Chapter 641 Chickpea Flower (2)
Jiang Weiming spent most of the day just making chicken soup.
During the whole process of making the clear soup, Jiang Xiaoran ate breakfast, had lunch, played with his mobile phone for a while, and wrote a program for a while, solving some original bugs and adding some new ones.
Jiang Feng watched with his own eyes as the two pots of orange-yellow chicken soup gradually became clear and translucent in Jiang Weiming's hands. The impurities disappeared and the color faded, eventually turning into two pots of chicken soup that looked like clear water and exuded an alluring fragrance.
uncanny workmanship.
The clear soup is not finished until almost dinner time. The clear soup is the most difficult part of the whole chicken and bean curd dish, and it is also the part that best reflects the chef's cooking skills. After making the two pots of clear soup, Jiang Weiming did not make the minced chicken immediately. Instead, he poured the two pots of clear soup into the refrigerator and started making dinner.
Jiang Weiming seemed to be locked in the kitchen, busy moving around between the stoves all day long.
Jiang Xiaoran came out of the room after fixing the bug and wanted to grab something to eat in the refrigerator. When he entered the kitchen, he saw that the sleeves and apron on Jiang Weiming's clothes were definitely different from those at noon, and then he realized that he had been in the kitchen all afternoon. Busy work.
"Grandpa, you won't be cooking that chicken soup all afternoon, right?" Jiang Xiaoran asked.
"Consommé is relatively expensive. Someone needs to be watching when making it. It cannot be separated from people." Jiang Weiming explained.
Jiang Xiaoran took a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator: "We don't have to cook it so carefully at home, it just needs to be delicious. When my mother stewed chicken, she would beat the chicken and put it in the stew pot. I just put the saucepan on to keep warm before going to bed. You don't have to watch over it next time you stew chicken. Just go to the living room and watch TV. If you're worried about losing track of time, just tell me and I'll set an alarm. .”
Jiang Xiaoran had never eaten chicken bean curd and didn't know what it was. She thought it was chicken stewed with bean curd, similar to chicken stew.
"What I make is clear soup, not chicken soup. It's different." Jiang Weiming didn't explain too much. Anyway, Jiang Xiaoran would understand when he saw the real thing.
After dinner, Jiang Weiming did not make chickpeas immediately, but went downstairs for a walk with Jiang Xiaoran. Jiang Feng could tell from Jiang Xiaoran's dull expression that he probably didn't like walking very much.
Taking a walk with grandpa is the duty of every filial grandson.
The old residential area where Jiang Yong's family is located is not big. Jiang Weiming's walk only meant walking around the residential area twice. When he was about to go back, he stopped by the small supermarket near the community and bought two bags of flour.
"Grandpa, why don't you make dumplings at night? Look, it's almost 8 o'clock now. You still have to make those chickpea puddings when you go back. If you make dumplings again, you will probably be busy until eleven or twelve o'clock." Jiang Xiaoran said. Flour advised.
"Then I won't make any. I'll mix some fillings for you and put them in the refrigerator. When your mother is free in two days, let your mother make dumplings for you." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
In fact, he didn't necessarily want to make dumplings. He just wanted to fill up the refrigerator before leaving and leave more traces of his stay at Jiang Yong's house.
However, Jiang Weiming was indeed tired after a busy day. Not making high-grade clear soup for so many years made him underestimate how time-consuming and laborious it was to make high-grade clear soup. This is why he did not make chickpea pudding immediately after finishing the clear soup.
After climbing the stairs, Jiang Weiming was still breathing a little. It seemed that he was really tired.
When Jiang Weiming and Jiang Xiaoran returned home, Jiang Yong and his wife had already returned. There were open lunch boxes on the dining table. It was obvious that they had brought food back from the workplace canteen.
"Dad, I just saw two basins of water in the refrigerator that smelled a bit like soup. Did you make it today?" Lin Juan was washing dishes in the kitchen and asked when Jiang Weiming and Jiang Xiaoran came back.
Jiang Weiming was still panting, so he found a chair nearby and sat down, saying: "That's the clear soup I made this afternoon. Don't clean up the kitchen now. I'll make chickpeas later, and then I'll mess up the kitchen again." Have to clean it up again.”
"Chicken bean curd?" Jiang Yong heard the sound and walked out of the room, still holding a pen in his right hand.
"Dad, are you making chickpeas today?"
"It's not done yet. Everything is ready. I just finished making the clear soup before dinner." Jiang Weiming said.
"Grandpa stayed in the kitchen all day today." Jiang Xiaoran added.
"Don't do it. That dish is so troublesome. It will only taste like a bowl. It's not worth it to finish it in a few minutes." Jiang Yong said, "You are going back to Peiping tomorrow, and you haven't finished packing these things yet. Besides, the drive back to Peking takes several hours, so you should go to bed early and have a good rest today, and don’t waste that time making chickpeas.”
Jiang Yong obviously did not support Jiang Weiming making chicken bean curd when he had to pant for a long time to climb a building.
"I was just thinking that I would be leaving tomorrow, so I asked for clear soup and wanted to make chickpea pudding for you. I haven't made any good dishes for you for so long during the Chinese New Year. The clear soup is ready, and the next steps are not that troublesome. It can be done soon." Jiang Weiming still wanted to do it.
"It's not troublesome. It takes eight or nine hours to make the clear soup, and the rest will take an hour or two at least. It will probably be 10 o'clock when it is finished." Jiang Xiaoran and Lin Juan didn't know about the chicken bean curd. Jiang Yong, as the editor of the gourmet magazine The editor-in-chief understands all too well, "You still have to pack your luggage. It will probably be 12 o'clock when you finish this work. Listen to me and stop doing it. Don't exhaust yourself by then."
When Lin Juan heard that this bean curd was so troublesome, she quickly agreed: "Yes, dad, don't do it."
Jiang Xiaoran stood at the door holding the flour and did not dare to speak. Although he really wanted to eat it, he also felt that there was really no need to spend so much effort and energy on making a dish, especially when Jiang Weiming was so old.
Seeing that his son and daughter-in-law were blocking him, Jiang Wei was obviously a little disappointed and said: "I originally thought about making some dumpling stuffing for you tonight."
Jiang Yong suddenly became a little anxious: "Dad, why are you wasting your time? Aren't there some dumplings left in the dumplings you made last time? There is still water in the water heater. You go take a bath first, and then ask Xiaoran to help Let’s pack our bags together and go to bed early today.”
Lin Juan noticed something from Jiang Weiming's expression and glared at Jiang Yong, trying to give him a hint with her eyes to tell him to shut up. But Jiang Yong didn't notice Lin Juan's eyes at all. After speaking, he walked towards the bathroom to adjust the water heater.
Seeing that the hint was useless, Lin Juan could only raise her voice to express it clearly.
"I think making dumplings is okay, Dad, how about we make dumplings tonight!" Lin Juan said loudly.
Although Jiang Weiming didn't show it on his face, Jiang Feng could tell that he was very happy inside at this time.
"Make...make dumplings?" Jiang Yong hadn't realized what kind of medicine Lin Juan was selling in the gourd.
"It just so happens that the dumplings at home are almost finished. I'm going to knead the dough first. Xiaoran, you help grandpa pack the luggage first. After packing, dad, come over and mix the fillings. Tonight we are making dumplings in the living room while watching TV. , the whole family is together," Lin Juan said.
"Oh." After receiving the instruction, Jiang Xiaoran put the flour on the ground and went to help Jiang Weiming pack his luggage.
Jiang Weiming nodded and entered the room with Jiang Xiaoran.
"What kind of dumplings are you making? Since we all eat in the cafeteria from now on and don't eat at home, what are we doing making dumplings?" Jiang Yong asked.
Lin Juan couldn't help but roll her eyes at him: "You are still the editor-in-chief who deals with people every day, and you can't even see this? Dad suddenly wants to cook a big meal for us. He is about to leave, and he is a little reluctant but embarrassed to say it. I just wanted to make the dish you just mentioned that takes eight or nine hours just to make the soup.”
"It's not tiring to make dumplings. Let's sit together and watch TV and chat. The worst thing is that Xiaoran should get up early during this period. Don't go downstairs to buy dumplings. Just eat dumplings at home in the morning."
"I don't think I'm wasting my time because I'm afraid he'll get tired." Jiang Yong defended.
Lin Juan shook her head helplessly and went to get the flour that Jiang Xiaoran had just put on the ground: "Forget it, I don't know yet? You haven't changed this problem for so many years. It's okay to have outsiders here. If it's just you and dad at home, The tone of speaking became very harsh.”
"How many years have passed and you are still like this."
"Did I sound harsh just now?"
"Would you like me to record it for you with my phone next time and you can listen to it yourself? Dad is actually nothing. Ever since I married you, he has never asked us for a penny for his own reasons, not even during the New Year or the holidays. They have cooked food at home and are waiting for us to go back. It's just that you were too partial in the past few years, mainly because your elder brother and Jiang Zhe were such jerks. You should change this problem." Lin Juan put the flour on the table and went to find it. The basin is ready to knead the dough.
"Oh." Jiang Yong was a little reluctant.
"By the way, what to do with the two pots of soup in the refrigerator? Didn't you just say that it would take eight or nine hours to make those two pots of soup?" Lin Juan asked.
"It depends on what dad wants." Jiang Yong returned to the room. (End of chapter)