Chapter 551 Eat (Third update!)
For more than half an hour, Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng gave Jiang Xiaoran heart-wrenching instructions on how to be filial to grandpa correctly, blow grandpa's rainbow fart correctly, serve grandpa correctly, and keep grandpa healthy physically and mentally.
The filial eldest grandson and the filial second grandson of the Jiang family kept Jiang Xiaoran speechless. Even Wang Hao, who was watching from the side, couldn't help but listen to their teachings attentively. He even wanted to take out his notebook to record the wonderful points. .
Although he does not have a qualified grandfather to be filial to.
After being awakened by Grandma Jiang's words, everyone in the Jiang family felt that this crisis, which was not a crisis, had been resolved, and there was no need to hold a discussion meeting to study how to deal with the opponent, so they went to do their own things and dispersed. Those who should be cleaning will continue to clean, those who should be chatting will continue to chat, and those who should be fishing will continue to fish.
Jiang Feng and Zhang Guanghang discussed it and felt that it was necessary to inform the two old men about this matter. After all, the two old men are the real trump card of Tai Feng House, and they, the younger generation of Tai Feng House, also need to seize the last moment before March 15th to sharpen their guns.
Even though the enemy is not scary, it should be taken seriously.
Jiang Feng, who was free of worries and relaxed, sneaked into the kitchen to check on the progress of dinner and asked the two old men if they needed anyone to help him. He wanted to see if there was any chickpea pudding left that he could touch and eat.
Jiang Feng met Professor Li, who had been missing before, in the kitchen. Professor Li was holding a bowl and eating chickpeas while talking to Jiang Weiming, praising his superb craftsmanship.
A bowl full of chickpea puddings, so heavy that Jiang Feng regretted why he only thought of coming to the kitchen now.
"Xiao Feng, is something wrong?" Jiang Weiming saw Jiang Feng.
"Third Grandpa, I'm here to see if there's anything I can help with. I'm afraid you might be too busy." Jiang Feng said with a smile, and found that there was still a little chickpea pudding left in the pot, about a bowl's worth.
The old man raised his head and glanced at Jiang Feng, feeling very disappointed with his little grandson's clumsy lies.
"There's nothing I can do to help. Dinner will be served soon. If you're hungry, there's still some chickpea pudding in the pot." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
Jiang Feng was just about to say thank you to Third Grandpa when I stopped being polite and found that there was only one bowl on the table.
There was only one empty bowl, which meant that only one of Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo had eaten the chickpea pudding.
"Grandpa Third, haven't you eaten yet?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Your third grandfather and I ate too much of this when I was young. I didn't like it, so I stopped eating it." Jiang Weiming said.
Jiang Feng didn't believe what Jiang Weiming said. When Jiang Weiming was young, he was short of supplies. Even if he was a chef in a state-owned hotel, he wouldn't have eaten too much chickpeas.
"Third Grandpa, how can you not eat the food you worked so hard to cook? I'll help you put this bowl out of the pot, and you can eat it while it's hot." Although Jiang Feng wanted to eat another bowl, the Jiang family never There is no reason for the cook to wait hungry for the diners to eat.
The old man has been cooking and eating in the kitchen all these years.
"I won't eat it." Jiang Weiming shook his head, "I basically can't taste the food now. No matter how good the food is, it's a waste for me to eat. There's no need."
Jiang Feng was stunned.
He knew that Jiang Weiming's sense of taste had seriously deteriorated, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even taste the food.
"Then Third Grandpa, what did you do before..." Jiang Feng was a little confused.
When Jiang Weiming guided him in cooking before, he would make comments after tasting the dishes. The comments were all well-founded and clear, and the problems and flaws pointed out were correct.
"Although I can't taste the taste, my tongue can still feel it, and I can tell that the food is good. But..." Jiang Weiming's smile contained a hint of bitterness, "But I can't taste the real taste of the food."
"There happens to be a little left in the pot. Xiaofeng, just eat it when you come. It's a waste for me to eat it." Jiang Weiming said.
Jiang Feng didn't say anything. He took out a new bowl from the cupboard and poured all the chickpea puddings left in the pot into the bowl. It was a full bowl.
Jiang Feng handed the bowl to Jiang Weiming.
"Even if you can't taste it, Third Grandpa, but this is the dish you worked so hard to make, you should eat it." Jiang Feng said, "You are the chef who made this dish. If it's a waste even for you to eat it, then we That’s really a waste.”
"Third brother, listen to Xiaofeng." Jiang Weiguo, who had been silent, spoke up, "What's wrong if you can't taste it? Can't you eat good food if you can't taste it?"
"We can still taste the texture if we can't taste it. My old lady's taste has become more and more heavy in recent years. She complained to me that she didn't feel the taste when she ate the original food, but she still didn't feel happy eating." Jiang Weiguo obviously took these words seriously. I've been holding it in my stomach for a while.
"Eat!"
Jiang Weiming was stunned, looking at Jiang Feng with a sincere face and Jiang Weiguo with unhappy and unconvinced faces, and smiled helplessly.
"Third brother, just eat it. You, the cook, won't eat it, which makes me, the casual eater, embarrassed to eat it." Professor Li held the bowl and smiled.
"I'll eat it." Jiang Weiming took the bowl with a smile and took a big spoonful.
"I think we old cooks with degraded sense of taste will have to cook a separate portion for ourselves in the future, otherwise it will be so uncomfortable that it doesn't even taste good in our mouths," Jiang Weiming said.
Jiang Weiguo turned his head away from him, determined not to classify himself as an old man with a degraded sense of taste.
Jiang Feng watched Jiang Weiming finish a full bowl of chickpea pudding. He felt that he could neither steal anything nor help here. It was a bit redundant to stay in the kitchen. He was about to sneak away with a bang when he was stopped by Professor Li. .
"Xiao Feng, come to the study with me, and I'll talk to you about your graduation thesis." Professor Li put down the bowl.
Jiang Feng followed Professor Li to the study room.
For fresh graduates, the graduation thesis is indeed a top priority, and Jiang Feng spent a lot of time on it during the Chinese New Year. He originally planned to come to Li's house to discuss the thesis with Professor Li, but as soon as he arrived in Peiping, he received the big news from Roland and forgot about it.
Professor Li has already read some of what Jiang Feng wrote. He discussed some more detailed details with Jiang Feng, and recommended several papers and journals to him, asking him to go back and spend some time to read more, so as to complete the first draft and hand it over to him as soon as possible. Revise.
As long as Jiang Feng can complete the first draft, he will have nothing to do with the rest. Professor Li will help him with the polishing and revision. He only needs to wait for the defense.
The two discussed in the study for more than half an hour, and they didn't stop until Chen Suhua came in and told them that dinner was about to begin and asked them to go out to eat.
"By the way, uncle, I have already copied the letters you gave me last time. Do you want me to bring those letters over and return them to you next time?" Jiang Feng asked.
He put those letters into a takeout box for game props and put them in his prop inventory. Things put in the takeout box can keep their quality and freshness. Jiang Feng thought it would be a good idea to use it to store letters.
"It's useless if I keep those things. Your grandma Chen likes to clean and organize my bookshelf. If you leave it here, she might knock it off one day while organizing the bookshelf, and it will be in the corner, which is not good. These letters were originally written by my mother to your great-grandfather. If they were not sent out then, and now they are handed over to you, they can be regarded as returning to their original owners. "Professor Li has never meant to take back the things he sent.
"I'll leave the preservation to you. It would be quite troublesome for me to preserve it, so just pretend that I'm lazy and leave it to you." Professor Li said with a smile.
"Let's go eat. I didn't feel hungry at first, but the bowl of chickpea pudding I just ate made me appetizing. I just don't know if your grandpa and third grandpa can make Yuanxiao. I didn't pay attention when they were in the kitchen just now."
"I guess there are no Yuanxiao. My grandfather brought a lot of glutinous rice balls with sesame filling when he came. They are also delicious." Jiang Feng said, and left the study with Professor Li.
"Then I need to eat more. Your grandma Chen is from the north and only knows how to make Yuanxiao. I didn't even eat glutinous rice balls when I lived in City A a few years ago." (End of Chapter)