Chapter 515 Mutton Soup
The New Year's Eve dinner refers to the dinner on the Lunar New Year's Eve, which means family reunion to celebrate the New Year. It is usually accompanied by various celebration forms such as keeping the New Year's Eve together and giving out New Year's money.
A few years ago, when Jiang Feng didn't have to go into the kitchen to help the old man, he basically spent the time before the New Year's Eve dinner in his room wasting away time. This is how most of the Jiang family spent New Year's Eve.
It can be said that for everyone in the Jiang family, New Year's Eve is only alive when the New Year's Eve dinner is served. The time before dinner is filled with pale and tasteless black and white prints. Everyone has nothing to do and waits for dinner. They can neither enter the kitchen nor bear to eat anything else. They can only stay up with an empty stomach, waiting for the last and most exciting moment of the year to arrive.
But this is the New Year’s Eve dinner in previous years.
As the saying goes, the butt determines the head. When Jiang Feng was still a contestant holding a ticket, he felt that all this was reasonable, but when he became a referee holding a whistle, his feelings were completely different.
Jiang Feng even had a feeling when he was working. Grandpa and I worked so hard in the kitchen, but you guys were just waiting outside to eat with nothing to do. It was really...
It's so cool.
It feels so good to have the power to eat for the whole family!
Jiang Feng secretly chuckled while mincing the mutton, which had picked out the blood vessels inside the meat and the lymph on the skin.
At this moment, he deeply understood why the old man never allowed everyone to enter the kitchen on New Year's Eve, and he would be scolded for even poking his head outside the kitchen.
This kind of menu and recipes for the whole family are in my hands alone. You have to eat what I do, and you have to praise what I do. Everyone is working step by step, planning carefully, attacking in the east and west, strategizing, surrounding Wei and rescuing Zhao, building plank roads openly, and secretly visiting Chencang just to figure out the chef's mind. This kind of monopoly of power, power over the government and the opposition, the feeling of centralized monarchy is really great!
Although Jiang Feng is still just a grandson who cuts mutton, he has already felt the heat of the throne.
"Xiao Feng, check if the meat in the pot is ready, and take it out when it's ready." The old man spoke.
"Okay grandpa." Jiang Taisun put down the kitchen knife and looked into the pot.
Morshek's final product is 16 haggis-based dishes with soup, but each dish is cooked in a different way. Among them, just the enema that the old man led Jiang Feng to make last night required 5 or 6 dishes, including frying, cooking, stir-frying and steaming, but the final product was just a dish with soup.
Jiang Feng's task in the morning was not only to keep an eye on the mutton soup in the pot, but also to assist the old man in making Morshek, helping him with slicing, marinating, and wrapping.
The first thing Jiang Feng did when he came to the kitchen this morning was to stew mutton soup. The mutton soup didn't need to add too many seasonings. Just chop the mutton bones and mutton, and add a little salt and other simple seasonings. Jiang Feng basically spent the first hour in the kitchen fishing for foam from the mutton soup. After making sure that there was no problem with the mutton soup, he went to help the old man with the haggis for making Morshek.
The offal ingredients such as the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys of the sheep that are usually ignored by people have become refined after passing through the hands of the old man. They are sliced, shredded, diced and diced, supplemented with vegetables and mutton soup, and the original soup becomes the original food. . These haggis are served separately in plates, and the plates are shaped into shapes. Each plate breaks away from the inherent fishy and smelly impression of them, and begins to move closer to the word delicious.
The old man undertook many banquets during his years as a state-owned chef, especially when Grandma Jiang gave birth to five fat boys for him. Under the burden of raising sons, the old man had to start taking on outside jobs. Therefore, he has better control over the serving time than ordinary people.
Although there were many dishes, many dishes, and many tools, the old man followed each other in an orderly manner. He could not only accurately arrange his own time, but also accurately arrange Jiang Feng's time. He was obviously very confident.
Jiang Feng and the old man spent the whole morning dealing with sheep.
When it was close to noon, the old man who had been busy all morning finally stopped and beat his waist a little tiredly. He did not forget to ask Jiang Feng: "Xiao Feng, go and see how the mutton soup in the pot is doing?"
Jiang Feng obediently looked at the mutton soup in the pot.
Cooking mutton soup is not like making ordinary spareribs soup. Cooking mutton soup is a technical job.
Even if a skilled chef only puts in mutton, mutton bones and haggis when making mutton soup, he can cook a pot of delicious and inexpensive dishes. For those who are not good at technology, for example, Chen Xiuxiu's best friend Pan Ling can only decide whether the mutton soup she makes is poison or a biochemical weapon.
Jiang Feng opened the lid of the pot and saw that the mutton soup in the pot had begun to turn a little white. If you smell it carefully, there is still some mutton smell.
Jiang Feng didn't have the ability to cook mutton soup that was completely odor-free, but there were ways to eat mutton soup if it was tainted, and there were ways to eat it if it wasn't tainted. Some people hate the smell of mutton, and some people think that if there is no mutton, it is not a good sheep.
As the saying goes, everyone has their own preferences for radish and cabbage, but in the Jiang family, you have to eat whatever the chef cooks, regardless of whether you like radish or cabbage.
If you want to make the soup white, in addition to adding milk, add bones,
Jiang Feng stirred the mutton soup in the pot with a spoon and scooped up the little bits of foam floating on the surface.
"Grandpa, the mutton soup has started to turn white." Jiang Feng said.
The old man nodded: "It should be almost done for tonight. Have you chopped the mutton stuffing?"
"It's chopped. I don't have enough green onions at home, so I made two kinds of dumpling fillings, one is green onion and mutton stuffing, and the other is radish and mutton stuffing."
The old man left the kitchen first: "Let's go out and rest for a while. Ask your dad and your uncle to make noodles. In the afternoon, let your grandma lead them to make dumplings in the living room."
"Okay grandpa!" Jiang Feng went out to deliver the message.
Since Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing didn't have the pressure to study hard this year, they naturally didn't study hard. Several cousins, including Jiang Feng, didn't have to be tutored by the two heavyweight cousins. Therefore, this year, instead of fleeing and being trapped in the room, everyone gathered in the living room, playing with their mobile phones, watching TV, and bragging.
This kind of grouping behavior greatly facilitated Jiang Feng, who announced the decree. He didn't need to announce it one by one and only had to say it once.
Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jianguo, who were sitting in the living room bragging face to face, didn't have much reaction after they stopped. They happily accepted the order and were about to meet.
On the contrary, Jiang Shoucheng, who was always known as a cunning man, smelled something unusual after listening to the old man's instructions.
In previous years, the Jiang family gathered people to make dumplings on the first and second days of the Lunar New Year. It was the first time that they started making dumplings on New Year's Eve.
Jiang Shoucheng silently put down his phone and asked tentatively: "Brother, why are you making dumplings so early this year?"
"Grandpa said that this year's New Year's Eve dinner doesn't have any hard dishes to worry about not being full, so I made some mutton dumplings. If you're not full, you can boil the dumplings and pour the mutton soup." Jiang Feng explained, "Grandma Li and the others specially gave it to our family yesterday. Pork, grandpa means to send a bowl to their family after cooking the dumplings tonight. The dumplings are delicious when they are hot and fresh.”
without! Varied! What! hard! vegetable!
All Jiang family members except Grandma Jiang couldn't help but tremble, and Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jianguo stopped unconsciously.
All the princes and grandsons of the Jiang family showed off all their acting skills at this moment. Even Jiang Ran, who was disliked by everyone for his acting skills last year, also performed superbly to control the expression on his face.
"The mutton dumplings are good, the mutton dumplings are delicious. Brother, what are you going to cook for grandpa tonight?" Although Jiang Shoucheng was panicking, he didn't show it at all on his face and asked calmly.
Want to trick me?
Want to cheat in tonight's literary battle?
Jiang Feng was keenly aware of Jiang Shoucheng's true intention. He glanced at him and felt that he didn't want to cheat. If you want to cheat, there is no need to ask this question so openly in public.
Jiang Feng was a little hesitant for a moment. He didn't know what Jiang Shoucheng's real intention was. He could only say vaguely: "It's the whole lamb feast that grandpa said, with mutton dishes as the main dish."
"Do you have any big dishes?" Jiang Shoucheng probed more openly.
"Isn't the main dish just like those old ones, elbows and the like? There is not enough pork this year, and grandpa said he won't make pork with pickles." Jiang Feng said. Seeing that Jiang Shoucheng was still looking at him, he could only make two mistakes. Option, "Besides, mutton dishes are troublesome to make, and I'm not very good at it. I can only let grandpa cook it alone. There are definitely no such dishes as roasted lamb chops and roasted lamb legs."
Jiang Feng was afraid that if he continued to stay in the living room, Jiang Shoucheng would trick him into talking more, so he just said "I'm going to sleep" and slipped back to the room for half an hour.
Everyone in the Jiang family was left in a panic in the living room.
"What should I do? What should I do? My brother said that there won't even be roasted lamb chops or roasted legs of lamb for the Chinese New Year this year!" Jiang Junlian, the youngest, couldn't hold back her anger and shouted out. She failed her final maths and didn't even see her. So anxious.
Also, for Jiang Juanlian, failing the math test is not something worth worrying about.
After all, she was still in the high school stage where she didn't need to make up exams or retake exams after failing a class.
"Brother De, it's all your fault. You have to buy sheep for anything. Mutton is so difficult to make. It's not like you don't know that grandpa is old, but you still make him work so hard. Grandpa can't cook so many dishes by himself, and my little brother doesn't I know how to cook mutton dishes." Jiang Shoucheng took the lead in throwing the blame.
"Yes, it's true that you were careless about Dede. Before buying the sheep, you didn't consider whether grandpa was old enough to do it. You didn't consider grandpa's health at all." Jiang Jianguo agreed, judging from his words There is no father-son affection at all.
"Dede, for such an old man, he will soon be old enough to marry a wife. Your father is already two years old at your age. You must think through the consequences before doing anything in the future." Jiang Jianshe said seriously.
Jiang Zaide:? ? ?
He was a little slower in dumping the blame. Why was the blame all on his head?
"Okay, isn't there just no roasted lamb chops and roasted lamb legs? Jianguo, Jiankang, why don't you two hurry up and knead the dough? There are so many of us waiting for you to knead the bread and dumplings." Grandma Jiang said with a smile. He grabbed a handful of melon seeds and stuffed them into Jiang Juanlian's hand, "Don't worry, Juanlian. When did your grandfather make you hungry?"
"Didn't Xiaofeng already tell me that this year we are going to have a whole-lamb feast? Who stipulates that the whole-lamb feast must have roasted lamb chops and roasted lamb legs? There are so many good things that you will miss these two pieces of meat every day. . Just eat two less bites of pork, look at you. These two look like they have no future." Grandma Jiang looked at her sons and grandsons with disgust, and finally gave her eldest daughter-in-law, who had always been calm, a look of approval, "Be more like the eldest daughter-in-law."
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"Xiao Feng is the same kid. He doesn't keep his mouth tight and talks out loud. Juan Lian, didn't you just say that you wanted to show grandma the essay you wrote for the final exam? Come on, take the test paper and show it to grandma. Let grandma read it. Let’s see how our Juan Lian’s composition goes.” Grandma Jiang calmed down a meaningless commotion in just a few words. (End of chapter)