Chapter 549 Chickpea Flower
Jiang Weiming placed the bowl firmly on the table. It was a small bowl, half bowl of tofu curd and half bowl of water.
"I'll bring it out to you in the kitchen." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
"Third Grandpa, let's go help you carry it." Jiang Feng said.
"No, it's only a few steps away. There is a food box in the kitchen. I just put the bowl in the food box and bring it here." Jiang Weiming said and turned back to the kitchen.
After Jiang Weiming left, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the bowl on the table.
"Why did Uncle San think of making bean curds for us today?" Jiang Jiankang was the first to say, unable to hold back his anger, "I'm going to get some sugar. This bean curd must be mixed with sugar to be delicious."
Jiang Jiankang is a staunch sweetheart.
"Dad, this doesn't seem to be bean curd." Jiang Feng grabbed Jiang Jiankang, who was about to find some sugar. "This should be bean curd with chicken juice."
"Chicken pea flower?" Zhang Guanghang's voice was filled with surprise, "It's actually chicken pea flower."
"Have you ever eaten it?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but secretly thought that it was indeed Lao Zhang who had eaten such legendary dishes.
"I have eaten it several times." Zhang Guanghang said, seeing everyone looking at him, he quickly explained, "Although chickpea puddings and boiled cabbage are both high-end clear soup dishes, the difference between the two is actually quite big. Boiled cabbage is a state banquet dish and is famous. It is hard to see it in ordinary restaurants, and it is rarely sold in high-end restaurants, but chickpeas are relatively common, and some restaurants sell them at very low prices.”
"But this is the first time I've seen chickpea pudding made like this." Zhang Guanghang looked at the chickpea pudding on the table, his eyes couldn't stop admiring, "I've eaten chickpea pudding from small shops and famous stores, although It looks like beancurd but when served it You can tell immediately that it is just like the chicken bean curd. Even the master Wu Xiuyun (Grandpa Wu Minqi) can't make it so fake that if you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have thought it was the chicken bean curd."
"This is the first time I've seen chicken bean curd like this." Zhang Guanghang emphasized again.
Everyone knows that chicken bean curd is not like chicken, but it is just like chicken and better than chicken. However, only Jiang Weiming can do it.
The soup is as clear as white water, white and tender, fluffy, with smooth cut surfaces and small pieces of chicken minced meat without excess floc. It is served in small porcelain bowls that can be bought for a few dollars on the market.
If Jiang Feng hadn't known that Jiang Weiming had brought two cups of clear soup all the way from the devil's capital, who would have thought before eating that the bowl of bean curd in front of him looked no different from that of tofu curd. It was not ordinary tofu curd made with soybean flour, but It's chickpea tweed.
There is only a bowl of chicken and bean curd on the table. According to the Jiang family's tradition of respecting the elderly and not caring for the young, this bowl of chicken and bean curd must be served to Grandma Jiang.
"Suhua, do you want to try it first?" Grandma Jiang was polite before eating.
"No, I don't like to eat things like tofu, not even sweet or salty ones." Chen Suhua shook her head and refused, "I'll go to the living room to call Zaide and the others over, and bring the fruit plate over by the way."
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Grandma Jiang nodded and was not polite. In fact, she didn’t know what chickpea pudding was. She thought it was the same as sweet tofu pudding and salted tofu pudding, but the taste was different.
Grandma Jiang, who didn't know what chickpea pudding was, picked up a spoon and scooped out a large piece, and then removed a third of the bowl in one go.
The minced chicken mixed with some chicken soup was put into Grandma Jiang's mouth.
One bite.
Startled.
A lag.
Startled.
Grandma Jiang glanced at the chickpea pudding in the bowl in surprise, with a hint of disbelief in her voice: "Isn't this chickpea pudding?"
"No, what is this if it's not bean curd?" Grandma Jiang was a little doubtful about life.
"This should be Douhua."
"No, this is definitely not Douhua."
"Why does this stuff taste like meat? It looks like chicken and pork, Xiaofeng, what kind of tofu pudding is this chicken tofu pudding?"
Jiang Feng saw that his grandma had finally cue him, and said quickly: "Grandma, chicken bean curd is not bean curd. This soup is a clear soup made from chicken soup. The bean curd-like thing in it is made of chicken mince and ham."
"Mom, how does it taste?" Jiang Jiankang looked at his own mother eagerly.
"Fresh, very fresh, fresher than the pot of soup your dad made during the Chinese New Year last year." Grandma Jiang was talking about the family portrait of the clear soup that the old man made during the Chinese New Year last year. "When I just ate it, I felt... it felt... anyway... It’s different from eating anything else.”
"It feels like I have a whole chicken in my mouth!" Grandma Jiang finally thought of the adjective.
Brothers Jiang Jianguo, Jiang Jiankang and others were drooling when they heard this.
They also want to experience what it feels like to have a whole chicken in their mouth.
Grandma Jiang scooped up another spoonful of chicken bean sprouts. This time she scooped out less chicken minced meat, and more than half of the spoon was filled with clear soup.
Take it into your mouth, chew it a few times, and swallow it.
Grandma Jiang clicked her tongue.
"It's quite fresh, but the taste is a bit too flavourful. It doesn't taste like much." Grandma Jiang felt a little regretful.
Chickpea pudding itself is a light and clear soup dish of Yangchun Baixue pie. Grandma Jiang's taste has deteriorated as she gets older and her taste is much heavier than that of ordinary people. Her comment can basically be ignored.
While Grandma Jiang was scooping the third spoonful, Jiang Weiming came in carrying a huge food box.
This is a very simple, low-key yet luxurious look. There are even carvings on the box. I don’t know what kind of wood it is made of. It looks very textured. It’s an ordinary wooden food box.
The food box contained several bowls of the coveted chickpea pudding that was luxurious in a low-key way and extraordinary in the ordinary.
The eldest aunt, who had been sitting quietly on the chair before, and did not show too eager eyes even when Grandma Jiang was eating chickpeas, suddenly stood up from the chair and arrived at the door in a flash, very skillfully. He took the food box from Jiang Weiming with a warm smile on his face.
"Uncle San, I'll help you carry it. Thank you for your hard work. When it's ready, you'll make a special trip to deliver it to us." He was a dog-licker without losing his grace.
The eldest aunt's agility, sincerity, and speed of response are beyond the reach of everyone in the Jiang family.
Zhang Guanghang was shocked.
The eldest aunt quickly put the food box on the table and opened it layer by layer, took out the chickpea flowers inside, calmly took away the largest bowl, and sat back down.
Everyone swarmed up and started to fight for the bowl they were interested in. Even Zhang Guanghang was among them, grabbing the chicken bean curd quickly and accurately, without showing off the demeanor of a rich and handsome man.
While everyone was grabbing chickpeas, the eldest uncle showed a bright smile to Jiang Weiming and asked with concern: "Uncle, have you eaten?"
Jiang Weiming only felt happy when he saw everyone fighting for the bowl: "I ate too much chickpea pudding when I was young, and it would be boring to eat it again. I made it specially for you today."
"I've also brought Zaide and his friends' portions over. You can ask them to come over to eat later. I'll go back to work before the kitchen is finished." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
"Okay, uncle, I'll get the food box and bowl later." The eldest aunt said enthusiastically.
While the eldest aunt was talking to Jiang Weiming, everyone had already divided up the chickpea pudding on the table, leaving a few bowls of the smallest portions on the table waiting for Jiang Zaide and others to come and eat.
Jiang Feng was holding a small bowl and a spoon. He looked at the chickpea flowers in the bowl and felt that what he was holding at this moment was not a bowl of food, but a bowl of holy objects.
I even feel honored.
Jiang Feng scooped up a small piece of chicken bean curd and drank it with the clear soup in the spoon.
As Grandma Jiang said, it feels like there is a whole chicken in your mouth.
The deliciousness of the whole chicken melted in your mouth at this moment.
It even feels like there is half a pig in addition to a chicken.
Jiang Feng felt as if his adjectives were taken astray by Grandma Jiang.
Swallow.
The wonderful experience is over.
Jiang Feng more carefully scooped up another small piece of chickpea pudding, paired it with enough clear soup, and put it into his mouth again.
wonderful!
tasty!
Delicious food!
What's Michelin, what's Roland, what's menacing, what's rich, what do they mean in front of this small bowl of chickpea pudding?
Is there anything in this world that is more important than tasting the bowl of chickpeas in front of you?
Basically everyone in the dining room narrowed their eyes slightly and their faces were filled with happiness.
The deliciousness of the top-quality clear soup dishes is beyond words.
When Chen Suhua led Jiang Zaide and the others to the dining room, they saw a scene like that of a cult.
Everyone was holding a fruit plate in their hands. Jiang Zaide not only held the fruit plate in his hand, but also had a disposable paper cup in his elbow.
Chen Suhua:?
Jiang Zaide:? ? ?
Wang Hao & Jiang Xiaoran: (_?)
Although they didn't know what happened, everyone still consciously walked to the table and put down the fruit plates on their hands, and then they discovered the chickpea flowers on the table.
Douhua?
Jiang Zaide felt a little strange. Shouldn't we eat glutinous rice balls or Yuanxiao during the Lantern Festival? Why are you eating douhua, and there is no sugar jar next to it.
Although he felt strange in his heart, Jiang Zaide's body still honestly picked up the bowl of chickpeas closest to him.
"Dede!" Jiang Jianguo suddenly opened his eyes and scolded Jiang Zaide angrily, startling Jiang Zaide.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Jiang Zaide was even a little scared.
"How can you grab this bowl in such a rude manner? Hold it like me and show respect!" Jiang Jianguo looked serious.
Jiang Zaide:?
Is my dad crazy?
Jiang Zaide silently changed the posture of grabbing the bowl into a cup.
Because the holding action was too awkward, Jiang Zaide did not use a spoon to scoop out the minced chicken inside first, but instead held the bowl to his mouth and took a sip of the clear soup.
Jiang Zaide was shocked.
Jiang Zaide turned his head silently and said seriously to Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Xiaoran: "You must support and respect!" (End of Chapter)