Chapter 79 Tofu Box
"Jiang Huiqin? She is your great-aunt. Didn't your grandfather tell you?" Jiang Weiming asked.
"No, no, I mean, I said it, no. What I want to say is that my great-aunt's youngest son is one of my teachers in our school. Our two families just met each other some time ago." Jiang Feng almost Got around.
"Your great-aunt is still alive!" Jiang Weiming was so excited that he almost burst into tears. "How is she now? Where is she? How have she been in these years?"
"My great-aunt has been dead for thirty or forty years." Jiang Feng poured cold water on Jiang Weiming. "My great-aunt also died of stomach cancer a few days ago. The only ones left in their family are Professor Li, my great-aunt's youngest son and He has two wives.”
"That's it." Jiang Weiming was a little disappointed and felt that he was out of his mind. It is a gift from God that he can live to this age. How can he expect every relative to live as long as him? In fact, the fact that his little brother is still alive is the greatest comfort to him.
At least he still has blood-related relatives alive in this world besides his children.
"Before my great-aunt passed away, he asked Professor Li to transfer a house deed to me." Jiang Feng said carefully.
"Your great-aunt gave it to you, so you can keep it with peace of mind." Jiang Weiming didn't know why.
"It's Taifeng Tower." Jiang Feng said, "My great-aunt gave me Taifeng Tower."
The expression on Jiang Weiming's face froze for an instant, as if time had stood still for half. After a long time, he moved his lips and asked with difficulty: "Taifeng Tower in Peiping?"
Jiang Feng nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it's the original Taifeng Tower in Peiping."
"It wasn't destroyed or demolished?" Jiang Weiming trembled, his voice even choked with sobs.
"Yes, in the 37th year of the Republic of China, my great-aunt went back and bought Taifeng House. Over the years, my great-aunt has kept it and maintained it. Although it is a bit dilapidated, it is exactly the same as back then." Jiang Feng said.
Jiang Weiming didn't know how to face it.
That was Tai Feng Tower. It was the Tai Feng Tower that was lost at the hands of his grandfather. His father had been thinking about it all his life, and he would never forget it on the way to escape. It was the greatest glory of the Jiang family, and it also made Peiping famous all over the world. It was his father's life-long effort, and it was also the place that he and his brothers thought they would fight for all their lives.
Over the years, first it was because of the lack of transportation, and later it was because of my age. He had never returned to Peiping since the city was destroyed, and he never expected the Jiang family to buy back Tai Feng House.
He originally thought that Tai Fung Building would be destroyed in the war, or be demolished like many old buildings.
He did not expect, nor did he dare to think, that Tai Feng Tower could be preserved to this day, and moreover...
Tai Feng Tower is back, and Tai Feng Tower belongs to the Jiang family again.
Jiang Weiming cried, there was no sound, only tears streaming down his face full of grooves and wrinkles.
"Third Grandpa..."
"It's okay, Third Grandpa is just happy." Jiang Weiming wiped away his tears and looked at Jiang Feng with a smile, "Xiao Feng, you must study hard and run Taifeng Tower well, just like your great-grandfather did in the past, so that all of Peiping and the whole country can benefit from it. , the whole world knows Taifeng Tower, and everyone knows that this is the Jiang family’s Taifeng Tower.”
He looked at Jiang Feng and said the same words his father said to them back then.
"Let's go, Third Grandpa will cook for you. If you don't want to eat Sichuan food, Third Grandpa will cook you Shandong cuisine!" Jiang Weiming regained his energy, put the kimchi back into his bag, picked up his cloth bag, and pulled Jiang Feng away. Small shop.
Jiang Weiming took Jiang Feng and went to his apprentice's house in a hurry.
The chef industry attaches great importance to the master-apprentice relationship, and generally does not accept apprentices easily. Most of them inherit the business from their fathers, and like the Jiang family and the Wu family, the skills are passed down from generation to generation. Accepting a disciple is equivalent to accepting a godson, and becoming a disciple is equivalent to recognizing a second father. It may not be so exaggerated now, but this is what Jiang Weiming was like when he accepted a disciple.
His apprentice's name was Jiang Weisheng, and he was not very talented. When he was admitted, he had already changed his name to Jiang Yuanchao. It was because of his name that he was accepted. Jiang Weiming is more than thirty years younger than Jiang Weiming, and younger than Jiang Weiming's sons. He only retired a few years ago.
Jiang Weiming took Jiang Feng to Jiang Weiming's home.
Jiang Weng was fat, which fit Uncle Benshan's description of a cook with a big head and a thick neck. Although Jiang Weiming did not say hello in advance on a whim, Jiang Weiming still respectfully invited him in and said happily: "Master, why did you suddenly think of the provincial capital? Who is this?"
"He is my great-nephew. Today is the first day we meet. I will borrow your kitchen to cook a meal for my great-nephew." Jiang Weiming got straight to the point.
"Grandnephew? Congratulations, Master. The kitchen is a bit dirty before it is cleaned. Master, please have a sip of tea and sit down and wait." Jiang Weili shouted into the room: "Honey, wife, come out quickly. Master is here and wants to use the kitchen. Let's hurry up." Go clean it up!”
Jiang Wengshi's wife was as rich as him. The two of them cleaned the kitchen quickly. Jiang Wengfeng also asked diligently: "Master, what do you want to cook? Fish head with chopped peppers? Do you want me to buy fish heads now?" ?”
"My great-nephew can't eat spicy food, so I'll cook him two Shandong dishes." Jiang Weiming said.
Jiang Wengsheng became even more excited: "Okay, I'll give you a hand."
"I'm coming too." Jiang Feng said hurriedly, introducing himself to Jiang Weisheng: "Hello, Grandpa Jiang, my name is Jiang Feng."
"What's your name, grandpa? I'm already senior. Just call me Uncle Jiang! Xiaofeng, do you usually cook?" Jiang Wengsheng said cheerfully.
"My family runs a small restaurant, and I usually help in the kitchen." Jiang Feng said.
On the way here, Jiang Weiming introduced Jiang Feng to Jiang Feng. Although he was not very talented, he was a cooking fanatic who was willing to endure hardships and was willing to learn anything. However, because he lacked the most critical talent of being a cook, he was only a relatively good person throughout his life. Ordinary cook.
He could still make some progress in the years when he was taught by Jiang Weiming, but he has been stuck in the same place for so many years since he left Jiang Weiming's teaching.
Now that Jiang Weiming was going to cook himself, he was as excited as the new apprentice in the kitchen.
Jiang Weng's kitchen is basically the size of two bedrooms. It was specially renovated by a decoration master. It has a full range of seasonings and ingredients. It is comparable to the kitchen of a restaurant and does not look like the kitchen of an ordinary resident's home.
Jiang Weiming took the green beans, fungus and a few pieces of tofu that he could see, and asked Jiang Weiming to get the pork, chicken, ham, dried shrimps and dried scallops.
Looking at these ingredients, Jiang Feng guessed what Jiang Weiming wanted to do.
He wants to make a tofu box!
The steps of this dish are very complicated, and the ingredients are very flexible. Each one has its own way of making it and has its own flavor. Boshan Tofu Box is the most famous. Jiang Feng remembered that the old man had made it a long time ago, but it was just once. His father, Jiang Jiankang, would not make it. One reason was that the store would definitely not sell it, and the other reason was that his father did not like to eat tofu.
Jiang Weiming is old, so things like washing vegetables and chopping stuffing are left to Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiming. He is responsible for the main steps.
Cut off three sides of the tofu, wrap it in dry starch and fry it in a 70% hot oil pan. Keep turning the tofu while frying so that all sides of the tofu are golden brown. Jiang Weiming was frying tofu, while Jiang Feng and Jiang Weisheng were chopping meat fillings nearby. The meat fillings were easy to chop, but the tendons in the meat were difficult to pick out. Jiang Weiming was afraid that Jiang Feng wouldn't be able to pick them thoroughly and would affect the taste. He wanted to help, but he found that Jiang Feng was better at cutting than himself. Okay, let’s praise him instead.
"Xiao Feng is good at knife skills. How old was he when he started learning to cook!"
"More than four years old." Jiang Feng said.
"It's quite early." Jiang Weisheng sighed, "I'm late. I only started to learn from the master after graduating from high school. My talent is not good. It's been like this for so many years. I have nothing to do. I just embarrass the master."< br>
"No shame." Jiang Weiming said, "You are willing to learn and endure hardship, and you are better than those who are talented but lazy. My two sons are not willing to learn, but if you are willing, you are more filial than my two sons. You are not Embarrass me.”
Jiang Feng was surprised to find that Jiang Weili was blushing a little.
Really surprisingly shy.
After the tofu is fried, open it while it's still hot, leaving only a trace of skin connected. When you dig out the tofu inside, it looks like a box.
Digging tofu is not difficult, but it is a delicate job. Jiang Weiming moved slowly and it took him more than ten minutes to dig out three tofu boxes. Then start frying the stuffing, put the dug out tofu into the pot with Jiang Feng and ginger's sanitary ingredients, stir-fry quickly over high heat, and finally fill the fried stuffing back into the tofu box.
"Is there any soup?" Jiang Weiming asked.
"Yes, it's in the refrigerator. I'll get it." Jiang Weisheng went to get a large basin of broth and brought it to Jiang Weiming, "Master, is this okay?"
The soup was cold, so Jiang Weiming stirred it with a spoon, nodded, and asked him to heat up the soup.
Jiang Weiming put it into a steamer and steamed it over high heat. He didn't make special toppings. It seemed that he was going to pour the soup directly.
Sure enough, after the tofu box was steamed, Jiang Weiming took out the tofu that had returned to softness, poured a spoonful of broth on it, and the dish was ready.
Although Jiang Wengsheng's knife skills were average, he still made good soup.
"Come on, Xiaofeng, Sanitation, you guys can try it while it's hot. Sanitation, call Zhang Li out to eat together." Jiang Weiming said.
"Ah, Master, don't you want to eat?" Jiang Weisheng was a little surprised. He was just about to give half of his to his wife.
Jiang Weiming made three in total.
"At my age, I can't eat such meaty food." Jiang Weiming said, "I'm going to make another sliced sweet potato. Xiaofeng, do you want me to make you another bowl of noodles?"
"No, no need." Jiang Feng refused. In these short few hours, he had eaten a large bowl of rice rolls, a bowl of Long Chao Shou and two bunches of sugar-oiled fruits. If he had another bowl of noodles, he would probably have to eat them again. Like Liu Qian, she was able to go to the hospital for gastric lavage.
Jiang Weiming returned to the kitchen and continued cooking.
Jiang Wengwei's wife Zhang Li is also a wonderful person. She comes out to help when she needs help. The rest of the time she goes back to her room and doesn't say anything. When Jiang Wengsheng calls her to eat, she happily comes out to eat.
Jiang Weiming's tofu box was more delicious than the old man's in Jiang Feng's memory. Jiang Weiming had been cooking Sichuan cuisine for so many years in Sichuan. Even Jiang Weiming didn't know that he was an authentic Shandong cuisine chef.
Although he has not cooked Shandong cuisine for many years, Jiang Weiming is still Jiang Weiming, the same Jiang Weiming who was personally taught by Jiang Chengde for more than ten years.
"I didn't expect Master to be so good at making tofu. Xiaofeng, do you know what this dish is called?" Jiang Wengsheng took a bite of the tofu box with a satisfied look on his face.
"Tofu box, famous Shandong cuisine." Jiang Feng said.
"I didn't expect Master Lu Cai to do such a good job, why didn't I see him doing it before?" Jiang Weisheng looked regretful, feeling that he had missed a lot over the years.
Jiang Feng:...
To be honest, since he came to Sichuan, he has not seen many restaurants with other cuisines. He has only seen two Lanzhou Ramen and Shaxian snacks.
Thinking about it this way, the Jiang family's cuisine emphasizes Shandong cuisine. Jiang Weiming has forced himself to become a Sichuan cuisine chef in Shu for so many years, which is really hard for him.
*I am a soul-cooking enthusiast who is terrible at chopping vegetables, can burn fish when cooking, and is best at cooking with tomatoes and scrambled eggs. All the dishes I write about come from Du Niang. Basically, I have never tried them and it’s all based on my imagination. So if there are some dishes that readers have eaten or can cook but the ones I wrote are different from the actual ones, please ignore ∠( ∠)_[parallel dishes in parallel time and space ()]
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