Chapter 164 Babao Chicken
Jiang Feng finished slicing a plate of thin radish slices with satisfaction, put down the knife and prepared to stretch his muscles. He turned around and saw Jiang Weiming standing at the door.
"Hey, third grandpa, you are here. Where is my grandpa?" Jiang Feng asked.
"He's on the phone outside." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, "What are you doing?"
"Process the ingredients for lunch and evening. By the way, Third Grandpa, the theme of the 16-to-8 competition the day after tomorrow is chicken. I want to make Babao Chicken, and I will use the method of Babao Chestnut Pigeon. Do you think it will work?" Jiang Feng asked.
"I think it's pretty good." Jiang Weiming had a smile on his face.
Within two minutes, Jiang Weiguo also came in, and Jiang Feng repeated the question just now.
Jiang Weiguo was silent for a while, with a fake smile on his face, and said: "Your idea is very good, go and try it out."
Jiang Feng went to get the tender hen that had been deboned, but he couldn't help but look back at the two old men. He felt that something was strange about them.
According to the filling method of Babao Chestnut Pigeon, Jiang Feng made a "Babao Chestnut Chicken". The thickening sauce was also made from chicken bone soup, except that the pigeon was replaced by chicken. Change.
After tasting the finished product, Jiang Feng said it was a bit hard to describe.
How to put it, it's not unpalatable, but it's very disharmonious.
Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming were silent after tasting it.
It was everyone's consensus that Jiang Feng would never fail to make a dish for the first time. This was the consensus of everyone. He would get scolded by the old man in the kitchen every time, which greatly expanded the old man's vocabulary, methods and metaphors for scolding. Jiang Feng held his breath and looked at the old man's slightly unkind expression, knowing that he was going to be scolded.
The expression on Jiang Weiguo's face changed.
She put away her unkindness and dissatisfaction, turned into a fake and forced smile, and said pleasantly: "I still have some ideas for this dish."
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
"The production technique is very mature, which is worthy of recognition. However, chicken is different from pigeon meat. The meat is thicker and there is no need for pine needles at all. The tender hen stuffing is OK, but your stuffing is not fresh enough. You need more bamboo shoots and When steaming scallops, you need to add Shaoxing wine to taste, and this..."
Jiang Feng was shocked.
This is not the old man he knows!
In the past, the old man would have been polite if he kept a straight face and stopped joking. He is a complete tyrant in the kitchen, and does not want to see anything that he thinks is not good. How can he think of being so calm today? What he said must be:
"Open your eyes and see what the hell you are making. Are you feeding people? How dare you serve this kind of food to customers and sell it for money? Can't you tell the difference between chickens and pigeons? What does chicken look like?" You don’t even know what pigeon meat looks like, but you know how to cut vegetables every day. What else can you do besides chopping vegetables? Is it useful to cook them beautifully? If they don’t taste good, you’ll have to burn them! Look at your stuffing, what you mixed it with, you don’t even know how to use your brain. I’ve been teaching you for so many years. Just teach it to a pig's brain, you..."
"I think we need to add some ham." Jiang Weiming's words brought Jiang Feng back to reality.
The two old men discussed for a long time, and finally came up with the prototype of chestnut filling, and asked Jiang Feng to estimate the proportions and make it himself.
The second Babao Chicken was put on the steamer, and Wu Minqi also came to the kitchen to help. It was approaching meal time, and there were more takeout orders.
"You are on the hot search." Wu Minqi put on her apron.
Jiang Feng almost choked to death on a mouthful of saliva and said in shock: "How do you know this?"
"I just scrolled through Weibo and saw this." Wu Minqi started to look at the takeout order, "What are you going to do in the next game?"
"Make Babao chicken using the recipe of Babao chestnut pigeon." Jiang Feng poured the eggplant on the plate into the pot, "What are you going to do?"
"Kung Pao chicken, Zhang Guanghang makes French red wine braised chicken." Wu Minqi said.
"How did you know?"
"I added him as a WeChat friend last night."
Jiang Feng suddenly felt aggrieved.
I feel like you are isolating me!
"You left too early yesterday. He also wanted to add you. Can you add him? I'll share his business card with you." Wu Minqi saw that the oil in the pot was hot and began to pour the ingredients.
"Zi."
"Yes."
There were not many guests at noon today, but many people from the physics department who knew Jiang Feng came here to take a look at this physics master who had advanced to the top 16 in the country in terms of cooking skills.
During the lunch break, Ji Yue changed to watch another comedy drama. She had abandoned the previous one, and now she was extremely happy to face the new male idol.
Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi both watched with her. Jiang Feng watched for a few minutes and found it boring and went to the kitchen to practice Babao Chicken. Wu Minqi watched for another two minutes and was about to get up and leave.
"You're not going to watch anymore?" Ji Yue pressed pause and turned around to ask.
"No, I don't like watching this kind of drama." Wu Minqi said.
"I saw that you watched Mr. Zou's drama very seriously before, and you asked me about the plot." Ji Yue felt strange and glanced at the screen of her mobile phone, "Are these two dramas similar?"
"That drama is different. I'll leave first." Wu Minqi left after saying that.
Ji Yue looked at the screen with some confusion, continued playing, and murmured: "The filters are all the same, what's the difference?"
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At around nine o'clock in the evening, the kitchen was completely closed, and the eight-treasure chicken that Jiang Feng made last and was relatively successful had all gone into the stomach of Jiang Jiankang, who had only eaten two bowls of rice for dinner.
Jiang Jiankang burped and praised: "Son, yes, this one is well cooked and very tasty, but the chicken is a little fat and the fat is a little thick."
"Hiccup, add less ham, it'll be fine."
The two old men left at eight o'clock. Jiang Feng helped tidy up the tables and chairs and returned to the dormitory.
Wang Hao was sitting in his seat, typing on the WPS document. When he heard a movement at the door, he immediately saved and exited and switched to the instructional video of information optics theory, pretending to watch it.
Jiang Feng opened the door.
"Hey, Brother Feng is back!" Wang Hao said, standing up, "Oh, it's already past nine o'clock. I have to take a shower and study all day. I'm exhausted."
Jiang Feng was shocked when he saw Wang Hao's lecture video on his computer and the scratch paper on his desk. Could it be that he had really reborn and studied hard?
Isn't that "Did you Fourier transform today" actually his trumpet?
"Are you still on Weibo recently?" Jiang Feng asked calmly, "Ji Yue told me today that I was on the hot search."
"Brother Feng, you are actually on the hot search, you are awesome!" Wang Hao looked surprised, and the expression on his face did not seem to be deliberately pretending. "I get angry when I mention Weibo. Don't I have two Weibo?" The trumpet? All of them were blocked. I don’t know who the hell reported me. I’m so angry! That’s the trumpet I used to rank my goddess!”
Jiang Feng felt that he had misunderstood Wang Hao, and felt a little guilty in his heart: "Don't be angry, don't you still have a big account? I will lend you my Weibo account for ranking. It seems that my account has not been logged in for more than a year."
"Okay!" Wang Hao took the clothes and basin into the toilet.
Turning on his phone and looking at the likes and private messages he received on Weibo, Wang Hao silently changed the number "Did you Fourier transform today" to "Did you study today?"
It’s so easy to get a hot review! (End of chapter)