Chapter 85 Good Legs
The next day, Jiang Feng started his daily cooking practice during the winter vacation.
Jiang Weiming also became one of the instructors. Together with Jiang Weiguo, two giant Buddhas watched Jiang Feng practice cooking in the kitchen.
"I'm old, I'm old, the fire is too strong. Can't you feel the food you cooked? It's only been a few days since you cooked. You can't even fry vegetables anymore?" Jiang Weiguo is definitely a tyrant in the kitchen, roaring Jiang Feng was so angry that he didn't dare to express his anger.
"What are you doing if you are timid? Can you get a good deal like this? If you fail, start over!"
This is already the seventeenth plate of vegetables that Jiang Feng has thrown out this morning.
Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli washed two large baskets of vegetables in the morning, enough for Jiang Feng to fry them all day.
There is nothing else in the countryside, just enough food. Green vegetables, potatoes, sweet potatoes, etc. are all good ingredients for cooking. The village is close to the town, and the town's vegetable market will definitely be able to handle it if the fields are cleared.
If Jiang Feng can really train the vegetables in the market to perfection, then he is not far away from becoming a master.
Learning to cook is the same as learning English. Feeling is very important. If you don’t feel it, it’s okay. Just practice. As you practice, you will feel it. Just like Jiang Wengsheng, who has such a poor talent for cooking, but after practicing for forty years, Liu Qian will still say that the dishes she cooks are delicious.
"Xiao Feng is just like you when you were a child. The only problem is that you can't find feelings." Jiang Weiming watched Jiang Feng practice cooking and was filled with emotion.
"How old was I at that time? I was less than ten years old. It was normal for me not to feel anything. He is already twenty years old, and he has the same problem as me when I was a child. Is that right?" Jiang Weiguo snorted dissatisfied.
"It's different now. At that time, we just had to find a teacher who could read for an hour a day. They had to go to school, work, and be decent. Our industry was tiring and hard, and it wasn't as popular as before. Xiaofeng was willing to learn, Just have fun." Jiang Weiming said, "That's right. If you give him a good foundation, he won't be bad in the future."
Jiang Weiguo's expression softened a lot, and he said with a bit of relief in his tone: "Of my four grandsons, he was the only one who persisted in dropping the sandbag at the beginning. He didn't improve any of his basic skills. He did it for seven years and one year. There are three left. It looks very strong, but it doesn’t work at all. It makes me feel tired every time.”
Jiang Feng was on the other side, staring at the cooking pot with all his attention, and didn't hear the old man's whispered words. Otherwise, he would know that the old man did not think that his thin arms had no strength and made him hang on a sandbag for a year, but that among the four grandchildren, he was the most honest when he was a child, and the other three brothers and cousins all knew how to cheat.
"Go out for a walk?" Jiang Weiguo suggested.
"Okay."
"Xiao Feng, you cook ten more dishes, and then take a break. Your third grandfather and I will go for a walk in the village and have a good time cooking. I'll come back to check!" Jiang Weiguo said loudly.
"Okay, Grandpa!" Jiang Feng turned off the heat and took out the vegetables.
"You're old again. Look at what you cooked. I fed it to the pigs and made my pig thin." Jiang Weiguo didn't forget to curse before leaving.
After Dahua was slaughtered, Grandma Jiang was afraid that the other two pigs in the pig pen would be lonely, so she bought two more piglets. Anyway, she had to kill another pig for the New Year. After a while, there were still three pigs in the pig pen.
The two new pigs have been raised by Grandma Jiang for several months. Grandma Jiang's pig-raising skills are obviously not as good as the old man's. If they are not raised well, they are not as good as Dahua, which has been made into various pork dishes. The old man no longer loves the four pigs in the pig pen so much. If Dahua was still there, he would definitely be reluctant to let them eat Jiang Feng's fried vegetables.
"Third brother, do you want to bring your two sons over to have dinner with them during the Chinese New Year, or can we go there?" Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming wandered around the village.
"They, I'm afraid they don't want to come over. My youngest son hasn't come back to see me in almost ten years, so there's no need to come back. I forgot to tell the boss. I'll give him a call when I get back and talk to him. Tell me." Jiang Weiming didn't want to mention his children.
He didn't want to say it, and Jiang Weiguo didn't ask.
The two of them walked around slowly and unknowingly came to the fish pond in the village. The fish pond was contracted by everyone in the village. The cost was shared equally. It was occasionally taken care of. If anyone wanted to catch fish, they could just do it themselves. .
Jiang Weiguo saw two familiar figures by the fish pond.
Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang, two nimble fat men, squatted by the fish pond and fished for fish with a net bag each. From time to time, they pointed at the fish pond and picked things.
Jiang Weiguo couldn't control the veins on his head.
His two sons couldn't find anyone early in the morning, so they came to catch fish together while they were bored.
"What are you two little bastards doing for a living?" Jiang Weiguo scolded.
Jiang Jiankang was so excited when he heard the old man's voice that he almost pulled his second brother and fell into the fish pond together.
"Dad." Jiang Jiankang forced a smile, "My second brother and I are fishing for fat-headed fish. We didn't see any good ones at the vegetable market before. I want to see if there are any in the fish pond."
"Why did you two buy the fat-headed fish?" Jiang Weiguo asked.
"Yesterday Xiaofeng said that my third uncle was going to make minced pepper fish head for me today. If we don't have the ingredients at home, my second brother and I will definitely buy them." Jiang Jiankang said.
Jiang Weiguo:......
If these two people in front of him were not his biological children, he really wanted to kick them into the fish pond.
It turned out that he was a little partial to the eldest son because he was very talented, but he didn't make anyone hungry. Each of his sons grew fat from childhood to adulthood, so how come they all wanted to eat as much as if they didn't have enough to eat all day long? .
Jiang Weiguo looked at his two sons with an unkind expression.
Jiang Weiming laughed and came out to smooth things over: "I did tell Xiaofeng on the way here yesterday that the party and Jiankang are interested."
"Third brother, they are just messing around, just don't hear them."
"It's okay. I'll cook you a table of Sichuan cuisine sometime, so you can taste it and find faults." Jiang Weiming said.
"Then I don't dare to find fault with you, third brother." Jiang Weiguo said, ignoring his two sons and walking away with Jiang Weiming.
When the two old men walked away, Jiang Jiankang took the net bag and asked: "Second brother, are we still fishing for fat-headed fish?"
Jiang Jiandang thought for a while: "My dad has already scolded me anyway, let's fish it out, maybe we can catch it!"
Jiang Jiankang thought this was reasonable, and the two brothers fished for the fat-headed fish again.
"Don't scold them all the time. It's good that my nephews are filial at their age." Jiang Weiming advised, "My two sons are not as filial as my apprentice."
"Find some time to meet your apprentice?"
"After the New Year, you can also go to Shu when you have time. I still have a few old colleagues who I haven't contacted for many years. They are better than me, and their children and grandchildren will strive to inherit their father's business, especially Old Man Wu's granddaughter. I was born to eat this bowl of rice, I will take you to get to know him," Jiang Weiming said.
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Jiang Feng finished frying the ten plates of vegetables prescribed by the old man and sat on a chair in the kitchen to rest.
Counting these ten dishes, he had fried twenty-eight dishes of green vegetables, and his hands were numb from shaking the spoon.
Jiang Feng now doesn't want to engage in any activities that require hands-on participation, including playing with mobile phones.
"Xiao Feng, the pig is barking. It must be hungry. Go and feed the pig!" Grandma Jiang shouted from the next room.
"Okay, grandma!" Jiang Feng responded loudly, rubbed his wrist, poured the vegetables in the swill bucket into the pig food bucket, mixed it with the pig grass, and carried it to the pig pen to feed the pigs.
Two big pigs and two little pigs stared at the bucket in Jiang Feng's hand, groaning and barking.
Jiang Feng poured the pig food into the trough, and four pigs swarmed over.
The pig names are all given by Grandma Jiang. Except for the big flower that has been slaughtered, the remaining two big pigs are called Erhua and Sanhua respectively, and the two smaller ones are called Sihua and Wuhua respectively. They are all named according to their weight. If the third flower can catch up to the latecomers, it can also be renamed the second flower.
But Sanhua probably won’t have this chance.
Erhua doesn't like to move, she can eat and sleep, and most of her body is fat. The three flowers are different. Although they are not as good as the big flowers, they still exercise regularly and look quite strong. This year's New Year Pig is probably the three flowers.
Those hind legs would be great for making ham!
"Sanhua, how do you think my fried vegetables went?" Jiang Feng looked at Sanhua.
The third flower buried its head in the food, and kicked the second flower with its strong hind legs. What a great leg!
Thank you to the dead house for the reward of 10,000 starting coins! Thank you Wen Gu for the reward of 500 starting coins, thank you for the reward of 300 starting coins for Let’s Learn Dog Barking, and thank you SAMA for the reward of 100 starting coins
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