Chapter 80 Diary
Jiang Weiming simply fried garlic-fried pork slices for Jiang Feng. He originally wanted to cook a few more dishes, but even if it didn't work out, he would have to cook two difficult and delicious dishes for his grandnephew to try, but at his age, he had the will and the inability to do so.
After serving himself a small bowl of noodles, Jiang Weiming felt a little disappointed.
When he learned that Tai Feng Tower had returned to the Jiang family, he was full of ambition, as if he had returned to his youth and just wanted to work hard to help his grandnephew revitalize Tai Feng Tower. But just now, his old and decaying body was obviously Tell him in vain.
You can't. You are already an old man with only a few years to live. You can't hold a kitchen knife or lift an iron pot.
You have been out of the kitchen for thirty years, and you are no longer a chef.
"Grandpa Third, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Feng noticed that Jiang Weiming was in a bad mood.
"I'm old. I'm tired after cooking two dishes and can't do it anymore." Jiang Weiming sighed.
When he was young, he could walk across mountains and rivers for two days and two nights without stopping. He could eat grass roots and tree bark. At his worst, he even ate Guanyin soil, but he was still alive and kicking. How strong his body was at that time! But now, I think my body is strong and I can't even cook a complete meal.
"Master, you are still young, not old at all!" Jiang Wengfeng flattered.
"You just have a sweet mouth, where is your grandson?" Jiang Weiming was amused by Jiang Weifeng.
"During the winter vacation, my mother took me out to play. I went to Peking, saw the capital, and climbed the Great Wall. Yesterday, my daughter-in-law complained to me. She clamored to eat Peking duck along the way, and she refused to listen no matter how hard she coaxed her to." Jiang Weili said cheerfully. typical.
"Beiping City is great!" Jiang Weiming looked nostalgic, "By the way, Xiaofeng, when are you going to go back to Z City? Third Grandpa will go back with you!"
"Ah, Third Grandpa doesn't have to go to such trouble. I'll just call my grandpa tonight and ask them all to come over." Jiang Feng had originally prepared this way. Jiang Weiming is so old that there are eight high-speed trains from Shu to Z City. For many hours, he was afraid that Jiang Weiming's body couldn't bear it.
"How troublesome it is for such a big family of yours to come all the way to see me. Your Third Grandpa, I am in good health and not yet too old to walk. I will go with you. Please stop calling. I want to Let's see if I can recognize me." Jiang Weiming hummed, feeling a little emotional.
Jiang Feng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said that he was old at one moment and refused to accept it at the other. Old boy and old boy were really right.
"Okay, I won't tell you. I'll give my grandpa a surprise then." Jiang Feng followed Jiang Weiming's words.
Jiang Weiming was very fast-tempered and had a quick temper. He said he was going to City Z on the same day, but Jiang Feng checked his cell phone and showed him that he had no tickets before he gave up. Jiang Weiming strongly requested Jiang Weiming and Jiang Feng to stay at home, probably because Jiang Weiming often came to Jiang Weiming's house, and he actually had Jiang Weiming's change of clothes at home.
Jiang Feng went to contact the landlord of the B&B to check out. The landlord was a talkative and warm-hearted girl from Shu. Before, she knew that Jiang Feng was here to find relatives and helped him with suggestions. Now that Jiang Feng had found someone, he congratulated him and immediately left the room. The money was returned.
Jiang Feng did not forget to send a message to tell Wu Minqi the good news.
The message was still around four o'clock, as brief as ever.
"Congratulations, do you want to bring your third grandpa to my restaurant for dinner?"
It would be okay if Wu Minqi's house was a small restaurant like Jiang Feng's house, but his house was a restaurant with one Michelin star. It's free, Jiang Feng is sorry, just give her money, he has no money, and even if he has money, he won't be willing to part with it. Who knows that he still owes a lot of debt.
Jiang Feng decisively refused and sent a message telling her that he would return to the provincial capital tomorrow.
"Fine, see you at the beginning of school. I'll go and get busy first."
Jiang Feng:...
I feel a lot of pressure when my competitors work so hard!
When your competitors are born better than you, look better than you, are better than you, and work harder than you, what else can you do besides lie down and shout 666?
Dinner was cooked by Jiang Wengwen. He was a pure Sichuan cook. He cooked several authentic home-cooked Sichuan dishes, such as fish-flavored shredded pork, Mapo tofu, etc. The only big dish was the fish head with chopped pepper.
"Come on, come on, Xiaofeng, try the fish head with chopped peppers that you, Uncle Jiang, and I made. I'm not as good as your Third Grandpa, so you can try it alive." Jiang Wengsheng said enthusiastically, "I just worked as a waiter in a state-owned hotel. In 2017, our restaurant’s signature dish was your Third Grandpa’s fish head with chopped peppers. Every time foreign guests came, the leaders asked him to be the chef. The master chefs in other state-owned restaurants were envious.”
"It happened so many years ago, you still remember." Jiang Weiming smiled and shook his head, "You kid, after you graduated from high school, you didn't join the factory when I was asked to do it, and you didn't take the college entrance examination when I asked you to do it. You had to work in a hotel as a busboy, and you didn't even get paid. Don’t even want it. Your parents will be so angry that they will chase you all over the city.”
"I didn't expect that you could barely learn it."
Jiang Feng tasted the chopped pepper fish head with chopsticks.
It's quite satisfactory, with no shortcomings and no bright spots.
All I can say is that the taste is okay, but I can’t just close my eyes and praise how delicious this dish is.
Not enough compared to the top, but more than enough than the bottom.
If this dish was made by a Sichuan chef in his thirties or forties, Jiang Feng might have praised it, but Jiang Wenshi is a senior chef who has been working in the kitchen for nearly forty years and studied hard every day. This dish It's far from enough.
"It's delicious!" Jiang Feng's expression didn't change and his heart didn't beat.
Jiang Weili's happiness blossomed.
Jiang Feng suddenly felt a little lucky.
Although he is not as talented as Wu Minqi and is someone else's child who holds the template for the protagonist of the novel, he is at least better than most people and can be considered a small talent. If he were like Jiang Wenshi, he would study cooking all his life, but would be unable to make further progress due to his congenital limitations.
What a shame that would be.
However, Jiang Weiming had already looked away. When he first learned to cook, Jiang Weiming told him that he had no talent for cooking and was inferior to ordinary people. He would only be an ordinary cook throughout his life. He had already prepared for it. .
After working as a cook for forty years, his master is healthy, his family is happy, and he is full of children and grandchildren. He is already very satisfied.
Today he received another compliment, and Jiang Wengfei felt extremely beautiful.
At night, when everyone went to bed, Jiang Weisheng took out his red diary from the bookshelf and wrote down carefully:
January 6, Fish Head with Chopped Pepper: Master’s grandnephew praised it for being delicious.
For forty years, Jiang Weisheng always prepares two notebooks, a black one for bad reviews and a red one for good reviews. He finished countless books, all of which he arranged neatly on his bookshelf in chronological order.
Putting the diary back, Jiang Weisheng began to count the diaries.
"Stop counting. There are 26 red books and 24 black books. It won't change. It's so late. Go to sleep!" Zhang Li said, being awakened by Jiang Weisheng's movements. She turned over and fell asleep again.
It will definitely change!
Jiang Weisheng didn't dare to say it. He retired and his son wouldn't let him do it anymore. It didn't matter. He has a pension, and when he saves enough money, he can open a small restaurant of his own.
Jiang Jian was born to be a chef. What a good name his parents gave him. Hygiene, the kitchen must be kept hygienic.
He is only over sixty, he can still work for another ten or twenty years, until he is old or until he dies!
With his little secret in his arms, Jiang Wengwen went to bed.
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