Chapter 143 Thoughts
Jiang Feng prepared at least twenty different sauces in the afternoon alone.
Everyone's taste is different. It will be similar, but not exactly the same. Sun Guanyun only asked Jiang Feng to mix three kinds of sauces, so the types of sauces must be carefully selected.
While cooking in the kitchen, Jiang Feng had been absent-minded, his mind occupied with the sauces prepared this afternoon.
A series of seasonings such as light soy sauce, salt, monosodium glutamate, vinegar, minced garlic, chili, sesame oil, sesame oil, pepper oil, etc. were all swirling in his mind. It was like a simulated kitchen in his brain, with a row of small dishes. Two spoons of light soy sauce, one spoon of vinegar, and two drops of sesame oil.
Jiang Feng had the sauce in his head and stir-fried vegetables in his hands, maximizing his multitasking and almost overturned.
Wu Minqi grabbed Jiang Feng's hand that was about to dig out salt: "You just added salt."
"Oh." Jiang Feng withdrew his hand, thinking about adding sesame oil to plate one.
"No, the peppercorn oil smells a bit strong, I should add two drops of vinegar." Jiang Feng murmured.
Wu Minqi glanced at the stir-fried cauliflower in Jiang Feng's pot:?
"Uncle Jiang, braised prawns in oil, are there any more shrimps?" Ji Yue shouted at the door of the kitchen.
"No more, we won't sell anything about shrimp!" Jiang Jiankang shouted back.
"One spoonful of light soy sauce, one piece of ginger slices and coriander... No, you can't put coriander. The coriander smell is too strong and will cover up the original taste of the shrimp." Around Jiang Feng, his hands kept moving, taking out the pot, taking out the pot, holding the plate and putting it behind him. On the table at the door of the kitchen, "The stir-fried cauliflower is ready!"
Then he turned around and walked back slowly, took a plate of sliced winter melon, grabbed a small handful of minced meat, and returned to his pot.
"Add minced garlic, and then drop sesame oil. No, sesame oil is better. No, sesame oil is better." Jiang Feng picked up the oil pot and started pouring the oil.
Jiang Jiankang looked at Jiang Feng with a complicated expression.
This familiar feeling was the same last time Jiang Feng cooked mushroom soup as if he was possessed.
But...
Jiang Jiankang sprinkled a small handful of green onions into the pot and began to stir-fry.
The mushroom soup was so delicious before that his biological father tasted every pot. When I made boiled shrimp this afternoon, he smelled it delicious while preparing the ingredients in the kitchen, but his son didn't expect him.
Unfilial son!
Jiang Jiankang shook the spoon vigorously, as if he had a sworn hatred for the pot in front of him.
He wanted to see if Jiang Feng would think of him as his biological father tomorrow!
Wu Minqi took the mapo tofu out of the pot and glanced at Jiang Feng and Jiang Jiankang.
She always felt that Jiang Feng and Uncle Jiang were acting strangely tonight, and the atmosphere was very subtle.
Had a quarrel?
Not understanding what was going on between father and son, Wu Minqi put Mapo Tofu on the table, called Ji Yue, and went back to cooking.
After working in the kitchen, eating dinner, and helping to clean up, Jiang Feng returned to the dormitory.
He had already remixed all the sauces he had prepared this afternoon in his mind, and started to prepare new ones while cleaning up the kitchen.
"Half a spoonful of vinegar, no, it's a bit too much, a quarter spoonful, plus a spoonful of light soy sauce and a half spoonful of dark soy sauce..." Jiang Feng was also muttering on the way back to the dormitory. He passed by the track and field and happened to catch up with the end of the night run. Wang Hao.
No, it should be Wang Hao who was eating barbecue after a night run.
Wang Hao quickly stuffed the last mutton skewer into his mouth, pretending to say hello as if nothing had happened: "Oh, Brother Feng, what a coincidence, the store closed very early today!"
Jiang Feng was adding a little millet pepper to the plate: "Is the track and field selling barbecue now?"
"...No, I ordered takeout, no, it was someone else's order. I just took a bite and ate one." Wang Hao wiped the oil from his mouth.
The lights on the track and field were broken again, people trying to lose weight were running at night, and young lovers in love were sitting on the grass in the middle, making love to each other.
With dim vision, Jiang Feng didn't see the oil on Wang Hao's mouth and believed his lies. He put the last two drops of sesame oil in his mind, and a pile of salty and sour virtual sauce was ready.
"Do you usually eat boiled shrimp?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Boiled shrimp, what kind of shrimp?" Wang Hao was confused.
"It's just boiled shrimps dipped in sauce. What kind of sauce do you like?" Jiang Feng explained.
"Hey, what did I think it was? Isn't this the kind of shrimp that is served at banquets in hotels? It's so complex and boiled, so I thought it was grilled. What other flavors does the sauce have? Isn't it just soy sauce with a little vinegar? , It’s not delicious, it’s better to eat the shrimp directly.” Wang Hao said.
Jiang Feng: "..."
The angle is tricky and there is nothing to say.
Jiang Feng continued to prepare new sauces in his head.
The entire journey was silent.
Wang Hao was looking at his phone all the way and didn't notice anything was wrong with Jiang Feng. When he arrived at the door of the dormitory, he said, "Hey, Brother Feng, the second place in the Hangzhou Division has a pretty good selfie. The organizer is really unkind. , posted such an ugly photo.”
Jiang Feng ignored him, or to be precise, he didn't hear him. He was debating whether to add minced garlic or minced garlic.
Wang Hao called out again, but Jiang Feng still didn't hear him.
Wang Hao looked up and saw Jiang Feng's expression, which was obviously distracted and thinking about something, and couldn't help but feel a little thumped in his heart.
This state is simply not too familiar.
The mushroom soup in those days was simply a nightmare that Wang Hao couldn't get rid of.
"Um, Brother Feng, what have you been studying recently..." Wang Hao patted Jiang Feng to draw his attention to him, and then said, "Are you studying some dishes recently?"
There was bitterness in the smile.
"I didn't study the dish. I was just thinking about how to pair it with the sauce for boiled shrimp." Jiang Feng said.
Wang Hao silently took out his mobile phone and sent a string of "Gu Gu Gu" to Ji Yue.
Ji Yue, who was happily drawing in the small single room she rented:? ? ?
How could this Wang Hao imitate himself and become a pigeon spirit?
……
The next day, Jiang Feng went to the store early.
Breakfast is covered noodles. This noodle is named after Jiang Jiankang. The leftovers from last night are randomly stir-fried to make the noodles and covered with noodles, which can effectively prevent the situation of eating leftovers for lunch.
Yesterday's leftovers were minced eggplant without minced meat, egg ham without ham and half a plate of beans.
Jiang Jiankang put most of the eggs and eggplants into Wang Xiulian's bowl, and the rest was his own. All the beans were given to Jiang Feng to show his dissatisfaction that he was not included in the test dish.
He usually gives Jiang Feng at least one or two pieces of meat!
However, Jiang Feng didn't notice it at all. He finished breakfast normally and started studying the sauce.
The three old men came early, before eight o'clock.
Jiang Weiguo was wearing Valentino's spring new model and demonstrated to Sun Guanyun at the door of the store: "Although my grandson's talent in tasting food is not good, his understanding is first-class. Be mentally prepared. I'm afraid you will be embarrassed to the point of embarrassment later."
Sun Guanyun, wearing Versace's new model, was not to be outdone, and snorted coldly: "Let's wait until your grandson realizes it. The old guy is not ashamed to brag."
Jiang Weiming stood in the middle with a set of Uniqlo's discounted models from last year and acted as peacemaker: "Okay, okay, what are you two arguing about Xiaofeng's ingredients? Just punish him when he doesn't do it right."
Jiang Feng was using a toothpick to devein shrimps in the kitchen. When he looked up, he saw three smiling old men.
Jiang Weiguo's smile contained murderous intent.
Sun Guanyun smiled provocatively.
Jiang Weiming smiled as he watched a show.
Jiang Feng:?
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