jiang Feng felt that there was no need for Han Guishan to lie.
He paid such an exorbitant price to treat himself to making pickled vegetable dumplings, so there was no need to lie to himself and pretend that he was satisfied instead of being dissatisfied.
What went wrong?
Jiang Feng really didn't understand. Logically speaking, his pickled vegetable dumplings should be considered pretty good. How could Han Guishan say it was good but not satisfied in his heart?
Jiang Feng kneaded the dough while recalling the details of the mission.
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.
Follow the recipe...
Jiang Feng kneaded the dough for a moment, a little unbelievable...
This boss Han doesn’t have such a strong taste, right?
If you follow the recipe exactly, it will be low-quality pickles + coarse cornmeal + rice bran. This combination of death can put the precious stomachs of modern people directly into the hospital!
The pickles in the recipe video tutorial are dry and low-quality pickles with no moisture at all, which have been stored for a long time and have hairy edges. Cornmeal is a fighter among coarse grains that is ground without any fines and is ground on corn cobs and has large particles. Rice bran is made by pounding and boiling the rice skin and shell. Although it is called rice bran, it does not contain a single grain of rice. Using this kind of raw material to make pickled vegetable dumplings is a great way to remember the bitterness and sweetness.
Bitterness goes deep into the soul.
Jiang Feng stopped kneading his noodles and opened the cabinet to look for pickles.
Because he brought his own pickles, Jiang Feng didn't even look at the pickles prepared by Han Guishan yesterday.
Fortunately, among the dozen or so jars of pickles, two jars were in poor quality and had been there for who knows how long. They were just as good as the ones in the video tutorial.
"Classmate Xiao Jiang, what's wrong?" Han Guishan asked when he saw Jiang Feng's sudden change of expression.
"There's something missing. Mr. Han, do you have any rice bran at home? The kind that can be ground directly from rice husks and rice peels. There is nothing else." Jiang Feng asked.
Nowadays, people pay attention to health and eat everything. If you want to buy rice bran, it is available in the market. However, the rice bran on the market is made from the pericarp, seed coat, endosperm, aleurone layer and embryo. In the past, people were poor and lacked food. The rice bran I eat is completely different.
"Here, I'll ask my assistant to buy it and it will be delivered tomorrow." Han Guishan said and left the kitchen to make a phone call.
Within two minutes, Han Guishan came back, his face full of emotion.
"I didn't expect you, classmate Xiaojiang, to know this kind of rice bran. I ate that kind of rice bran when I was a child. It was eaten as rice. My mother-in-law cooks it very thin. It takes a lot of firewood, but it is better than cornmeal. That thing will cut your throat. No matter what the cornmeal is. Cooking it will cut your throat. Rice bran is different. If you could drink a bowl of rice porridge when you were a child, you could show off it for several months, but you can't even think about it with white rice." Han Guishan's face was filled with memories of the glorious past.
Jiang Feng:...
You talk about coarse grains cutting your throat, but your body honestly wants to eat the original, throat-cutting version.
Without rice bran, it was too late to recover 100%, not to mention that Jiang Feng had been kneading the dough for a long time. The pickles made by Comrade Wang Xiulian were abandoned and inferior pickles that lacked moisture were used. The taste of the pickled dumplings was not as good as yesterday's.
Because of the delay, it was already close to eight o'clock when Jiang Feng left.
Han Guishan asked Butler Wang to call Han Youxin to come down for dinner.
"Madam hasn't come back yet?" Han Guishan asked.
"Madam said she ate outside and came back after soaking in the hot spring." Butler Wang replied.
"How can you stay in a hot spring and eat whole grains to maintain your health? You are messing around all day long." Han Guishan muttered in a low voice. He did not dare to say this in front of Wang Jing, and stuffed Han Youxin with a pickled vegetable dumpling.
Han Youxin cried and made trouble yesterday. Seeing that this morning's breakfast was still pickled dumplings, he realized that his biological father was determined to make him willing to make dough to lose weight, so he accepted his fate and ended up with pickled dumplings and took a bite.
Even though he had made the best mental preparations, Han Youxin's tears still fell uncontrollably at the moment of entrance: "It tastes worse than yesterday, wow!"
Han Youxin couldn't help but burst into tears when he thought about having to eat this in the future and it would become more and more unpalatable day by day.
When Han Guishan saw him crying so sincerely, he thought that Jiang Feng had gone out of his way to make the pickled dumplings unpalatable today, so he quickly stuffed one into his mouth.
Take one bite.
This taste...
Han Guishan remembered that the pickles made by his mother-in-law were always very salty and dry, because pickles were a precious thing at that time, and salt was also expensive. They had to be hidden at ordinary times, and they were only taken out to serve as food for everyone during the holidays. eat.
"You little brat are talking nonsense again. It's not delicious, but it tastes better than yesterday." Han Guishan reprimanded, "Don't lie. Doctor Chen said last time that you should eat more whole grains because you are over-nutritional. Eat it quickly." You are not allowed to go up and steal snacks. I have confiscated all the snacks under your bed today.”
Han Youxin cried even louder when he learned that all the snacks he had hidden under the bed had been confiscated.
Han Guishan blocked Han Youxin's crying and sent a WeChat message to Wang Jing who was enjoying a hot spring bath.
"Would you like me to leave you a pickle dumpling for a midnight snack?"
"No, you'll get fat (smile)." Wang Jing replied instantly.
"How can whole grains make you fat? Hey, woman." Han Guishan muttered.
On the other side, the sisters who were taking a hot spring bath with Wang Jing teased her: "Your old Han is urging you to go back. He sent you a WeChat message just after eight o'clock."
"He asked if he wanted to leave some food for me." With a fake smile on her face, Wang Jing dialed Assistant Chen's phone number, "Hey, Xiao Chen, I saw that the European Fourteenth Tour is very good, just That’s it, I can leave tomorrow.”
"Hey, you didn't care about your precious son, and you actually went out to play for fourteen days?" The Plastic Sisters were surprised.
"Lao Han is here. He gets off work early recently and is at home every night. I just go out to relax." Wang Jing said with a smile. (End of chapter)