Chapter 627 Do you want to learn soup stock?
"Uncle Jiang, you are overthinking it. Third Grandpa's taste is not very good to begin with, but this does not affect his cooking at all." Jiang Feng comforted him.
Jiang Wenshi shook his head: "It's different, it's completely different."
"Master used to have a poor sense of taste, but he can still taste the taste. He can taste the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty, and he can taste the quality of a dish." Jiang Weisheng choked up, "Now Master, he can't taste anything at all."
Of course Jiang Feng knew the difference. For a chef of Jiang Weiming's level, the degradation of his sense of taste basically did not affect his cooking skills. As long as he could still taste some flavors, he could use his rich experience to make dishes that did not lose quality. .
But if the sense of taste is completely lost, even gods cannot control the seasoning.
There is only one Beethoven, and most people are mortal.
"No, it's impossible." Jiang Feng didn't believe it, "Did the third grandfather tell you?"
"How could Master say such a thing? I saw it myself." Jiang Weisheng wiped the tears on his face, "I made chicken soup for Master the day before yesterday. I bought the chicken at the vegetable market early in the morning. Pick the fattest ones The old hen was stewed with day lilies that Master loved. I started stewing it in the morning and continued until evening. The chicken was too fat and Master couldn’t eat anything too greasy now, so I stayed on the side to drain the oil.”
"When it was time to deliver food to Master at noon, I didn't dare to leave. I asked Jiang Yong to come over and take the food away."
"That pot of chicken soup was simmering so well. I thought Master might want to eat some chicken, so I chopped the chicken into small pieces. When it was about to come out of the pot, the chicken fell apart when I touched it with a spoon."< br>
Jiang Weisheng began to talk about the whole process of stewing chicken.
"That pot of chicken soup was so beautiful when it was about to come out of the pot. I was thinking that Master had been drinking white porridge the past few days, and it must be tasteless in his mouth, so I thought about quickly scooping up the soup and bringing it to Master. , but I forgot to add salt.” Jiang Weisheng said with a sad face, “I didn’t think about it until Master picked it up and drank it, and I said the wrong thing in a hurry.”
"What did you say?"
"I told Master that I added too much salt."
Jiang Feng:...
He seemed to know how Jiang Weiming discovered that Jiang Weiming had lost his sense of taste.
"So, what Third Grandpa said is..."
"Master nodded and told me that the soup was a little salty."
Jiang Feng was silent.
He didn't know how to comfort Jiang Weili.
As one of the five senses, taste is not as important as hearing and vision, but it is still an indispensable sense for human beings.
If you lose your sense of taste, you lose the right to explore and experience the world with your tongue, and you lose the simplest way to obtain joy and happiness.
A tasteless tongue is like a tasteless life. Ordinary people cannot accept losing their sense of taste, let alone chefs who make a living by their cooking skills and tongue.
If there is any other profession that is more intolerable to losing the sense of taste than chefs, then it may be professional food critics like Xu Cheng.
Jiang Feng couldn't speak. In the short period of time just now, he imagined what would happen to him if it was not Jiang Weiming who lost his sense of taste but Jiang Weiguo?
"Grandpa Third..." Jiang Feng couldn't continue speaking in the middle of his sentence.
"Uncle Jiang, please find time to quietly ask the doctor. Third Grandpa doesn't want to ask you to help him ask. Maybe this is just temporary. Even if Third Grandpa really..." Jiang Feng paused, "Well,
Then there is nothing we can do. Third Grandpa is so old after all. I have just escaped from hell again. As long as I am healthy, this kind of thing..."
"Grandpa Third is also worried about you when you look like this."
Jiang Weili lowered his head, like a primary school student listening to the teacher's instructions: "I know, I just feel sad."
"You make me sad for two days, just two days."
The queue to turn on the water moved forward a few steps, and Jiang Wengsheng followed suit: "Xiao Feng, you go back and talk to the master. I'll just wait in line here to turn on the water."
As he spoke, he wiped the tears from his face with his hand.
The hands can wipe away the tears but cannot wipe away the red eyes.
"By the way, Xiaofeng, do you have Jiang Yanlu's contact information?" Jiang Weili asked.
"Jiang Yanlu?" Jiang Feng shook his head. Because of the memory of Jiang Xiaoran he had seen before, Jiang Feng now had a very bad impression of Jiang Yanlu's family.
All the villains are nothing more than this.
"Master has been in the hospital for so long, and he didn't even call." Jiang Weisheng looked a little angry, "Thanks to Master who loved him so much, even if he didn't come, he didn't even call."
"White-eyed wolf!"
Jiang Feng nodded in agreement.
In fact, Jiang Weili and Jiang Feng really wronged Jiang Yanlu about this matter. Jiang Yanlu had not called Jiang Weiming before. He called Jiang Weiming as soon as Jiang Yong told him the news. Although he is not a filial son in behavior, he is definitely a well-deserved filial son on the phone.
But the problem is that Jiang Yanlu's number has been blocked by Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Weiming had done this kind of thing many times before. Every time Jiang Yanlu got so angry that he blocked his phone number, and then released him two days later. The last time he was blacklisted was when Jiang Yanlu called Jiang Weiming two years ago. According to common sense, Jiang Weiming would release Jiang Yanlu’s phone number from the blacklist the next day after that time. It was so colorful that Jiang Weiming forgot about it.
Later, a series of well-known things happened. Jiang Weiming gradually got used to his eldest son not calling him. He was completely unaware that the real reason why his eldest son did not call was that his phone number was blacklisted.
As a filial son on the phone, Jiang Yanlu would not ask Jiang Yong for WeChat even if the phone couldn't be reached.
A filial son is a filial son by phone. As long as there is no phone, he is no longer a filial son.
After scolding Jiang Yanlu, Jiang Weiqing was obviously in a much better mood. He urged Jiang Feng to go back to the ward and talk to Jiang Weiming more. It was soon time for Jiang Weiming to turn off the lights and go to bed.
After Jiang Feng returned to the ward, he found Jiang Weiming eating orange candies made by Sun Jikai himself, smiling, staring at the TV with candy in his mouth.
"I didn't expect that this child from the Sun family has such skills, and the candy can almost match those sold on the market." Jiang Weiming praised.
"It's just that the orange flavor is a bit weak, it's better to make the original flavor." Jiang Weiguo said.
Jiang Weiming nodded: "Yes, the orange flavor is a little weak."
It was originally a flawless performance, but Jiang Feng saw the only trace of the performance in Jiang Weiming's eyes because he had read the script in advance.
Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming chatted for a few more words. The two juniors, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi, couldn't get in the conversation and could only stand at the end of the bed. Wu Minqi tugged on Jiang Feng's sleeve.
"What's wrong with Uncle Jiang?" Wu Minqi asked in a low voice.
"Go back and tell you."
"Okay, little brother, it's getting late now. You guys have just rushed back. You must be tired. Go back and wash up and sleep first. We have to work tomorrow. I have so many people here to take care of me, so everything will be fine." Jiang Weiming began to prepare to see off the guests.
Jiang Weiguo stood up: "I will cook tomorrow's meal."
"Xiao Feng." Jiang Weiming called to Jiang Feng who had already reached the door, "Please stay here for a moment. I have something to tell you."
Jiang Feng felt a little strange, turned his head and told Wu Minqi to wait for him downstairs, and walked to Jiang Weiming.
After Jiang Weiguo and Wu Minqi both left the ward, Jiang Weiming said to Aunt Zhu and Zhang Li: "Can you please go out first? I want to say something to Xiaofeng."
Aunt Zhu is a professional nurse. As long as it does not violate the doctor's instructions, the client can do whatever she says. As soon as Jiang Weiming finished speaking, she put down her work and went out. Zhang Li also nodded and went out together.
"Third Grandpa?" Jiang Fengjie and Jiang Weiming were shocked by such a big battle.
Could it be that Jiang Weiming wanted to teach him the Jiang family's supreme cooking skills and supreme martial arts?
"It's nothing, it's just those things I don't want them to know." Jiang Weiming explained, "You know about the hygiene, right?"
Jiang Feng was really shocked now. His acting skills were obviously not bad, and his lying was at a master level. Why was it that Jiang Weiming still saw what he did just now?
"When I said that the orange flavor was a little weak, you stared at me subconsciously." Jiang Weiming said, "How did he tell?"
"Uncle Jiang actually forgot to add salt to the chicken soup he made for you two days ago. He made a mistake when he was nervous." Jiang Feng said all the tricks honestly.
Jiang Weiming shook his head helplessly: "Actually, it's not a big deal. My sense of taste has deteriorated more and more over the years. This day will come sooner or later."
"Don't tell everyone about this yet. There have been so many things going on recently, and I don't want to worry everyone about such a trivial matter."
"Okay." Jiang Feng agreed.
"By the way, Xiaofeng, do you want to learn how to make soup stock and clear soup?" (End of Chapter)