Chapter 493 Brother Chapter 488 Family
What is home?
For most people, home consists of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, flowers and wine. Home is a small house, a small house where you can smell the delicious food as soon as you come home.
Jiang Yong's home is like this.
Jiang Yong has worked for "Zhiwei" magazine for many years. Xu Cheng has always been generous to his subordinates. It is precisely because of this that Jiang Yong can own a 100-square-meter house with three bedrooms and two living rooms in a good location in Shanghai without being a local. Little house.
Jiang Yong's house was purchased decades ago. The community is relatively old and is waiting for demolition. Because the community is old, there is no heating installed. When Jiang Feng and the others arrived, they could feel the air conditioning in the house as soon as they opened the door. It was warm and dry.
The air conditioner was on and there was no ventilation. The indoor air was not circulating and it was very dull. As soon as Jiang Weiming walked in, he coughed twice in discomfort and rubbed his nose.
Jiang Yong's wife Lin Juan is a native of Shanghai. She has only met Jiang Weiming a handful of times since marrying Jiang Yong. After hearing the door open, Lin Juan hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, holding a spatula in her hand and wearing an apron, looking like a housewife.
"Dad, you must have been lucky along the way. This is Xiao Feng, right? Your second cousin often mentioned you to me at home. I heard that you are a chef with very good skills. Today, my aunt is showing off in front of you. Lin Juan said with a smile, turned around and shouted into the room, "Jiang Xiaoran, your grandfather and your cousin are here. Why are you still staying in the room? Come out quickly!"
"Jiang Yong, take good care of dad. Dad, Xiao Feng, don't stand in the hall. It's cold there near the door. Come in and sit on the sofa. I haven't finished cooking the vegetables in the pot yet. There are still about ten minutes. It's time to start dinner." After saying that, Lin Juan went into the kitchen.
"Put less ingredients." Jiang Yong reminded, "Make it lighter."
"Got it."
Jiang Yong dragged his suitcase into the room, while Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiming changed into slippers.
Jiang Yong's house is not big, but there are a lot of things. In the living room and dining room alone, Jiang Feng can see no less than three or four cabinets, and each cabinet is packed to the brim. There was basically no place to put things on the coffee table, the TV cabinet, or the entrance cabinet. Jiang Feng even found a computer-related professional book in the corner of the sofa.
After Jiang Yong put away his luggage, he came out of the room and waved to Jiang Feng: "Xiao Feng, come here."
After saying that, Jiang Yong opened the door of another room: "Xiaoran, didn't your mother just ask you to come out? What are you still doing in the room? Your grandfather and your cousin are both here, and they don't know how to come out. Call someone.”
There was a short-haired young man in the room. He was typing on the keyboard at the computer. He stopped and stood up reluctantly after hearing Jiang Yong's words: "Dad, I'm fixing a bug. I'll be done soon. I'll come out later."
"Correct bugs, correct bugs. You know how to correct bugs every day. You correct them every day and I haven't seen you finish them. Your grandfather and cousin are here. They came all the way from Peking and it was so hard all the way. I asked you to come out and see me. I have to ask for help. Why didn't I realize you were so valuable?" Jiang Yong said angrily, "This is your cousin Jiang Feng, the son of your third cousin."
Jiang Xiaoran looked at Jiang Feng with a somewhat embarrassed expression. It was the first time for him to meet his cousin whom he had not seen for more than 20 years.
"Hello, my name is Jiang Xiaoran, I am... your cousin."
Jiang Yong helplessly patted Jiang Xiaoran: "How could you talk like that? Go to the living room and make a cup of tea for your grandpa. The tea leaves are on the cabinet."
"Oh." Jiang Xiaoran walked out.
Jiang Feng began to look at Jiang Xiaoran's room. The decoration was very simple, with a computer desk, bookcases and beds, but he didn't know why there were two beds. The one against the wall is an ordinary single bed, and the other one looks like a temporary folding bed.
There are many boxes in the corner, one of which is opened and contains apples. It should be some of the new year's goods purchased by Jiang Yong's family.
"Your cousin works in a game company. He either stays at the company or stays at home every day, not going out or communicating with others, so he's not very good at talking." Jiang Yong pointed to the small folding bed, "Xiao Feng, your cousin I don’t have enough room at home, so I have to force you to sleep on this small folding bed tonight because there’s no room for anything else, so I put your luggage in the next room for you.”
"Thank you, uncle. I'm only staying for one night, so that's good." Jiang Feng said with a smile, looking at the row of figures on the computer table.
Empress, various ship girls, Makise Kurisu, Hatsune Miku, Shikame Maruka.
Even if he is cheated, he is still a master and has no shortage of wives.
Jiang Yong and Jiang Feng introduced other facilities, focusing on the old flush toilets that often malfunctioned and the equally old water heaters that occasionally malfunctioned. When the two came out of the bathroom, they happened to see Jiang Xiaoran a little nervous, sitting stiffly next to Jiang Weiming, rubbing his hands and looking around but not daring to look at Jiang Weiming.
Those who knew he was chatting with his grandfather, but those who didn't know thought he was on a blind date.
Although Jiang Xiaoran is Jiang Weiming's grandson, he has not seen Jiang Weiming for many years. Even if Jiang Weiming's wife was still alive, when Jiang Yong would take his wife and children back to Shu to celebrate the New Year, they would only have a New Year's Eve dinner and stay at home for one night before leaving.
Although Jiang Xiaoran and Jiang Weiming were grandparents, they were no different from strangers. Even Jiang Xiaoran couldn't recognize Jiang Weiming as his grandfather when they passed each other on the street.
Jiang Feng and Jiang Yong sat on the sofa and joined in the awkward silence.
Although Jiang Yong was very enthusiastic when picking up people, and he was very friendly and natural when he called dad, but when he and Jiang Weiming sat face to face and started talking, he couldn't say a word.
Not to mention Jiang Feng, he would never speak unless others cue him.
The four men named Jiang sat on the sofa in silence.
Dinner ended the silence.
Although there were only five people eating, Lin Juan cooked a table full of delicious food because of the significance of the meal.
Stir-fried beef, stir-fried broccoli, stir-fried shredded potatoes, braised pork ribs, sweet and sour pork loin, braised prawns, steamed pork, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and roasted chestnut chicken. All are home-cooked dishes and are extremely rich.
It just looks average.
As soon as everyone sat down and before they had time to stretch out their chopsticks, Jiang Yong noticed something strange at the dinner table: "Juanzi, where's the soup?"
Lin Juan, who had just taken off her apron and was still sitting on the bench, patted her head and was about to get up: "Oh, I forgot. I just said that when I was cooking, I felt that something was missing. Just wait, I will get it for you." Make some seaweed and egg soup.”
Jiang Weiming waved his hand and said with a smile: "No, it's not easy for Lin Juan to cook so many dishes. If there is no soup, there will be no soup."
"Dad, how can we eat without soup? It only takes less than two minutes to make seaweed and egg soup." Jiang Yong said.
Jiang Weiming stood up and said, "Lin Juan has been busy all afternoon. I'll make this soup."
"How can this be done? Dad, please rest while I do it." Lin Juan quickly stopped her.
"You all have a rest, why don't you just make soup? I made cannonball when I was in Peking, don't you think so, Xiaofeng?" Jiang Weiming suddenly cue Jiang Feng.
"Yes, yes, grandpa made cannonball yesterday, and his craftsmanship has not deteriorated at all, but has become even better." Jiang Feng, who didn't get a bite of cannonball, started to tell lies.
Neither Jiang Yong nor Lin Juan could resist Jiang Weiming, so they had no choice but to let him go into the kitchen to make soup. Jiang Weiming didn't move his chopsticks at the table, so everyone didn't dare to move their chopsticks. They sat quietly at the table and waited for Jiang Weiming to make the soup.
"Xiao Feng, how are you doing in Beiping lately? Is the business in the store going well?" Jiang Yong was the first to speak and break the silence.
"It's good, but the temperature is relatively low in Beiping. When you go out, you have to pay attention to the cold and keep warm. There is nothing to worry about if there is a heater indoors. It's all thanks to "Zhiwei", and the store's business has been open since January It's great, we are very busy every day, and we hired three new chefs in January," Jiang Feng said with a smile, feeling his throat was a little dry and took a sip of water.
"It's good to have heating. Your aunt and I plan to change our house next year and install heating in the new house." Jiang Yong said.
Jiang Feng noticed the problem with the air conditioner as soon as he mentioned the heating: "By the way, second uncle, third grandpa's voice is not very good. In January, he got sick and had to recuperate at home for several days. When I just came in, I saw He is coughing. It is probably because the air conditioner is turned on and the air is not good. He must not be able to use the air conditioner when sleeping at night. You need to prepare some thick quilts for him.”
Jiang Yong nodded quickly and took notes, wishing he could take out a small notebook on the spot and ask Jiang Feng to list 12,345 things for him to pay attention to.
Jiang Weiming seemed to be the breakthrough point for chatting. Jiang Feng and Jiang Yong talked about other things about Jiang Weiming based on the previous topic. Lin Juan could still interject a sentence or two from time to time, but Jiang Xiaoran couldn't interject even half a sentence and could only sit there and listen to the two of them chatting.
Unknowingly, Jiang Weiming's soup was ready. Jiang Weiming came out of the kitchen with the soup. Lin Juan quickly stood up, took the soup and placed it firmly in the center of the dining table.
This is not seaweed and egg soup.
The soup is thicker, probably thickened, and more like soup than soup. The ingredients are also very mixed, and the color of the soup is not bright and a bit turbid. It looks like Jiang Weisheng's weird-tasting soup but not Jiang Weisheng's weird-tasting soup.
Jiang Feng was the first to react. This soup should be Baiwei soup. Jiang Weiming had never made Baiwei soup in front of him.
Although Jiang Feng came to his senses, he didn't make a sound. Jiang Yong stared at the soup for a while before he came to his senses and asked, "Dad, is this Baiwei Soup?"
"Yes, I just entered the kitchen and saw that there were a lot of ingredients. I cut some of them on the chopping board and used some of them to make a random soup." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
After he said this, Lin Juan felt a little embarrassed and quickly explained: "Dad, when I first started cooking, I thought that there would be more people, so I would cook more. Later, I thought that since I had cooked so many dishes, I wouldn't need to cook. I made so much, so I had so many ingredients left. I originally wanted to put it in the refrigerator to fry it tomorrow, but I was so anxious that I didn’t put it there.”
"It's good to know the quantity when cooking. I just divided the ingredients into small bowls. Because I didn't know what they were reserved for, I put them on the table first." Jiang Weiming smiled and put them in small bowls. A chopstick of broccoli.
"Dad, what kind of soup is Baiwei Soup? Why haven't I heard of it before?" Jiang Xiaoran asked.
"Why haven't you heard that when I brought you back to your hometown, your grandfather didn't give it to you..." Jiang Yong was stunned before he finished speaking. He remembered that the number of times he took Jiang Xiaoran home was very limited. Jiang Xiaoran might really I have never tasted Baiwei Soup.
"This is your grandpa's specialty soup. It used to be this soup that was most popular when your grandpa was still in the state-owned hotel. When the leaders came, they all asked to drink the soup." Jiang Yong said, not mentioning that sentence. It's as if he never said it before.
"Oh." Jiang Xiaoran knew very well that silence is golden when eating at the same table as his elders.
Because he was curious about the Baiwei Soup, Jiang Xiaoran didn't pick up the vegetables first but scooped up half a bowl of soup for himself. Jiang Xiaoran was sitting next to Jiang Feng. Seeing Jiang Feng staring at the soup, thinking that he also wanted to drink it, he asked: "Jiang Feng...cousin, do you want me to scoop a bowl for you too?"
The spoon is still in Jiang Xiaoran's hand.
"Thank you, brother Xiaoran. Just call me Xiaofeng." Jiang Feng smiled and handed the bowl to Jiang Xiaoran.
When handing over the bowl, Jiang Feng's hand touched Jiang Xiaoran's.
"Drip."
The system prompt sounded suddenly.
Um?
Jiang Feng stretched his hand forward and touched Jiang Xiaoran's hand again.
No system beep sounds.
Jiang Xiaoran:?
"I bumped into it accidentally, I'm sorry." Jiang Feng explained quickly.
Jiang Xiaoran nodded and prepared to ladle the soup. (End of chapter)