Chapter 422 Save Firewood
Grandma Jiang walked into the steamer where crabs and oranges were being steamed. She wrapped her hands in a rag and picked up the steamer. She walked in and felt the temperature inside. Then she opened the lid of the steamer and looked at the crabs and oranges in the pot. , although she couldn't see anything, she couldn't help but sigh.
"What are you doing, kid? This can also be called stew. It would be a waste if everyone followed this stew method."
Jiang Feng didn't know that Grandma Jiang, the master of rice cooking, complained about his cooking method, so he took the green onion pancakes to the lobby where tables and chairs were arranged.
Carrying the dishes and walking away from a distance, Jiang Feng looked at the lobby from a distance and felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
It's in Li Mingyi's memory!
The memory of the New Year's Eve dinner where I got the carrots. The lobby where the Li family had the New Year's Eve dinner was almost exactly the same as this one. Except that there was one missing table and the surrounding scenery changed a little, there was no difference. It's just that the New Year's Eve dinner that Jiang Feng saw in his memory was at night. It was already dark and the lights were very dim. The lobby was brightly lit and everyone was talking and laughing, but it was pitch dark and deserted outside.
What Jiang Feng didn't know was that the current lobby was the one he had seen in his memory before.
When Li Mingyi and Jiang Huiqin returned to China, they saw the dilapidation of Li's house and started rebuilding it on the basis of the original house. They abandoned most of the wing rooms, utility rooms and servant rooms, greatly reducing the area of Li's house. , but this place was left alone without being demolished and rebuilt.
This is the banquet hall of the Li family.
For Li Mingyi, this room has special meaning.
The eldest sister's wedding banquet, the second sister's wedding banquet, my own wedding banquet, even grandma's birthday banquet and the annual New Year's Eve banquet are all held here. Year after year, this place carries too many memories of Li Mingyi and Jiang Huiqin. And laughter, either true or false, true or false. Even for Li Mingyi back then, most of the people who had left him good memories here were no longer alive, and he was reluctant to let this place disappear.
So he chose to ask craftsmen to repair the place and put all the tables and chairs into the warehouse.
He hopes that one day, this place will be as lively as it once was, even if he never gets to see it again in person.
"When I was a kid, my family always had New Year's Eve dinner in that dining room." Professor Li sat in the living room and chatted with the two old men. "My mother and my brother were still there at that time, and there were only four of us in our family. In such a big city, The dining room always feels eerie when it’s late at night.”
"If my dad were still here now, he would be very happy to see the dining room so busy." Professor Li sighed.
"Uncle will definitely be happy, he likes excitement the most." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
……
Jiang Feng put the pancakes on the table and ran outside to get the takeout. The takeaway boy was waiting outside on Jiang Feng's familiar little blue car. There were three mooncakes in a large paper bag. The mooncakes were still warm, and the simple packaging was completely inconsistent with the price of the gift box.
Jiang Feng went in with the mooncakes and bumped into Comrade Wang Xiulian who was eating grapes.
"Mom, help me put these mooncakes on the plate and put them on the table. I still have food in the kitchen. Remember to leave a fresh meat mooncake for Xia Xia." Jiang Feng handed the mooncake to Comrade Wang Xiulian.
"I know." Wang Xiulian finished the mooncakes, took one out of the bag and stuffed it into her mouth.
A set of movements flowed smoothly, very smoothly.
Jiang Feng returned to the kitchen and found that the fire on his steamer had been adjusted to medium heat by Grandma Jiang.
Jiang Feng was so shocked that he quickly turned down the heat.
"Grandma, why did you adjust the heat to medium?"
"What's wrong with setting it to medium heat? Don't you want to stew it?" Grandma Jiang turned the pancakes over in the pot and turned off the heat.
A true firewood saver, even if it is a gas stove, even if it is pancakes, you can still use the stewing method to complete the last step.
"Ah?" Jiang Feng was stunned.
"Isn't that what simmering is all about, saving firewood and turning off the heat at the end." Grandma Jiang looked puzzled.
"But I need to continue cooking at a low temperature."
"Then you just turn down the heat little by little and finally turn it off." When it comes to stewing, Grandma Jiang has the most say.
Grandma Jiang looked at the cake in the pot, turned it over again, and put the lid on the pot.
"It's called stewing when you turn off the fire. What do you call stewing when you turn it on and off? It doesn't cost any firewood to light the fire." Grandma Jiang always believed that stewing is to save firewood. All stews that are not for the purpose of saving firewood are fake and fake.
Jiang Feng was stunned.
He seems to have captured the essence of braised food.
Save firewood!
That's right, it saves firewood.
The purpose of stewing is to save firewood, so naturally it depends on how to save firewood.
A true firewood saver can point out his grandson who wastes firewood in just a few words.
He wants low temperature, and wants to use time and lower temperature to blend the orange aroma and flavor with crab meat without destroying the original sweetness and sourness of the orange. He can boil the water over high heat first and increase the temperature in the pot. Let it rise, then turn to medium heat and add the crab-stuffed oranges, then turn to low heat, and finally turn off the heat.
Turn down the fire little by little, and the temperature in the pot will also drop little by little. There is no need to maintain a low temperature at all, just let it cool down little by little like when cooking rice in an earthen stove.
Jiang Feng even wanted to make another batch of crab-stuffed oranges.
It's a pity that time doesn't allow it.
Just when Jiang Feng was feeling regretful, Grandma Jiang's pancakes came out of the pan.
"How long do you have for your crab-stuffed orange?" Grandma Jiang asked, holding the cake.
"It'll only take a few minutes." Jiang Feng had already given up on the pot of crab-stuffed oranges in front of him. After turning on and off the fire several times and once on medium heat, the taste of this pot of crab-stuffed oranges was probably not very satisfactory anymore.
7 minutes later, the crab stuffed with oranges is out of the pot, and the Mid-Autumn Festival feast begins.
When Jiang Feng came out with crab-stuffed oranges, everyone was already sitting in rows at the table waiting for Jiang Weiming to cut the cannonball.
The cannonballs made by Jiang Weiming himself had to be cut by him to have a soul.
In fact, the main reason is that Jiang Weiming is the best, the cook is very good at cutting the cow, and every part can be divided into just the right parts. Top chefs use superb techniques to cut the cannonball, and the deliciousness is not just one or two points.
As Jiang Feng brought the crab-stuffed orange to the table, the knife in Jiang Weiming's hand also slashed at the cannonball.
One sword, two swords, three swords...
Squeeze in a little more lime juice.
Soon, two portions of almost equal amounts of cannonball were divided. The pig head was left on the table of the elders. As the eldest brother among the juniors, Jiang Zaide diligently served the cannonball. If conditions had not allowed, he would have even wanted to take the cannonball. Use chopsticks to serve it.
After all, the cannonball is in his hand when serving it, and it doesn’t matter whose mouth the cannonball falls into after it is served.
Ji Xia sat between Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing.
In the past, Jiang Feng took the luxurious seat between the two cousins, but now it was Ji Xia. Jiang Feng could only sit next to Wu Minqi and Jiang Shoucheng while sighing that he really had a good apprentice.
Help the master to share his worries, good disciple.
Jiang Feng's good apprentice is a little full now.
Ji Xia ate four ham mooncakes and stuffed her stomach full of meat and noodles. She now felt that she was eighty percent full.
But she can still eat two more mouthfuls of cannonball!
Ji Xia looked at the cannonball in Jiang Zaide's hand and was already sure that he would grab the piece of meat later.
You have to be quick when you strike, your aim must be accurate, you can't be half-hearted, and it's best to hit it in one hit.
Ji Xia has rehearsed many times in her mind how to pick up the food when eating with her uncles.
"Come, Xia Xia, eat moon cakes. These are fresh meat moon cakes. They are delicious when they are hot." Jiang Feng remembered that Ji Xia wanted to eat moon cakes, so he gave Ji Xia a moon cake.
Ji Xia picked up the mooncake and took a big bite.
fragrant.
Crisp.
Meat.
Just a bit supportive.
"Hiccup." Ji Xia burped.
Jiang Junlian:? ? ?
"Xia Xia, are you full?" Jiang Junlian was shocked.
"Hiccup, it seems." Ji Xia took another bite of the mooncake to make sure she was full, "I'm full."
"Did you eat something before?" Jiang Junlian, who ate four ham mooncakes with Ji Xia, didn't understand why Ji Xia felt full so quickly, "Didn't you have lunch?"
"I just ate those 4 moon cakes, and then had breakfast at 7 o'clock in the morning." Ji Xia said, very curious, "Aren't you full?"
"How can I be full? There are only 4 mooncakes, just a snack before a meal." Seeing that the cannonball was finally served, Jiang Junlian quickly stretched out her chopsticks to grab a piece of good meat for herself, "You must be in a hurry. Just drink some water and you'll be fine. I'll give you this piece of meat."
Jiang Junlian generously gave the cannonball she just grabbed to Ji Xia, joined the battlefield again, and snatched a good piece of meat from Jiang Feng's chopsticks.
Jiang Feng, who was sad to lose his lover:? ? ?
Didn't Jiang Junlian just take a piece and finish it?
Jiang Feng looked up and found that the meat that Jiang Junlian put in for the first time actually appeared in Ji Xia's bowl. He was filled with sadness and joy for a moment. He didn't know whether he should feel sad that his cousin finally grew up and knew how to share it with others, or sad that his cousin had grown up. The price is that the meat you like is gone.
"When did the relationship between Juan Lian and Xia Xia become so good?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Maybe it's because they are about the same age. Juan Lian has been talking to Xia Xia just now." Wu Minqi said, "Xia Xia doesn't have many peers here to make friends with, so it would be nice to play with Juan Lian and the others."< br>
Jiang Feng nodded.
It would be better if you don't steal the meat you like. (End of chapter)