Chapter 84 Kung Pao Chicken
Jiang Feng suddenly remembered a dish.
Kung Pao Chicken.
Unlike most florist rabbits, the first dish they cook is tomato scrambled eggs, the first dish Jiang Fengshao cooks is Kung Pao Chicken.
In his first year of junior high school.
Kung Pao Chicken is a difficult home-cooked dish. When Jiang Feng cooked it for the first time, he was his own diner. He almost cried when he tasted it.
The plate of Kung Pao Chicken was secretly thrown away by Jiang Feng without mentioning it.
At that time, the old man didn't allow him to touch the pot, but he had been practicing knife skills for six or seven years and was in his rebellious stage. Jiang Jiankang's specialty dish is Kung Pao Chicken, which is often ordered by diners with healthy snacks. Although no one has taught Jiang Feng, he has learned a little bit from watching Jiang Jiankang cook it every day.
Jiang Feng, who was young, frivolous and a bit in the second grade of junior high school, thought that it was just Kung Pao Chicken, something he couldn't easily pick up with his talent. Then reality gave him a loud slap in the face and told him to just chopping vegetables.
People always have a hard time letting go of the first dish they cooked. Even if Jiang Feng never mentioned it, no one knew about it, but during the three years of high school when he gave up cooking, he often saw Jiang Jiankang cooking Kung Pao Chicken in the kitchen. Ding, he would subconsciously look and observe.
Jiang Feng thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he had never cooked this dish again after cooking a plate of Kung Pao Chicken for the first time.
Not only was it not his turn to stir-fry Kung Pao Chicken with Jiang Jiankang, but the other reason was that the Kung Pao Chicken he cooked was the most disgusting dish he had ever eaten before going to college.
The smell really impressed him and was unforgettable.
It was only after he went to University A that Jiang Feng realized what it meant to have someone outside the world. As long as the cafeteria master wanted to, he could easily make the Kung Pao Chicken a hundred times more delicious.
"Grandpa, has the chicken been stewed?" Jiang Feng raised his head suddenly. If the chicken was cooked, there would be only Kung Pao but no diced chicken.
"Not yet, isn't it in the basin? Let's stew it when these two dishes are ready." The old man said. He was guarding the pig's trotters and had no time to deal with the remaining chicken.
What a risk, otherwise grandma would have to sacrifice another chicken.
There is also a gas stove in the kitchen. Fortunately, there is still a gas stove. It is really difficult for Jiang Feng to control the heat when using an earth stove.
Jiang Feng cut off two taels of chicken breasts, cut them into cubes, wrapped them in egg liquid, sprinkled with a little pepper, appropriate amount of cooking wine and starch, massaged the chickens to coat them evenly, and marinated them in a bowl.
When adding the ingredients, Jiang Feng still felt a little guilty. There were two main reasons why he failed so much: one was the heat, and the other was adding the ingredients randomly.
I don't know what's going on in my heart, and I don't know what's going on in my hands. The dishes produced are sweet, sour, spicy, salty and tasteless, but they are not meant for human consumption.
After more than ten minutes, Jiang Feng felt that the chicken breast was almost done.
Heat the pot and pour oil. When white smoke started to come out of the pot, Jiang Feng poured the chicken breast in at the right time, stir-fried over high heat, and took it out as soon as it was cooked.
Heat a pot of oil again, add the seasonings to be added and stir-fry. Jiang Jiankang's Kung Pao Chicken is sweet, and Jiang Feng's recipe from him is naturally also sweet. Jiang Feng is afraid of adding too much sugar and spoiling the dish, so Jiang Feng is timid when adding ingredients.
Stir-fry for two minutes. Pour in the diced chicken, add cooking wine, dark soy sauce, light soy sauce and salt. Stir-fry over high heat until the diced chicken is even in color and the meat is fragrant. Place on a plate and serve.
【A plate of nondescript Kung Pao Chicken】
nondescript?
Jiang Feng tasted the chopsticks and found that they were indeed a bit nondescript.
Because I was a little timid when cutting the ingredients, I made it sweet or salty, not unpleasant but not unpleasant, and it was just the normal level for a school cafeteria.
The old man's Fengjing Ding Ho was also at a critical moment. He asked Jiang Jiankang to add firewood to the stove and burn it even louder so that the marinade could be thickened and tightly wrapped around the pig's trotters.
Almost at the same time that the pig's trotters are out of the pot, the fish balls are almost ready.
If it were an ordinary family meal, the old man wouldn't be able to arrange the dishes. Putting it on the plate, pouring the broth, it tastes the same regardless of whether it is on the plate or not. The old man never spends more time on his unfulfilled children and grandchildren.
But today is different. Today's food is not made for Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Feng's unlucky descendants, but is specially cooked for Jiang Weiming!
The presentation of Jiangjia cuisine is also very particular.
A beautiful plate can make people look at it from a distance, and they can have an appetite before even asking about the taste. Who said humans are all visual animals?
No matter what it is, even if it is a vegetable, there are advantages to looking good.
Didn’t you see that the fried yam with blueberry juice in the cafeteria of A University actually doesn’t taste as bad as what the students criticized it. It’s pretty good compared to other dark dishes in A University. It’s criticized by everyone every day just because it looks dark.
The food was ready, but Jiang Jiandang and his wife hadn't arrived yet. Jiang Jiankang reminded Jiang Weiguo with a cheeky smile: "Dad, the second brother said in the WeChat group that he and the second sister-in-law are on their way here."
"What? I, an old man, have to wait for my son to come before I can use my chopsticks?" The old man glanced at Jiang Jiankang.
"How is that possible? What are you waiting for the second brother and sister-in-law to do? Xiaofeng, let's go and serve the rice with me!" Jiang Jiankang immediately changed his mind.
At the dinner table, everyone waited for Jiang Weiming to use his chopsticks first.
The Fengjing Ding Hoof had been cut open. Jiang Weiming stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a small piece of the innermost meat, dipped it in a little sauce, and took a bite.
“The oil film of the marinade has not been removed completely.”
"It's not completely steamed and the juice hasn't penetrated."
"You shouldn't have added lilies."
Jiang Weiming picked up another fish ball and took a small bite: "The meat is not firm enough."
"You're doing your old habits again. It's the wrong time to change the situation."
Jiang Weiming scooped up a spoonful of tofu: "This is okay, but the ham you used is wrong."
It actually found a lot of faults.
"You are the only one who can detect these problems, Third Brother. Each of these little brats can't do anything but eat." Jiang Weiguo said helplessly, hating that iron cannot become steel.
Jiang Feng took a bite of Fengjing Dingho.
Delicious, nothing wrong with it.
I tried the fish balls again and they were delicious, nothing wrong with them.
I ate another piece of tofu, it was so delicious and there was nothing wrong with it.
Finally eat your own Kung Pao Chicken, hey, now you can find faults!
"This Kung Pao Chicken is made by Xiao Feng, right?" Jiang Weiming took a bite of the chicken with a smile and said, "Yes, Jiang Feng's knife skills are very good."
“The heat is okay, but the seasoning is a bit lacking.”
"Practice more."
Jiang Feng:...
Okay, Third Grandpa’s double standard is a bit serious.
But Jiang Feng has really seen the cooking talent and skills of the Jiang family of the old man's generation. Logically speaking, Jiang Weiming's taste has seriously deteriorated at this age, but he can still find so many shortcomings in Jiang Weiming's dishes with just one taste. , but Jiang Feng couldn't eat anything.
If he was asked to comment on these three dishes, he would say, delicious, really delicious, this must be too delicious.
The lack of words makes me want to cry.
If you want to be a top chef, you must first know how to eat. The reason why the old man has been angry with Jiang Jianguo for many years is because he is the best among the brothers. He has all the talents but wants to be a tailor. He first gave the old man hope and then disappointed him. It is indeed a bit reckless. means.
Jiang Feng secretly glanced at his parents.
Very good, I had a lot of fun eating Fengjing Dingtu, and neither of them had any problems eating it.
In order to show his appreciation for the old man's hard work in cooking, Jiang Jiankang ate 6 bowls of rice and Wang Xiulian ate 4 bowls of rice. If Jiang Jiandang and his wife hadn't caught up with the meal and divided up the last bit of vegetables and soup, Jiang Feng felt that His parents could at least eat two more bowls.
The old man and Jiang Weiming went into the house to talk, not wanting to see their second son who had come all the way to have a meal.
The old man almost didn't like any sons who did not inherit the Jiang family's tradition of being a cook. When the old man taught his sons, they had even planned kitchen positions for them. Who would have thought that only one of them became a cook and the other four all ran away.
You know, Jiang Jiandang has been staying in Z City these past few months. How miserable!
The old man went to City A to teach Jiang Feng. Even if he didn't like his other sons very much, Jiang Feng's uncles were all thick-skinned anyway. During dinner, they brought the whole family with them, carrying supplements, clothes, tea, and even some things they bought for the old man. They were vegetables bought from the vegetable market. It was said that I was here to visit my father as Xiaoshun. I just happened to catch up with the meal. The old man couldn't send them all away.
Moreover, the old man is a typical upright person. He says he doesn't want to see his sons. Every time he cooks, there are more than eight dishes. The rice is cooked in buckets. It doesn't look like he has not prepared any rice.
Only Jiang Jiandang and his wife had nothing to eat except during the summer vacation.
As soon as the old man came back, the couple ran to the countryside diligently, and then were driven back the same day without even a single meal.
Jiang Weiming was in the house and saw from the window that Jiang Jiankang and his wife were chatting with Jiang Jiandang and his wife outside the house. He couldn't help but smile and said: "Your two sons have such a good relationship."
"The two of them have a normal relationship, the second child has the best relationship with the eldest child, the third child has a good relationship with the fifth child, and the fourth child has a good relationship with everyone." Jiang Weiguo knew his son well.
"Not bad." Jiang Weiming sighed, thinking of his two sons, "much better than the two unsatisfactory things in my family."
The brother is jealous because he is incapable of discipline.
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