Chapter 550 Breaking the Problem
Everyone was immersed in the ocean of chickpea flowers, swimming in the delicious food and rolling in the waves.
The familiar soundtrack of "Little Master of China" even sounded in my mind, and I seemed to see a little girl wearing a red cheongsam and holding a fan. She didn't know what she was doing but she was very happy.
Including Grandma Jiang and Chen Suhua, without exception, everyone held the bowl and tasted the chickpea pudding in the bowl with pious expressions.
Treat delicacies with respect!
But the happy time is always short-lived. No matter how slow everyone eats, there is only this small bowl of chickpea pudding.
The texture is delicious and the soup is white and tender.
Jiang Jianguo's eyes were moist, not only because of the empty bowl in his hand, but also because the bowl of chickpea pudding he had already eaten brought back some not-so-good memories of his childhood.
Delicious and juicy, tender and refreshing, delicacies on a jade plate, a gluttonous feast, leaving a fragrant mouthfeel, endless aftertaste, full of color and taste, eight delicacies of jade...
If possible, he would even want to double-check the idiom dictionary on the spot and use all the four-character idioms he could find to praise the deliciousness of this bowl of chickpea pudding.
At the same time, he also wanted to look through the idiom dictionary and use all the four-character idioms he could find to describe his remorse and regret at this time.
Chickpea pudding is so delicious, will the boiled cabbage, which is as famous as it or even more famous, still be inferior?
Jiang Jianguo asked himself in his heart why he didn't persevere when he was a child, and why he gave up on his lofty ideal of eating boiled cabbage after being hung up and beaten by his own father.
What does it matter if a delicacy of this level is beaten, what does it mean to be hung up, what does it mean to be hung from the window and whipped with bamboo?
"Xiao Zhang, can that Roland you just mentioned make such a dish?" Grandma Jiang asked after finishing her meal.
The reason why she spoke now was because she had been savoring the delicious food in her mouth.
In all the years he had been married to the old man, this was the first time he had tasted such shocking food.
"Can't do it." Zhang Guanghang put down the bowl.
It is estimated that no one except him can make chicken bean curd of Jiang Weiming's level.
Not to mention the chicken minced meat that has all the tendons removed and is hammered with the back of a knife as fine as snowflakes. There is no trace of graininess in the mouth, and the texture is as delicate as tofu pudding. Just the clear water-like soup, not many masters can make it.
This is a pinnacle work and an ultimate work.
Zhang Guanghang couldn't even believe that this chicken bean curd was made by Jiang Weiming. Even though he knew that Jiang Weiming had rich experience and superb cooking skills, he was already 99 years old after all. At the age of 99, his physical strength and energy are not as good as before, and even his sense of taste has been severely degraded.
Zhang Guanghang couldn't figure out where Jiang Weiming found the energy to complete a dish with such complicated and delicate steps.
"It's okay if you can't do it. I really don't understand what you were all worried about just now." Grandma Jiang looked helpless. "Although I have never done business, I don't understand the things you do in business, but back then z There are two state-owned restaurants in the city. When Grandpa Xiaofeng was the chef, the business of the other state-owned restaurant was not doing well. Sometimes the new leader would not know that the restaurant was actually state-owned after working for several months. Hotel.”
"It was that restaurant that collapsed first. I'm not saying that. If Jiankang hadn't taken over the chef's position later and the two of us went back to the countryside to raise chickens and pigs, this state-owned hotel might not have collapsed." Grandma Jiang said.
Jiang Jiankang lowered his head in shame, feeling unmoved and even wanted to eat another bowl of chickpea pudding.
Zhang Guanghang and Jiang Feng were both stunned.
"So there's nothing to worry about. Roland's level is not as good as ours. It's them who should be worried."
Jiang Feng was just about to say that Jiang Weiming was already very old, and doctors advised him to rest more and not be too tired. It was impossible for him to cook every day.
But then I thought about it, the third grandpa can’t do it, and the biological grandpa can do it too!
Although Roland is the chef of a two-Michelin-star restaurant, the old man is not necessarily worse than him!
Besides, no matter how strong the opponent is, there is only one Roland, and it is impossible for a second one to appear. There are many talented people in their store. Jiang Feng himself, Zhang Guanghang, Wu Minqi, Ji Xue, and the two Dong brothers together can definitely rival a Luo Lan.
They are not inferior in terms of cooking skills, and they are not inferior in terms of location. Opposite is the entire top floor of a new shopping mall. They are a stand-alone restaurant on the Second Ring Road of Peking. Opposite the restaurant is blessed with two Michelin stars. They have the quality assurance on the cover of "Zhiwei".
This was not a one-sided massacre at all, this was a close contest.
It’s not certain who will lose or win, who is called...
Jiang Feng looked at the empty bowl on the table.
They won.
Don't ask who gave him the confidence, just ask him.
"Yes, Mom, you are right, you are smart, why didn't we think of it!" When Jiang Feng reacted, Comrade Wang Xiulian also reacted. Not only did she react, she even started to consider how much the chicken bean curd should be priced at. good.
Wang Xiulian deeply felt that the bowl on the table was too big and could not serve such a large portion. If you eat too much of this good food, you will easily get tired of it. It should be made smaller and more delicate so that the noodles are more delicious.
Yes, make it smaller, use the smallest bowl, and use a smaller amount of soup.
Because Jiang Zaide didn't know the cause and effect, he didn't know what Grandma Jiang was talking about. He just looked at Jiang Xiaoran with envy, which made Jiang Xiaoran feel bad.
"Cousin Zaide, what's wrong?" Jiang Xiaoran thought to himself, I've finished all the chickpea puddings in the bowl, it's useless for you to look at me like this.
"Brother Xiaoran, I really envy you!" Jiang Zaide looked envious, and Jiang Shoucheng nodded frantically in agreement.
Wang Hao also nodded wildly in agreement, but his agreement was different from Jiang Xiaoran's. Not only did he envy Jiang Xiaoran, he also envied everyone here.
"Why are you envious of me?" Jiang Xiaoran looked confused.
"You are so lucky to be able to eat the food cooked by the third grandpa all these years!" Jiang Zaide didn't know much about Jiang Weiming. He just recommended it to others. He felt that he had eaten the food cooked by the old man since he was a child, so Jiang Xiaoran must also be the same. I have been eating Jiang Weiming’s dishes since I was a child.
Jiang Zaide even wanted to swap with Jiang Xiaoran. Although his biological grandfather was very good, his third grandfather was even better!
The third grandpa not only has a good temper, but also has good cooking skills. He is also very happy to cook for them. He is simply a dream-like good grandpa who came out of a textbook!
Of course, he didn't feel bad about his grandfather at all, he just wanted to exchange grandfathers with Jiang Xiaoran.
"I don't." Jiang Xiaoran explained blankly, "I haven't lived with my grandpa in these years, not even when I was a child. I just went to my grandpa's house for a New Year's Eve dinner during the Chinese New Year. In fact, if you really count, I have lived with him for so many years. I only ate those dozen New Year’s Eve dinners cooked by my grandpa.”
"This is my first time to eat chickpea pudding. I didn't know my grandpa made it."
Then Jiang Xiaoran noticed that the way Jiang Zaide, Jiang Shoucheng and Wang Hao looked at him changed.
Become bitter, become harsh, become rebuke.
"Brother Xiaoran, you actually, you actually..." Jiang Zaide was so heartbroken that he was speechless.
"It's really..." Jiang Shoucheng was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"It's just..." Wang Hao was so jealous and angry that he couldn't speak.
"This is too much!" the three of them said in unison.
Jiang Xiaoran:?
Why do I feel like I am a sinner of the nation now? (End of chapter)