Chapter 421 Do you call this stew?
At 3:17 p.m., the dishes began to arrive on the table.
Jiang Weiguo's dishes were all finished, and Jiang Weiming's cannonball was in the final stage. Jiang Jiankang came in and fried some pickled vegetables and left quickly. Jiang Feng's seven portions of eight-treasure chestnut pigeon were all brought out just now, with only the crab left. The stuffed oranges are still simmering slowly in the pot.
Shredded yam is a table-top dessert, so you don’t have to make it in a hurry.
Jiang Feng used the earth stove to stew things in Li's house in the afternoons to get a feel for it, and used the gas stove to stew things at home in the evenings to take notes. His cooking skills have been improving steadily. Although he is still not very good, he has also figured out something - earth stove After pondering some experiences, I still found nothing about gas stoves.
The two old men had already left. Jiang Weiming had soiled his clothes and needed to get a new one. Jiang Feng looked at him and felt relieved when he handed the cannonball to Jiang Feng. As a result, Jiang Feng was the only one left in the kitchen guarding the gas stove. He was looking at the notes he had recorded in the past few days on his mobile phone, and wasted no time turning the gas stove on and off.
The crab-stuffed orange has only been in the pan for 5 minutes, and Jiang Feng has turned it on and off twice.
Outside the house, the younger members of the Jiang family are all here. Even Jiang Shoucheng, who was supposed to be on duty at the hospital, is here. In order to be able to eat today's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, he changed shifts with Lao Sun. This also means that he will have to go to the hospital next week. Worked night shift for three consecutive days.
For the sake of love, Jiang Shoucheng, who ate broccoli every day until he was so haggard that he only had 200 kilograms and soon might not even have 200 kilograms, raised his head and glanced longingly at the man not far away. The two antique tables were filled with dishes, and people began to count.
"Uncle, third uncle, Brother De, grandpa, third grandpa, Xiaofeng... Xiaofeng is in the kitchen, grandma, eh, where is grandma?" Jiang Shoucheng was surprised to find that Grandma Jiang was not here.
"What are you looking for?" Jiang Zaide took the snowskin mooncake given to him by his fifth aunt and ate half of it in one bite.
The taste is okay, but it's a pity that it didn't come from the freezer. Jiang Zaide said that he prefers refrigerated snow-skin mooncakes. The frozen ones are better and he can bite them easily.
"Brother De, have you seen grandma? Hey, where did you get this mooncake?" Jiang Shoucheng's attention was attracted by the snowskin mooncake in Jiang Zaide's hand.
"Grandma seems to have gone to the kitchen. Isn't she going to make chive pancakes today?" Jiang Zaide opened his mouth and put the remaining half of the snowskin mooncake into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, "Aunt Five gave it to me. , it’s time to eat soon. Please eat less mooncakes. I just picked up a small one to try. Aunt Wu came back with some. If you want to eat the mooncakes in your suitcase, you can take some to the hospital, but it seems that Fifth Aunt didn’t bring ham mooncakes this time. I just looked for a box of ham and didn’t see any. Maybe she didn’t bring them, or maybe she didn’t. At Juan Lian’s place, I just saw a lot of mooncakes piled up there.”
The ham mooncakes that Jiang Zaide couldn't find were all at Ji Xia's place. Jiang Junlian is a person who is very keen on unpacking. The four large boxes of ham mooncakes she brought to Ji Xia have been unpacked until only a single mooncake is left, and all the outer packaging has been thrown into the trash can.
"This is a ham mooncake from southern Yunnan. The ham inside is all lean meat. I like this brand the best. My uncle brings me a lot of mooncakes like this every Mid-Autumn Festival! And this one, although the packaging of this brand's mooncakes is very Ugly, but the mooncakes are quite delicious. The bread inside is full of meat, but it’s a bit salty after eating too much.” Jiang Junlian began to enthusiastically introduce her favorite mooncakes to the good sister she had just recognized, “You must try this, and this, and this, you must. Eat more.”
Ji Xia was caught off guard and Jiang Junlian stuffed him with a bunch of mooncakes.
Ji Xia had never eaten ham mooncakes before, and she didn't even know that something that looked very similar to sesame cakes was actually a mooncake. When Jiang Feng ordered Babao Zhai's moon cakes to be taken out, he stuffed Ji Xia with a moon cake, but he didn't tell Ji Xia that it was a moon cake. Ji Xia always thought that what she ate that day was a delicious, sweet, meatless sesame cake.
Ji Xia opened the mooncake and took a bite.
Mouth full of meat.
Meat.
Salty.
The grains are distinct and plump. The salty ham flavor fills every corner of the mouth, complementing the pastry. One is salty, the other is light. The combination is just right in the mouth. The meaty flavor is everywhere where the tongue touches. This feeling of eating meat is Ji Xia's favorite and the most enjoyable.
Ji Xia narrowed her eyes happily.
Since she became a disciple of Jiang Feng, she has been able to eat many different kinds of meat every day, but she never gets tired of it. Whether it is pork, chicken, duck, fish, mutton or some other meat, as long as it is meat Ji Xia likes them all.
But Ji Xia didn't dare to eat meat all the time, even though she knew that most of her master's family members were just as fond of meat as she was, and she had even seen with her own eyes what it was like to have gods fight at the dinner table, and what it was like to have chopsticks create the effect of swords and swords in their hands. But Ji Xia was still a little cautious when eating.
Over the years, when she ate in the school cafeteria, whether she could eat meat in the flower soup all depended on the mood of the auntie. When she ate beef noodles in Master Liang's noodle shop, she was too embarrassed to scoop out a lot of beef. Whether she could eat meat at home all depended on her. According to her mother's mood, if her mother was in a good mood and Ji Xia could pick up two chopsticks, she would start from the third chopstick and accuse Ji Xia of being ignorant and not knowing how to leave good things to her father. It was not as good as the clichéd accusations like Ji Xue.
Gradually, Ji Xia developed a habit of only holding two chopsticks of meat at most when eating.
The only time during the New Year is when Ji Xia can eat meat freely, but it can't last for a few days. Ji Xia can't stay at her grandma's house throughout the New Year. For Ji Xia, her grandmother was the only one who would give her meat to eat more.
Now there's one more.
Jiang Junlian was constantly stuffing her with ham mooncakes.
Ji Xia could only eat one after another, four in one go, one each of four different brands of ham mooncakes. Jiang Junlian ate with her beside her. Not only did she eat, Jiang Junlian also shared with Ji Xia what she had eaten before. mooncakes.
"Xia Xia, let me tell you, I ate a mustard salmon mooncake the year before last. The taste was simply amazing."
"You can feel the crispy crust of the mooncake in your mouth, and after you bite it, your mouth will be overwhelmed by the slight smell of mustard. What follows is the rich and unique fatty aroma of salmon, driven by the taste of seaweed in your mouth. Jumping in. When you chew carefully, you will even find elastic and sweet fish roes washed ashore by the waves of seaweed and salmon.”
"Ah, that smell!"
Jiang Junqing, who was standing nearby and didn't want to eat mooncakes but just wanted to eat quickly:...
Sister, please wake up. The Chinese test has passed and you don’t need to write any more essays.
Before, we were just one Ji Xia or my brother's apprentice, but now we have just been eating cakes together for a few months and become Xia Xia, Xia Xia's name.
Ha, twin sister.
On the other side, Grandma Jiang is making pancakes in the kitchen.
For chive pancakes, one plate uses shallots and the other plate uses scallions. The one with shallots is sprinkled with sesame seeds and the one with scallions is not sprinkled with sesame seeds.
Jiang Feng and Grandma Jiang each share a pot, Jiang Feng stews crabs stuffed with oranges, and Grandma Jiang pancakes, which is very harmonious.
Soon, this harmony was broken by a call from the delivery boy.
"Grandma, I'm going to get a takeaway. Please help me look at the pot here." Jiang Feng asked Grandma Jiang for help.
"What's in your pot?" Grandma Jiang had just baked a plate of scallion pancakes and handed the plate to Jiang Feng. "By the way, take this plate of pancakes out and bring it to your grandfather's table."
"I'm going to braise crabs stuffed with oranges. Please take a look at it for me. I'll be back in two minutes." Jiang Feng took the cake and ran out.
Grandma Jiang looked at Jiang Feng's pot, looked at the small fire on the pot, and then thought about Jiang Feng's action of turning the fire on and off just now.
Xiaofeng calls this stew? stew?
Can this also be called stew? ? ?
Also.
(End of chapter)