Chapter 436 The First Flavor (Additional update for the Paper Cup Leader in the Paper Box!) (Two chapters in one!)
During lunch, Jiang Feng keenly noticed that something was wrong with Wang Hao.
He was so silent that he didn't even blow a rainbow fart when faced with Jiang Jiankang's pickled vegetable fried rice.
How could anyone in this world refuse to be impressed by Ji Yue's mother's pickles? !
"Haozi, Haozi." Jiang Feng bumped Wang Hao with his elbow while holding his portion of pickled fried rice.
The store was too busy during the National Day. The chef who was responsible for preparing today's employee dishes had no intention of cooking, and the diners also had no intention of eating. Jiang Jiankang's ability to fry a pot of pickled fried rice just for Jiang Feng and the others was already a symbol of father's love.
"Ah?" Wang Hao came back to his senses.
"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Feng asked, "You are restless."
"I'm thinking about the plot." Wang Hao looked serious.
"Plot?"
"Brother Feng, let me tell you. You see, there is such a dish. When a person eats it, all his happiness will be sucked away, leaving only sadness and pain. Therefore, people who eat this dish will feel... I couldn't help but cry loudly. But this dish itself has a special magic, just like poppy flowers, you can't help but eat them even though you know they are poisonous, so those who eat them will become thinner and withered, and eventually become sluggish. Die slowly ”
"The villain tried to use such a dish to rule the world, but our protagonist, the villain's friend, discovered his conspiracy, so the game between the two began, and a story about redemption and justice began here."
Jiang Feng:...
"Is this dish called Li Hongzhang Chowder?"
"That's right, eh, no, Brother Feng, I don't mean that, don't do it. Brother Feng, we are so familiar with each other. If you take this, it will be a stranger. Who of us is following the other? Put down the rolling pin and we have something to discuss. I Just think about it, this dish doesn’t have to be called Li Hongzhang’s chowder. It can be called Liu Hongzhang’s chowder. No, no, it’s called chowder. Brother Feng, please don’t..."
"Brother Feng, spare your life!"
"The dog thief looks at the staff!"
Jiang Jiankang, who watched everything:...
Alas, the older my son gets, the less he worries. Even at this age, he is still acting like a child. He runs off to play with his friends before finishing his meal.
Jiang Jiankang silently picked up the pickled fried rice that Jiang Feng had just put down, and decided to help his son finish the meal.
What a good father he is!
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In the next few days, Wang Hao stayed in Box 17 as a temporary waiter. He stood at the door of the box every day to conceive plots and occasionally serve dishes. He would eat at the appointed time and leave at the right time. His life was very leisurely, so leisurely that it made him feel Otherwise, he had the terrible idea of staying in Brother Feng's restaurant and working as a waiter. Wang Hao also took the opportunity to learn about the special dishes of Tai Feng Restaurant, which laid a solid foundation for eating here in the future.
Jiang Weiming's wife, son, daughter-in-law and grandson all came to see him in Peiping. Jiang Weiming gave him a National Day holiday and let him take his family out to have fun. He picked up the spatula from the chef who dropped it randomly. It has become a regular drop of the chef during the National Day.
The third brother has all dropped, naturally Jiang Weiguo can no longer drop randomly, and has joined the team with fixed drops. When the diners saw that the two head chefs who had been absent from the ordering system for many years suddenly came online, and they came online every day, their eyes widened, and they wished they could sleep in Tai Feng Building with their blankets.
You said expensive?
We have all come to Tai Feng House to eat, and we don’t need this little money!
You said the wait was long?
What we have is time. During the National Day, there is not much else but more time. Isn’t it just over an hour? We can afford to wait, even from morning to night!
Even if Jiang Weiming can't cook a few dishes in a day, up to twenty dishes are still relatively easy dishes that only test his skills. For example, fried double crispy dishes don't take more than two minutes from start to finish, and most diners are willing to wait.
If you can't wait until the second day on the first day, you can continue to wait.
Throughout the National Day, the business in Tai Feng Building was as booming as the cafeteria at University A when the semester first started - only 3 of the 9 cafeterias were open, and 2 of them were terrible. Tai Feng Building was the remaining cafeteria.
In this regard, Ling Guangzhao, who launched a series of white snacks on the first day of National Day, preparing to avenge Babaozhai's shame and become the most dazzling restaurant in Peiping during the entire National Day, said:
Where is my guest? Where have all my guests gone? Which store stole my customers? ? ?
October 7 was the last day of the National Day holiday. The passenger flow of Tai Feng Building increased instead of decreasing. Jiang Weili also ended his vacation early and returned to work in the kitchen.
Jiang Weili's wife, son, daughter-in-law and grandson booked a flight for this afternoon. The four of them decided to have dinner at Tai Feng Building at noon today and be Jiang Weili's guests.
At the strong request of Jiang Weisheng's grandson Jiang Pan, Ji Yue arranged for them a table for four closest to the food-passing window. Although Jiang Pan couldn't see Jiang Wenshi in the back kitchen, he could get a glimpse of the back kitchen through this small window.
"Grandma, is grandpa cooking for us inside?" Jiang Pan, who was in elementary school, sat restlessly on the chair, always wanting to run to the small window to see if he could see grandpa inside through the window.
"Grandpa is cooking for others. Today we will not eat the food cooked by your grandfather, but the food cooked by your grandfather's master." Zhang Li pinned Jiang Pan on the chair and did not give him a chance to escape.
"Mom, Master Jiang is almost a hundred years old, right? Why is he still cooking?" Jiang Chao, Jiang Weili's son, was a little puzzled.
"Your dad is in his sixties and still runs away from home." Zhang Li sneered.
Jiang Chao:......
Zhang Li suddenly laughed: "Why do you think Master Jiang accepted your father as his apprentice when he was so talented? Master Jiang was one of the best chefs in the provincial capital back then. Any leader or foreign guest who came over would ask Master Jiang by name." The one who holds the spoon. If he likes your dad, he just likes cooking.”
"But dad..." Jiang Chao actually came to Peking this time to persuade Jiang Weixian to go home. In his opinion, being a chef is a hard job. Jiang Weixian is already sixty-three years old, so why bother staying away from home? Suffer this.
Wouldn't it be nice to enjoy peace and quiet at home? If you want to cook, you can cook it at home. He, his wife, and Panpan can eat more if they work hard.
It's a pity that Jiang Chao never found a chance to speak when he saw Jiang Wengwei so happy these days.
He was leaving in the afternoon, and Jiang Chao planned to talk to Jiang Wengshi about this matter after lunch.
"Are you trying to tell your dad to stop messing around when he's already old?" Zhang Li looked at Jiang Chao. She knew very well what her son was thinking. Although she didn't usually like to talk, she still knew many things. of.
"That's not what I meant. The main thing is, dad, there is no need. You have to come to Peking if you want to cook and you can't do it. It's so tiring to be a chef. It's not easy in the hot summer and winter, and the oil smoke is heavy and it's not easy to eat three meals." "I'm also worried about his health. How can he be like he was when he was young now that he's older?" What Jiang Chao said is not unreasonable.
Zhang Li shook her head: "It's not like you don't know what your dad has wanted all these years. In the early years, he followed Master Jiang in a state-owned hotel, and his starting point was much higher than that of an ordinary cook. Later, the state-owned hotel closed down. Master Liao Jiang found your dad a job as a chef in an ordinary restaurant. Although he is a chef, your dad always wants to work in a big hotel or restaurant, even if he can't be a chef, it would be better to work as a small worker. "
"Your dad has no talent, and he is unwilling to do nothing all his life. He always wants to make some fame so that he can be worthy of being Master Jiang's apprentice. I know your dad has always had regrets, so he has been tinkering with this and that all day long in the past few years. I have never Don't even say it, I didn't say anything when he ran away from home and came to Peiping. I thought at first that he would come back if he hit a wall. Unexpectedly, your father was lucky. This restaurant was owned by Master Jiang's brother and he left. The back door remains.”
Zhang Li picked up the water and took a sip: "Since your dad has this luck, this is also his fate. He has seized the opportunity when it comes. Why do you want him to go back? You have also seen it these days, your dad Are you tired? Are you not feeling well? He is doing very well, even better than he did during those years at home. He just can't stand idle. Anyway, Master Jiang is here. It turns out that your grandparents couldn't control him. Only Master Jiang can cure him, and your father is the best. Listen to Master Jiang.”
"Baby, just relax, your mother and I don't care about what you are doing all day long when you have nothing to do."
Jiang Weili's daughter-in-law nodded in agreement.
Even after Zhang Li said this, Jiang Chao still didn't give up the idea of letting Jiang Weili go home, and made up his mind to talk to Jiang Wengshi about it later.
Jiang Pan raised his head and listened to his grandma and dad saying a lot of things that he basically couldn't understand. When Zhang Li finished speaking, he couldn't wait to say: "Grandma, grandma, why don't grandpa cook for me?"
"Your grandpa's cooking is not as delicious as your grandpa's master's cooking." Zhang Li said.
"Why is grandpa's cooking not as delicious as grandpa's master's?" Jiang Pan was a little confused.
"Your grandfather's cooking skills were all taught by your grandfather's master. Of course, your grandfather is not as good at cooking as his master." Zhang Li said.
"Then Grandpa's cooking has always been inferior to that of Grandpa's master?" Jiang Pan then asked.
Jiang Chao smiled and was about to say yes when Zhang Li cut him off.
"That's not necessarily true." Zhang Li poured a glass of water for Jiang Pan and asked him to drink it. "You are not as tall as your father now because your father is older than you. You may grow taller than your father in the future. Your grandfather’s master is 99 years old , your grandpa is only 63 years old, and your grandpa’s master is still cooking and has cooked more than 30 years more than your grandpa. Maybe when your grandpa is over 90, your grandpa’s cooking skills will be better than your grandpa’s master. ”
"Mom, look at what you said, can this be the same?" Jiang Chao smiled.
Zhang Li glanced at him and said: "Why is it different? When you are in your sixties and you can still love work as much as your dad, then you can't say that your dad is not good. There will be a long time to come. Why don't you know that your dad is not good enough?" No? ”
"I..."
"Grandma, dad, it's grandpa!" Jiang Pan interrupted Jiang Chao.
Jiang Weisheng was carrying a strange-smelling soup and placed it on the serving window. When he saw Jiang Pan looking at him and waving excitedly to him, he also happily bent down and waved to Jiang Pan.
Jiang Jiankang happened to be next to the food delivery window. He saw Jiang Weili bending down to wave outside. He also bent down and took a look, and saw Jiang Pan, who was extremely excited.
"Brother Jiang, this is your grandson, he looks so cute." Jiang Jiankang praised, and took another look at the strange soup Jiang Weng made. He felt that this soup seemed a little different from usual.
"This grandson is different from usual when he comes. The soup you make is a little different from usual."
"I feel the same way. When I was making soup today, I was very happy just thinking about it being made for my wife and the others. You said this person is just weird. I used to cook for them every day at home and didn't feel that way. I'm so happy. I haven't seen them for a while and I feel happy when I sprinkle salt on them. "This soup will be different from the original one. As the old saying goes, people meet each other." Happy events bring good spirits.”
"I am like this too. My dad used to live in the countryside and not with us. When we meet during the holidays, we are so happy and our meals taste better than usual!" Jiang Jiankang was deeply touched.
I can eat three more bowls of food cooked by my dad than usual!
"Hygiene, bring the marinated chicken." Jiang Weiming began to call for people.
"Okay, Master!" Jiang Weili went to work happily, and before leaving, he did not forget to lower his head and wave to Jiang Pan.
The waiter brought the strange soup to Zhang Li's table.
"Strange-flavored soup, please use it slowly."
Jiang Chao came up to take a look and said, "Isn't this Dad's specialty Baiwei Soup? Why did it change its name to Weird Soup?"
"The Baiwei Soup is Master Jiang's specialty. How dare your dad try to do whatever he wants." Zhang Li was not polite when picking up Jiang Weng and started to help everyone ladle soup.
One bowl for my son, one bowl for my daughter-in-law, half a bowl for my grandson, and finally myself.
"Dad's soup looks much better than before. It seems that dad's cooking skills have improved a lot during this time." Jiang Weili's daughter-in-law praised.
"What can you tell from just a bowl of soup? Maybe Master Jiang gave him some advice and changed the ingredients so it looks different." Zhang Li said, scooping up a spoonful of soup.
The ingredients in the soup are very rich, including a lot of seasonal vegetables, as well as shredded and minced meat. Just looking at it makes people feel sincere.
Entrance.
Zhang Li was stunned.
She and Jiang Weili have been married for so many years, and she has been drinking it since he learned the strange-flavored soup until Jiang Weili ran away from home some time ago. She knows very well what Jiang Weili's strange-flavored soup tastes like.
Not this taste.
Or that’s not what it feels like.
This strange-flavor soup is much stronger than before, and it even has the appearance of Jiang Weiming's Baiwei Soup.
Zhang Li has tasted Jiang Weiming's Baiwei Soup and admired it very much. A bowl of soup has all five flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty. There are no fixed ingredients. It all depends on the chef's combination and skills. All the flavors of life can be found in a bowl of soup, so it is called Baiwei soup.
What Jiang Wengsheng cooks can only be called soup.
Zhang Li carefully finished the bowl of soup, scooping out every ingredient in it and eating it, even the chopped green onions for garnish. After finishing one bowl, I had to scoop out another bowl.
Jiang Chao hadn't drank the soup yet. Seeing that Zhang Li drank one bowl and wanted another bowl, he quickly said: "Mom, this hundred flavors... no, there is enough strange flavor soup. If you want to drink it, wait until you finish eating." . Otherwise, if you drink two bowls of soup, you won’t be able to eat when the food comes, and you will be hungry by mid-afternoon.”
"Try it," Zhang Li said.
"What to taste?"
"Try the soup your dad made. You will know after you taste it."
Jiang Chao picked up the bowl in a daze, took a sip, and was stunned.
Is his dad enlightened?
His father had not learned how to cook for so many years, but now that he is 63 years old and has retired, he has learned a skill!
Jiang Chao couldn't believe his tongue and took another big sip.
It's different, it's really different, the taste is still the same as before, but the feeling is different.
Jiang Chao didn't surf the Internet much, and he didn't pay much attention to the lectures when he was in Chinese class. He couldn't even find an adjective for a while, and he couldn't even say it. He just thought that this bowl of strange soup tasted delicious.
Delicious!
It tastes delicious.
I drank one bowl and wanted another bowl.
Unknowingly, I had a bowl of strange-tasting soup in my stomach. Even the ingredients inside were scooped out with a spoon and eaten carefully like when Zhang Li drank it, and she was still not satisfied.
"Mom, this bowl of soup..." Jiang Chao didn't know what to say.
"I told you, your dad's luck has come. As a son, don't get in your dad's way." Zhang Li smiled.
Jiang Chao nodded, picked up Zhang Li's bowl and helped her ladle soup.
Zhang Li looked at Jiang Pan and saw that he was playing with soup with a spoon but not drinking, and said: "Pan Pan, drink the soup quickly. The soup your grandpa made today is better than before. You will definitely like it."
Zhang Li and the other two didn't leave after finishing their meal. They just sat there waiting for Jiang Wengshi to get off work. Their location is not only close to the food delivery window but also close to the kitchen door. Jiang Weili can see them at first glance as soon as he comes out.
Jiang Pan felt sleepy after eating enough. When Jiang Wengsheng came out after finishing his work, Jiang Pan was already leaning in Zhang Li's arms, his little head dozing off little by little.
Jiang Weili had just finished his work and was sweating all over. He wanted to talk to Zhang Li and the others but felt that his smelly sweat was not good, so he was going to the dressing room to change clothes.
"Okay, you have been working as a cook for so many years and you are covered in stinky sweat. I didn't see you being particular about it before, but now you are becoming more particular about it. Panpan is almost asleep, and we have to catch a plane. Xiaochao has something to say to you. Say, after that we should leave," Zhang Li said while hugging Jiang Pan.
Jiang Wengsheng looked at Jiang Chao.
"Dad, um, today's soup is delicious." Jiang Chao said.
Jiang Wengsheng suddenly beamed: "It tastes good! I also think that the soup I made today was very good. When I make the soup, I feel very happy when I think that I am making it for you, and my hands are very smooth."
"We'll see you again on New Year's Day. You should pay more attention to your health here alone and don't be tired." Jiang Chao said.
"Don't worry, everything is fine with me here, but you guys, I don't know if I'm not home to cook for you..." Jiang Weili began to ramble on about his old father's words.
Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo stood at the door of the kitchen, watching Jiang Weiming's brows beaming with joy, talking nonstop, smiling helplessly and shaking his head.
"As my apprentice, the older I get, the more I look like a child." Jiang Weiming said helplessly.
"The little brat in my family is the same, especially Jiankang. He bangs and screams at Xiao Feng'er every day without saying anything about standards." Jiang Weiguo said, "But I think the toilet smells weird today. The soup is a little different from before.”
"It's different." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
Among the five flavors of life, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, Jiang Weisheng has mastered the first one.
It is also an extremely important taste - sweetness.
If he could understand both flavors, he could make this hundred-flavor soup.
This chapter is difficult to separate, so I combined the two chapters into one and posted them together.
(End of chapter)