Chapter 201 I panicked and even cut myself
With so many days of practice, cooking rice-treasure porridge is a small case for Jiang Feng, and multitasking is not a problem at all.
I continued to cut ingredients in front of the cooking table and let the eight-treasure porridge cook slowly in the casserole. The time soon reached 10:30 in the morning.
Wu Hanxue came to the kitchen of the healthy stir-fry restaurant.
Jiang Feng panicked.
During this time, Wu Hanxue clocked in on time every day in the kitchen of the healthy restaurant and went to work to cook. Many students from University A thought that the healthy restaurant had hired a Sichuan chef, and everyone had become accustomed to his arrival.
But today is different.
In the past, Wu Hanxue's identity was the father of a good friend. Now Wu Hanxue's identity is the father of his girlfriend. Rounding it off, he is his father-in-law.
The kind who will call you the wrong dad if something goes wrong.
The spring bamboo shoots are in season now, and the store's stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat or pickled vegetables are selling like hotcakes. Jiang Feng was cutting the spring bamboo shoots when he saw Wu Hanxue walking into the kitchen, followed by Wu Minqi.
Jiang Feng was thinking quickly in his mind about what I should call him, whether he should call me Uncle Wu or Uncle Wu. Who was Wu Hanxue and Jiang Jiankang, who was older and who was younger? How should I call them? Is it possible to call them——
dad?
Isn't it a little too fast to just call me Dad? But should I call him uncle or uncle? I had always called him uncle before and there was no rebuttal from him, but Wu Hanxue didn't seem to be older than Jiang Jiankang. If he called him wrong, his impression points would be deducted and it would be embarrassing. If he didn't call him, it would be very impolite.
No, Wu Hanxue has already looked towards him.
Jiang Feng was in a panic, and the blade of the knife deviated. The spring bamboo shoots were not cut, and he was stabbed in his left hand.
"Ouch." Jiang Feng's left hand was suddenly covered in blood.
"What's wrong with you kid? You can cut your hand even if you cut a bamboo shoot!" Jiang Jiankang suddenly became anxious. Seeing the extent of the bleeding on Jiang Feng's left hand, the wound was quite large.
There is an emergency medical kit in the store, which contains iodine, gauze and cotton swabs. Ji Yue scratched her hand once before when moving the table. Wu Minqi knew the location of the medical kit and hurriedly ran to get it.
Also returning with her was Wang Xiulian.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? Who, oh, let me go, Xiaofeng, what's wrong with your hand? Did you cut it with this cut? Is the wound deep? Do you want to go to the hospital? Is your hand okay? Aren't you still there next week? What should we do now? How about we abstain?" As soon as Wang Xiulian came in, she saw Jiang Feng's bloody left hand and opened her mouth with a series of questions.
Wu Minqi opened the medical box, and Wang Xiulian took out gauze, cotton swabs and iodine, and expertly cleaned and bandaged Jiang Feng's wounds. While bandaging, she muttered: "No, why did you cut the tiger's mouth? You aimed your knife right." Where was it cut? The wound looks a bit wide. How about we go to the hospital? What if it becomes infected?"
"It's okay, Mom, the cut isn't deep." Jiang Feng could still tell whether the cut he made just now was deep or not. After all, he was practicing cooking. From small to large, he didn't even know how many cuts he had made on his left hand.
It's just that this knife is a bit harsh.
"Okay, don't chop or stir-fry the vegetables these days. Let your dad do the cutting and stir-fry, and you can concentrate on cooking your porridge." Wang Xiulian ordered, finishing the bandage.
"Why are you so careless?" Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng's bandaged left hand with some distress, "I have studied cooking for many years and now I can still cut vegetables. Fortunately, you were going to cook porridge during the finals, otherwise you would really have to Abstain.”
"It's okay. It doesn't hurt. It just looks scary. It'll be fine in two days." Jiang Feng comforted.
Deprived of the right to chop vegetables, Jiang Feng squatted by the stove and guarded the eight-treasure porridge.
Simmer over low heat for at least two hours before taking it out of the pot. Although Wu Hanxue now dislikes Jiang Feng, even if he cuts himself, he still has to admit that Jiang Feng's porridge cooking skills are really high.
He himself was ashamed of himself.
It would be great if Jiang Feng was a master of white paper. Wu's Restaurant happened to be developing white paper business recently.
Wu Hanxue was thinking as he put on an apron and picked up a kitchen knife to help Jiang Jiankang handle the ingredients.
Because he cut off his left hand, Jiang Feng was not only deprived of the right to cut vegetables, but also deprived of the right to cook. He was also deprived of the right to be a handyman in the lobby, serving dishes, closing dishes, and cleaning because he could only use one hand.
During lunch hours, everyone was so busy that they couldn't touch the floor, but Jiang Feng was more leisurely than the diners who came to eat, and he stayed by the stove cooking this crucial pot of eight-treasure porridge.
After dinner, Fang Zheng arrived quietly.
Although the two companies have agreed to cooperate, Fang Yu, the former head of Fangji Porridge Shop, the former overlord of the food street, is still unwilling to dine in the healthy stir-fry restaurant that has taken his throne. Only Fang Zheng rebelled in an instant for the sake of eating, and even The boss who became a spy lobbyist came alone.
Jiang Feng cooked a large casserole of eight-treasure porridge, which was so large that if Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian didn't perform at their best, they probably wouldn't be able to finish it.
Fang Zheng was a little confused when he saw Jiang Feng's left hand wrapped in gauze. He thought that it was fine when he came in the morning, but why was his hand injured at noon.
Did it burn while making porridge?
"The child was not careful when cutting vegetables in the morning and cut her hand because of her distraction. Her mother and I were frightened." Jiang Jiankang explained, enthusiastically scooping porridge for Fang Zheng.
"Don't be distracted when chopping vegetables. My wife often gets distracted when chopping vegetables and cuts her hands, so I don't dare to let her chop vegetables." Fang Zheng said, taking the porridge.
The temperature is right, just right in the mouth.
"Ding, complete the side mission [Fang Zheng's Appreciation] and obtain the mission reward item: the secret recipe of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Please ask Fang Zheng to get the secret recipe."
Jiang Feng:? ? ?
You have to rely on yourself to get the mission rewards, so I want your crappy game to be of no use!
Jiang Feng hesitated, what should he say?
Master Fang, I would like to ask you what are your tips for making preserved egg and lean meat porridge?
Master Fang, can you teach me how to make a preserved egg and lean meat porridge?
Master Fang, I encountered a problem this morning when I was making preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Could you please give me some advice?
Jiang Feng was drafting something in his mind, but Fang Zheng spoke first.
"Xiao Feng, I called you right, it should be this name." After receiving Jiang Feng's affirmative nod, Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "emmm, I would like to ask, which brand of osmanthus sugar you added to the eight-treasure porridge is?"
As expected of a master chef with more than 20 years of experience in making porridge, you can tell in one bite that the osmanthus sugar in the eight-treasure porridge is different from those sold on the market.
Fang Zheng felt a little embarrassed as soon as he asked. He could tell that this eight-treasure porridge tasted so good. In addition to Jiang Feng's superb porridge cooking skills, there was also the addition of osmanthus sugar, but this kind of thing is usually not something that other people use when making porridge. It was really against the rules for him to ask about the secret recipe so rashly.
There is even some suspicion that Jiang Feng is a junior who is ignorant.
"If it's not convenient to say, there's no need to say it. I'm just asking casually. You don't necessarily need to know." Fang Zheng quickly made amends, fearing that Jiang Feng would be embarrassed.
"It's not inconvenient. My dad bought it at the commercial street next to the University of Finance and Economics. An old man made it at home. I have the old man's WeChat account. He also sells osmanthus candy on WeChat. If Master Fang needs it, I can give it to you." Jiang Feng said, "By the way, there is a jar of osmanthus candy in the refrigerator. Do you need it, Master Fang?"
"Thank you so much." Fang Zheng was ecstatic.
Jiang Feng led Fang Zheng to the back kitchen to get osmanthus candy. As he walked, he was thinking about what to say and asked about the secret of making preserved egg and lean meat porridge.
Wouldn't it be rude to ask directly?
However, he also told Fang Zheng the secret of making eight-treasure porridge. This should be regarded as a courtesy!
Jiang Feng was troubled in his heart.
"The preserved egg and lean meat porridge you cooked this morning—" Jiang Feng was still hesitating about what to ask, but Fang Zheng delivered it directly to his door.
"Huh?"
Happiness comes too suddenly.
"When you turn off the heat, drop a little sesame oil, let it simmer for three minutes and then stir evenly. The taste will be better." Fang Zheng said.
This is the secret of Founder's preserved egg and lean meat porridge for so many years, and I never pass it on to outsiders easily.
Jiang Feng's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to try it now.
"You can try it this afternoon. If you have any questions, come to Fangji Porridge Shop to see me." Fang Zheng said.
He had a smile on his face that made him a teacher.
The secret recipe for preserved egg and lean meat porridge, get it! (End of chapter)