Chapter 487 Confit Duck
Because they had to rush back to Tai Feng Tower to prepare for the annual meeting, Jiang Feng and the others deliberately controlled their time. Jiang Feng saw that everything was bought, and Ji Xia didn't want anything extra, so he planned to take the large and small bags of things he just bought home first, and then go to Taifeng Building together.
Women's fighting ability is always amazing when they go shopping, and Ji Xia is no exception. Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi and Ji Xia all had their hands full of things Ji Xia had bought along the way, while Jiang Zaide had his own things to eat. Only He Yueru was empty-handed, mainly because she had no money. Jiang Feng thought she wanted to buy something when they were in the pastry shop.
"Brother De, why don't you go back with us? It's already past 3 o'clock now. If you go with us, you can help wash and cut vegetables and so on." Jiang Feng opened his mouth to win over.
Jiang Zaide waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, I have to go back to the company to talk to the leader and report to him the progress of my work today. Xiaoyue, I happen to be traveling with you. Let's go back together and you can talk to him. Let me tell you how you want to change the heating pipe in your store, and I will try to come up with the first plan for you during the Chinese New Year.”
"Okay." He Yueru nodded.
"By the way, little brother, you should go home. By the way, help me take my roast chicken and soy sauce beef back, otherwise I won't be able to explain to the boss when I carry it to the company." Jiang Zaide took a piece of meat he was carrying. Three pounds of roasted chicken and beef with soy sauce were handed to Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng was so excited that he finally freed up two fingers to grab Jiang Zaide's things.
Jiang Zaide and He Yueru took the subway back. Jiang Feng thought about it and decided to take a luxurious taxi home. The three of them carried too many things, and there were fragile items like pastries that should not be squeezed or touched, so it was more convenient to take a taxi.
By the time the three of them put all their things back home and walked to Tai Feng Building, most of the employees had already arrived.
The ingenious waiters and ladies have already decorated Tai Feng Building, with couplets pasted on the door. Festive and exquisite red lanterns have also been hung inside Tai Feng Building, and exquisite silk flowers have been hung in some appropriate places. , the taste of the New Year is almost overwhelming.
Comrade Wang Xiulian specially ordered a tacky, rustic, cheap-looking banner to hang in the center of the hall. On the banner are 6 big characters "New Journey and New Crossroads", and below there is a line of small characters saying "Warmly celebrate the 1st Annual Meeting of Tai Fung House".
Both refined and popular people can appreciate it.
Since it is an annual meeting, although Comrade Wang Xiulian and Fang Mei have said that there is no need to pay so much attention to the form, the proper atmosphere must still be present. There are also many snacks such as pastries, melon seeds, plums and peanuts to enhance the atmosphere when chatting, and there are enough cold and hot drinks. Although there was no wine, a variety of freshly squeezed juices and hot milk tea cooked by Comrade Jiang Jiankang were enough to satisfy everyone.
Sang Ming never forgets his original intention and always brings mahjong to every gathering. Compared with the last time Jiang Weiming's birthday party was made, there was an improvement. Last time he only brought two pairs of mahjong, but this time he brought three pairs, fully meeting everyone's needs. Grandma Jiang and Chen Suhua, who had not played mahjong for a long time, were both sitting at the card table and killing everyone. The youth group and the senior group were clearly divided.
As soon as Jiang Feng walked to the juice bar and was still thinking about whether he should drink soy milk, milk tea, or orange juice, Comrade Wang Xiulian caught him on the spot and gave him 10 yuan to buy at the convenience store next door. Come on.
Although Sang Ming learned his lesson and brought three pairs of mahjong this time, he forgot to bring playing cards.
"Xia Xia, go next door and buy a deck of playing cards." Jiang Feng skillfully pushed 10 yuan into Ji Xia's hand and chose orange juice.
"Fengfeng, are you going to the kitchen?" Wu Minqi asked, who had already changed her clothes.
"You go first. I'll drink the orange juice and change clothes before going over." Jiang Feng nodded, "Lao Zhang and the others should be in the back kitchen. I didn't see them outside."
"Here, Yueyue is also in the kitchen. I just saw it." Wu Minqi said, taking the orange juice from Jiang Feng's hand, "This orange juice is iced. Drink less. Give me the remaining half cup and go change clothes quickly. .”
Jiang Feng, who was deprived of the right to drink orange juice, could only go to the locker room to change into work clothes.
Jiang Weili, Zhang Guanghang, Dong Shi, Dong Li and Ji Yue were all in the kitchen. Dinner was a buffet, and the model was of course self-sufficient, self-produced and sold. The two old men will cook a specialty dish each, Jiang Weiming makes cannonball, and Jiang Weiguo makes his best pig-killing dish - white meat and blood sausage stewed with pickled cabbage.
With these two dishes as the base, the rest of the dishes are garnishes. If you are afraid of not being full, Comrade Jiang Jiankang's pickled vegetable fried rice will provide a solid backing. Therefore, this annual meeting does not stipulate that every chef must cook. If you want to cook, you can cook it. If you don’t want to cook, go play mahjong and brag. Then you can just wait to eat and draw prizes.
Wu Minqi plans to make boiled pork slices today, because it is an annual meeting to consider whether everyone can eat happily instead of turning it into a drinking party. She will be very restrained and restrained when making boiled pork slices this time.
Jiang Feng was mainly here to help Wu Minqi. What he wanted to do was carve yam. It was very simple. Half an hour was more than enough time to process the yam.
There are seven people in the kitchen, two couples, one of whom is married. In such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, Dong Shi and Dong Li, two older singles, seem out of place.
It was as out of place as the 996 that Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi often met on their way home at night.
Ji Yue was helping Zhang Guanghang. Jiang Feng saw that Ji Yue was picking up bay leaves and then rosemary, sometimes garlic, and sometimes pepper. It was very strange. He felt that he had never seen Zhang Guanghang cook such a dish before. Jiang Feng couldn't hold back his desire to fish for a while, so he quietly put down what he was doing and sneaked over to Zhang Guanghang to find out the truth.
"Lao Zhang, what are you doing today? I've never seen you cooking this dish before." Jiang Feng's hands were still stained with freshly chopped chili peppers and minced Sichuan peppercorns.
"Confit duck." Zhang Guanghang said, concentrating on tearing thyme.
"Confit duck?" Jiang Feng thought the name of this dish sounded familiar. It seemed to have appeared in some American TV series he had watched before. If he remembered correctly, it was the last meal a certain victim had before his death.
"A relatively traditional French meal takes more than 4 hours to bake in the oven. It can be baked around 8pm, and everyone can eat it as a snack. Generally, after it is cooked, it is best to put it in the refrigerator for more than 7 days, and it can also be eaten directly. "Yes." Zhang Guanghang explained, "This is a traditional dish in the south. Before there were refrigerators, we used this method to preserve meat, which is somewhat similar to sausages and bacon."
Jiang Feng:...
As expected of Lao Zhang, making a snack is so complicated.
"By the way, Lao Zhang, where are you going to celebrate the New Year? Why don't you come to my house to celebrate the New Year with us." Jiang Feng suggested.
Zhang Guanghang did not return to China before or after Christmas, and he probably will not return to China during the New Year.
Hearing what Jiang Feng said, Ji Yue, who was originally fighting with rosemary and bay leaves, suddenly raised her head and glared at each other: "Why does my old Zhang go to your house during the Chinese New Year?"
Jiang Feng:...
Yes, why does your Lao Zhang come to my house during the Chinese New Year?
Zhang Guanghang laughed: "I have to go back during the Chinese New Year. I haven't been back for almost a year and it's time for me to go back. I heard some rumors a few days ago and I just took this opportunity to go back to China to ask my father about some things to make sure."< br>
"Wind?"
Zhang Guanghang smiled: "It's just some baseless rumors and gossip. I'll call you and tell you when I'm sure it's true. Otherwise, if it's false, I'll end up spreading rumors."
"And I have some new ideas these days. I just want to go back and communicate with my father to improve things."
Jiang Feng thinks this is good. After all, although Zhang Guanghang spends most of his time in Peiping and is considered a native of Peiping, his parents are still in France. He should go back to visit his parents several times a year, even if they are not related. relative.
After catching the fish, Jiang Feng was about to go back to help his Qiqi when he was caught by Grandma Jiang who rushed into the kitchen to catch the young man.
"Xiao Feng, your third grandpa is going to the back kitchen to make cannonball. We are 3 short of 1. Come over and help your third grandpa for a while." Grandma Jiang will never allow her poker game to be delayed for a moment.
Jiang Feng immediately panicked when he heard this. Although he claims to be the master of Ma Tan, after the painful lesson last time, Jiang Feng discovered that there are actually many things on the Internet that cannot be taken seriously. You may be invincible in the mahjong room on your mobile phone, but in fact most of the players you match may be robots, or low-end players who really can't afford to lose when playing mahjong in real life.
If it were a card game for the youth group, Jiang Feng might still have the courage to fight, but everyone in the senior group has been playing mahjong in the mahjong arena for decades, with ups and downs, even with their eyes closed. Can find out the whitening in the southeast, northwest, and all kinds of good hands.
When Jiang Feng encountered them, he could only raise the white flag and surrender.
"Grandma, I have something to do. I want to help Qiqi. Qiqi is too busy cooking alone!" Jiang Feng quickly declined.
Grandma Jiang looked at Wu Minqi.
"Grandma, I can handle this on my own. Let Jiang Feng take the lead first. Fengfeng, hurry up and don't keep grandma and the others waiting." Wu Minqi urged with a smile.
Jiang Feng's smile froze on his face.
But Grandma Jiang smiled happily: "Come on Xiaofeng, the three of us are waiting for you!"
Seeing Jiang Feng's desolate figure leaving, Wu Minqi couldn't help but sigh deeply.
Her family's Fengfeng is so bad at playing mahjong. What would Fengfeng do if her aunts drag Fengfeng to play mahjong together after two days? (End of chapter)