Chapter 640 Chickpea Flower (1)
The fog cleared very quickly, and Jiang Feng might not have even seen him for two seconds before he found himself at Jiang Yong's house.
Yes, Jiang Yong's family.
Jiang Feng's current location is the living room of Jiang Yong's house. The things placed on the cabinet are almost the same as when Jiang Feng went to Jiang Yong's house before, or they may be exactly the same. After all, a few months later, Jiang Feng didn't remember much.
The house was quiet, there was no sound of people or footsteps, only the birds chirping outside the window could be heard, chirping non-stop as if the birds were having a meeting.
Could this memory be the memory of Third Grandpa’s visit to Jiang Yong’s house during the Chinese New Year this year?
This idea became stronger when Jiang Feng discovered the familiar computer book on the sofa, the pickled radish on the dining table, and the watch on the entrance.
Just when Jiang Feng was about to go to Jiang Xiaoran's room to see if there were two boxes of apples in his room, the door opened.
Jiang Xiaoran, who was wearing pajamas, a chicken coop on his head, cotton slippers and no socks, with his ankles exposed to the air, walked out of the room while grabbing his hair and squinting his eyes. He looked like he had just woken up.
Jiang Xiaoran yawned and subconsciously wanted to grab his phone but found that he didn't bring it out. He looked up at the clock on the wall and found that it was getting late and it would be time to have lunch in a while.
"Grandpa!" Jiang Xiaoran shouted, "Are you there?"
Then the kitchen door opened, and Jiang Weiming walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron, sleeves, and a thin cotton-padded jacket, with some minced meat on his hands.
The air tightness of Jiang Yong's kitchen door was quite good. Jiang Feng originally walked around the living room and didn't smell anything, but he smelled it as soon as the kitchen door opened.
Chicken soup flavor.
The very fragrant chicken soup must have been simmered for several hours. Ham and some aniseed ingredients were also added. It smelled very tempting.
Jiang Xiaoran's reaction was the same as Jiang Feng's. He took a deep breath and asked, "Grandpa, are you stewing chicken?"
"Almost, I'm making clear soup." Jiang Weiming said.
"My parents have gone to work today, and we are the only two at home. Didn't I book a ticket for you to go to Peking tomorrow? It doesn't matter if you go to work two days late. I asked for leave from the leader and I will take you to Peking tomorrow." Jiang Xiaoran scratched his head again, "It's all my fault for getting up late. I should have gotten up earlier. Originally, I planned to take you out to eat at noon today. But it's okay. I also made a reservation at a restaurant in the evening, so we can go out to eat at night."
"What delicious food is there? What are you going to waste this money on? Why don't you cook it at home? I have nothing to do anyway. It's good to watch TV and cook every day." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, " I spent some time processing the chicken this morning. I estimate that I will have to wait two hours for lunch. Are you hungry? I got up this morning and put some shaomai in the refrigerator. If you are hungry, I will take some out first. Steamed for you to eat.”
Jiang Xiaoran nodded: "Thank you, what kind of stuffing is it?"
"Dice mushrooms and bamboo shoots."
Jiang Xiaoran went to brush his teeth and wash up. Jiang Weiming returned to the kitchen to continue making his soup, and Jiang Feng followed.
There were casseroles of the same size on both stoves in the kitchen, and the same chicken soup was simmering in the casseroles. Jiang Feng took a closer look and saw that the chicken soup had been simmering for at least two hours. Jiang Weiming was cleaning the soup.
Scooping the soup is a very important step in the process of making soup stock and clear soup. If you want to make a clear soup as clear as white water like the one Jiang Weiming made before, you will have to spend a lot of time and energy on the soup.
The purpose of sweeping the soup is to remove the fat and impurities in the soup. There are two types of soup sweeps, one is red velvet made from minced pork tenderloin, and the other is white velvet made from minced chicken breast.
When sweeping the soup, you need to control the temperature of the soup. Pour the minced meat into the soup and stir. During the stirring process, the minced meat will absorb the impurities in the soup until it floats. Take it out with a colander, and finally filter it repeatedly with gauze until the soup is until you get the effect you want.
Generally, you only need to put red antler and white antler into the soup three to four times alternately to complete the soup. But if the requirements are higher, or if you just want to make a clear soup of Jiang Weiming's level, the number of times may have to be doubled. It can be said that the chef cannot leave the stove during the whole process of stewing. He needs to keep watching and moving. It is very time-consuming and requires a certain amount of technical content.
It is not easy to control the temperature and heat of the soup every time you sweep it.
Jiang Weiming is doing this time-consuming and energy-consuming work.
The change in the soup is obvious the first few times you sweep it, but as the number of sweeps increases, it becomes difficult to judge the change with the naked eye. Whether it is time to stop depends on the chef's personal judgment. Finally, use gauze to repeatedly The same goes for the filtering step.
Jiang Weiming was still sweeping the soup carefully. Jiang Xiaoran had already washed up and changed his clothes and went to the kitchen. He found the siomai that Jiang Weiming had just put in in the morning from the refrigerator. He walked outside with the steamer and siomai and started steaming the siomai with the induction cooker. .
"Xiaoran, I'm going back to Peiping tomorrow. There aren't many dumplings and steamed buns left from the last time I made them. You see what flavor you want to eat. I'll buy some ingredients when I'm free in the afternoon. In the evening I’ll make buns and dumplings for you.” Jiang Weiming said.
Jiang Xiaoran was fishing out the cold tea eggs from the basin on the dining table. Anyway, tea eggs are delicious hot or cold.
"Don't bother me. I have to go to work and I won't eat breakfast at home. I'll buy it from the breakfast shop downstairs. Grandpa...if you're not tired, you can actually make some steamed buns stuffed with fresh meat and bamboo shoots."
Jiang Feng:?
Jiang Xiaoran took half a tea egg in one mouthful, and one tea egg in two mouthfuls and it was gone.
Grandpa was working hard in the kitchen, but he was sitting on a chair waiting for food. Jiang Xiaoran felt very ashamed, but there was nothing he could do.
The food cooked by grandpa was so delicious that he didn’t even go out for dinner with friends during the Chinese New Year this year. He felt it was a sin to skip a bite.
"I'm not tired. What's the point of making steamed buns? I'll make you some Yuanxiao when I'm free in the evening." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
Jiang Xiaoran nodded wildly.
Jiang Weiming continued to sweep the soup, while Jiang Xiaoran sat on a chair and waited for the siomai to be steamed. The siomai was steamed, but Jiang Weiming was still cleaning the soup. Jiang Xiaoran had finished the siomai, and Jiang Weiming was still cleaning the soup.
Jiang Xiaoran became a little curious. He peeled another tea egg, grabbed the tea egg and walked to the kitchen door to look at it.
"Grandpa, this chicken soup should smell good, right?" Although Jiang Xiaoran didn't know how to cook, he felt that the soup should smell good enough to drink.
"It's still early. This soup is indispensable now. I'll cook you two vegetables for lunch later and we'll eat together. Grandpa will prepare something delicious for you in the evening." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, his tone seemed to be coaxing him. Grandson in primary school waiting for lunch.
Although Jiang Xiaoran was long past the age of just entering elementary school and waiting for lunch, his first reaction was the same as that of a child of this age.
He swallowed silently.
"What are you having for dinner?" Jiang Xiaoran felt it was time to cancel the Mexican restaurant reservation he made yesterday.
What is Mexican food?
Is the food cooked by my grandpa delicious?
"Chickpea blossoms." (End of chapter)