Chapter 655 Incense (4000+)
If someone wanted to ask Jiang Feng what his birthday tasted like, before today Jiang Feng might have answered elbows or longevity noodles, but after today Jiang Feng would only have one answer -
Creamy.
Whether it is mousse ice cream, black forest chocolate, the most traditional fruit cake, or the recently popular ancient cake, they all remain the same, with the core being cream.
Oh, you said the ancient cake has no cream?
Jiang Feng didn't know this. He was already full before eating the ancient cake.
Ji Yue told Jiang Feng that according to incomplete statistics, 11 people ordered cakes for him. That is indeed an incomplete statistics, because Jiang Feng received a total of 13 cakes, and the last one came from Wang Hao, who carried it personally.
He ordered an extra-large three-layered cake that was cheap, large, and very affordable, perfect for a cake fight. Originally, he wanted to surprise Jiang Feng, but unexpectedly gave Jiang Feng the final blow.
It was impossible for Jiang Feng to finish all the 13 cakes. Even Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng could only raise the white flag and surrender when faced with 13 cakes. But these cakes are everyone's feelings for him. Although this kind of heart does not make Jiang Feng truly smile with gratitude, it is still his heart.
Jiang Feng could only cut a small piece of each cake to taste. Even so, at the end of the taste, he couldn't tell whether what he was eating was matcha cake, mousse cake, or vanilla lemon cake.
His tongue could only give him sweet, greasy and creamy taste.
In addition to 13 cakes, Jiang Feng also received other gifts from Tai Feng Tower employees. Maybe because he is the boss, people who are familiar with him or not are prepared with small gifts, such as thermos cups, crystal balls, cocktails, pens, etc. The prices are high or low, and they are ornamental. There are practical ones.
Wu Minqi gave him a pair of shoes, which surprisingly matched the clothes Comrade Wang Xiulian bought for him. Jiang Feng even suspected that the two had discussed it in advance. Zhang Guanghang gave Jiang Feng a pair of expensive headphones because he felt that the sound effect might not be good when Jiang Feng used those headphones, which cost more than ten yuan, to watch the show.
As for why we have to consider sound effects when watching dramas, maybe the lives of rich people are so simple and unpretentious.
"Er, are you hungry? If you are, dad can help you go to the kitchen and take out the altar of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall that your grandfather prepared for you!" Seeing that Jiang Feng had finally taken stock of all the gifts, Jiang Jiankang, who had been waiting for an opportunity to observe the situation, took the initiative. Attack, asking expectantly while rubbing his hands together excitedly.
Jiang Feng:?
"Jiang Jiankang, what are you doing standing there? Why don't you come over and have a barbecue? There's no one grilling here!" Wang Xiulian stood by the grill and shouted. Although she didn't know what Jiang Jiankang was telling Jiang Feng, her intuition told her This is not a good thing for him.
His wife was calling him, so Jiang Jiankang had no choice but to walk towards the grill and start grilling skewers.
"Honey, should we grill the mutton skewers first or the beef skewers first?" Jiang Jiankang also sold barbecue in the early years due to livelihood constraints.
"First grill the mutton skewers, sprinkle some spicy food, add more cumin, and remember to turn it more often. The mutton is a bit fat, so don't end up with big skewers of inedible fat meat." In the early years, Wang Xiulian was also forced to work with Jiang Jiankang due to livelihood. Sold kebabs.
"What were you talking about just now?" Wang Xiulian felt that Ji Yue and the others were not very good at skewering the skewers, so she started skewering the mutton skewers again.
"I just want to remind my son not to forget to eat the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall altar in the kitchen. Before dad left, he went to the kitchen to turn off the fire. If he hits it and forgets, it will be cold." Jiang Jiankang said.
"Don't think about that Buddha jumping over the wall, that's what dad specializes in treating Xiaofeng." Wang Xiulian said.
"Cure the disease?" Jiang Jiankang was confused. What kind of disease could only be cured by eating Buddha and jumping over the wall? He also wanted to get this disease.
"We thought Xiaofeng was sick before, but now we know it's not true, but dad didn't know it when he jumped over the wall." After saying this, Wang Xiulian also came to her senses, but still didn't allow Jiang Jiankang to have the idea of jumping over the wall. "Even if Xiaofeng It’s been a hard time since I was sick. It’s time to take some good supplements. You’re a father and you still have the nerve to think about your son’s food. Turn over the mutton skewers. Did you sprinkle too much chili powder?”
"I have been my father's son for almost 50 years and I have never eaten the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall made by my father. Xiaofeng's grandson, who is only over 20 years old, has eaten it. Can you not want to?" Jiang Jiankang expressed his grievances.
"Don't even think about it!" Wang Xiulian stood firm and looked away from the mutton skewers. When she looked up, she saw Jiang Feng.
Jiang Jiankang also saw Jiang Feng and said enthusiastically: "Er, are you hungry? Just wait two more minutes, and the mutton skewers will be ready soon!"
Jiang Feng:...
Not only did he not want to eat mutton kebabs, he was also a little full and nauseated.
Although Jiang Feng would occasionally eat sweet cakes to satisfy his need for sweets, this was the first time he had eaten so many cakes at once. He didn't like sweets like Jiang Jiankang and Ji Xia. Now Jiang Feng could only feel the cream rolling in his stomach, rushing straight from his esophagus to his mouth.
If you add some meaty mutton skewers at this time, which are slightly fat, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, and have a slight smell of mutton, it will probably be doubly harmful.
"No, no." Jiang Feng waved his hands repeatedly.
"I just suddenly remembered that before grandpa went to Yongheju for dinner, he went into the kitchen and turned off the fire of the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall. I'm afraid the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall won't taste good if it gets cold. How about we go into the kitchen and eat it?" Jiang Feng said.
Jiang Jiankang's eyes were moist, and he even wanted to make an elbow for Jiang Feng to eat on the spot.
Regarding the matter of eating Buddha and jumping over the wall, Jiang Feng not only called his biological father and mother, but also Wu Minqi, Zhang Guanghang, Ji Yue, Ji Xia, Ji Xue and Wang Hao.
If the old man had made such a Buddha jump over the wall for Jiang Feng in the past, Jiang Feng would have at most asked Wu Minqi and his parents to secretly eat the Buddha jump over the wall. But today is different from the past. Today is different from usual - Jiang Feng is full.
Now let alone half a bowl, it would be good if he could stuff himself a bowl.
Since he couldn't eat it, he might as well share it generously with his relatives and good friends. Jiang Feng thought so and did so.
Then a group of people sneakily gathered in the kitchen with the smell of lamb kebabs, beef kebabs, Turkish barbecue, cumin and chili noodles.
There is a jar on the stove.
A heavy, still warm, jar that looks a bit old.
Jiang Feng had seen this jar before. The last time he saw it, it made a child cry in a train carriage.
Everyone was excited.
Even Wu Minqi, who had eaten chicken bean curd and boiled cabbage, was a little excited. Although she had eaten a lot of boiled cabbage, she had never tasted the truly top-notch and delicious Buddha Jumping Over the Wall. Who said the Wu family couldn't make Buddha Jumping Over the Wall?
The most excited person is Jiang Jiankang.
Jiang Jianguo was beaten when he was a child for boiling cabbage in water, and Jiang Jiankang was also beaten when he was a child for jumping over the wall. It's just that Jiang Jianguo was beaten because he wanted to eat a dish he had never seen before, and Jiang Jiankang was beaten because he wanted to eat a dish that had been placed in front of him.
Jiang Jiankang has also seen this dish. When the old man was still a chef in a state-owned hotel, he once cooked this dish for his leaders. At that time, Jiang Jiankang was already helping out in a state-owned hotel. While helping the old man watch the heat, he tried to sneak a taste. After being discovered by the old man, he enjoyed the same treatment as his brother, hanging on the window sill and whipping her with a belt. The old man tired Grandma Jiang. smoke.
Of course, the reason why Jiang Jiankang was beaten was not because he wanted to eat secretly, but because he couldn't lift the cover when Buddha jumped over the wall. At that time, Jiang Jiankang didn't understand this, so he was hung up and beaten severely.
Decades have passed, the same jar, the same dishes, Jiang Jiankang couldn't help but memories of watching the Buddha jumping over the wall in front of him came to mind, tears soaked the corners of his eyes, and saliva filled his mouth.
He didn't want to think about anything right now, he just wanted to take a bite.
A big mouthful!
A big mouthful of sea cucumber, abalone, and pepper fish lips.
"Smash it, do you want to uncover it?" Jiang Jiankang couldn't wait any longer.
Although Jiang Feng didn't understand why his father suddenly became inexplicably excited, he still obediently stepped forward and lifted the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall steadily from the stove and placed it on a relatively stable cooking table.
Taking the bowl and spoon from the ace waiter Ji Yue, Jiang Feng placed the bowls in order, as if performing some mysterious ritual, and the atmosphere suddenly became solemn.
Uncover.
The fragrance is everywhere.
Even though he had smelled something similar, Jiang Feng couldn't help but start to inhale hard, as if taking a few more bites now would make it taste more delicious later.
When it comes to Buddhist wall-jumping skills, Jiang Weiguo is definitely not as good as Master Sun. Even though Jiang Weiguo is now much older than Master Sun back then, Jubaolou has to make a Buddha jump over the wall every day. Jiang Weiguo may not have the opportunity to do the Buddha jump over the wall for 10 years, and his technical level is definitely far behind Master Sun.
But it still smells good.
The aroma of seafood, meat, protein, broth, fat, the aroma of human beings’ most primitive desire for meat and fish.
In the past, Jiang Feng could only smell this kind of fragrance in his memory, which could only be smelled, touched or tasted. Now, the source of this fragrance was placed in front of him.
He felt he could eat a jar.
No, eat ten altars!
Jiang Feng began to carefully look at the Buddha jumping over the wall in the altar.
Different from the Buddha Tiaoqiang that I had before at Jubaolou, which was made with insufficient skills and was thickened with thick soup to forcibly express the richness and thickness, the Buddha Tiaoqiang in front of me looked different from what I had that day.
It is a whole and independent.
Every ingredient, whether it's whole abalone, cut sea cucumbers, large scallops, sliced ham, which looks a bit like supporting mushrooms or fish maw that seems to have been integrated into the soup, looks unique. Very vivid and independent, easily identifiable at a glance. But they are very harmonious and indispensable. If anything is missing, people will feel uncomfortable. It is as if they are connected together with small silk threads that are as sugary as caramelized yam. They are closely connected, and even the colors are blended together. That's why it can burst out with such a rich fragrance.
The lotus leaves used for sealing all have this fragrance, as if they are also part of the Buddha jumping over the wall, and people can't help but want to tear off a piece to taste it.
Jiang Feng began to fill the bowl.
He is not a professional at loading and dividing dishes, and it is impossible for him to put the same portion and the same ingredients in every bowl. The ingredients are different, the portions are different, and who gets which bowl all depends on fate. Whoever Jiang Feng gives it belongs to whom.
For other people, this is just a Buddha jumping over the wall from the sky. If you eat it, you will earn it. To worry about other things would be too petty and putting the cart before the horse.
The kitchen was very quiet for a while.
A bite of abalone, so fresh!
A scallop, so fresh!
A bite of diced bamboo shoots is also fresh!
A big mouthful of shiitake mushrooms, still fresh!
Different from the freshness of Chickpea Flowers, Chickpea Flowers are light, while Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is rich.
The former is the ultimate clear soup, and the latter is a gluttonous feast.
Jiang Feng was originally full, but felt hungry again after eating Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.
There were eight people present, and each person had half a bowl of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall empty. Everyone is in that state where they eat but don’t feel happy, and want to eat more but can’t. It’s the most head-scratching and heart-wrenching situation.
But what Jiang Feng and the others didn't know was that they were worried, and the people outside were even more worried.
They had forgotten to close the kitchen door when they came in.
The children outside were already crying.
Not only the children in the barbecue restaurant were crying, but the children by the window in Yonghe Residence next door were also crying.
It’s all because Buddha Jumps Over the Wall is so fragrant, and it’s all because of the breeze today.
Sitting at the window on the second floor, I felt that I had picked an excellent location. I could not only taste the delicious food, but also look up at the night sky and breathe fresh air. Xu Cheng, who enjoyed the breeze outside the window, felt like an Arhat in the bowl. The shrimp is no longer fragrant.
As a veteran food critic, of course he could smell what was coming.
Is it the Buddha jumping over the wall, or is it comparable to the level of the Jubao Tower a few years ago?
It is not that there are other good restaurants in China that make Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, but the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall made by chefs from different places, different restaurants, and under different teachers is different. One second, Xu Cheng was lamenting to Peng Changping that Sun Guanyun, the Sun family's Buddha Jumping over the Wall, might be lost, but the next second he smelled the Sun family's Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.
"The Buddha Jumps Over the Wall smells so good. What store is opposite?" Peng Changping put down his chopsticks, "You didn't tell me just now that there is a Chinese restaurant of this level opposite."
Xu Cheng had never noticed what kind of restaurant was opposite Yongheju. He got up and walked two steps to the window to take a look, and then he began to doubt his life.
"Self-service barbecue restaurant." Xu Cheng said.
Peng Changping:?
He hasn't returned to China for so many years. Have domestic self-service barbecue restaurants developed to this level?
"Does a self-service barbecue restaurant in China sell Buddha jumping over the wall?" Peng Changping also began to doubt life.
"Normally...not for sale." Xu Cheng didn't expect that there was such a powerful store in Beiping City. He didn't know.
"How about we go over and have a look." Peng Changping said with a smile, "I should know the master who can make such a Buddha Jumping Over the Wall. Maybe the shop opposite is opened by a junior of one of my old friends. You must have smelled it. Can’t sit still”
Xu Cheng stood up immediately and helped Peng Changping up.
Peng Changping waved his hand, showing no trace of the centenarian's fatigue: "You don't need any support. You can sit on a plane for more than ten hours. You only need to support yourself when you stand up."
Xu Cheng and Peng Changping walked towards the stairs together. As they walked, Xu Cheng accidentally glanced aside and felt that the elderly people sitting at the table against the wall looked a bit like the two Master Jiang from Taifeng Tower.
"By the way, when are we going to Tai Feng Tower to meet the two Master Jiangs you told me about?" When Xu Cheng was about to take a second look, Peng Changping spoke.
"Tomorrow, the Tai Feng Building team building is closed today. I called yesterday to ask." Xu Cheng said without thinking too much.
How could Tai Feng Tower come to Yongheju to build a group? It was impossible. He probably got it wrong.
"I would also like to thank you for your willingness to make a special trip here. Originally, I wanted to invite the two Master Jiangs from Tai Feng Building to come to your place, but Master Jiang Weiming had a serious illness some time ago and could not bear such a long journey, so I just Thank you for your hard work," Xu Cheng said, "I really can't find a better reviewer besides you."
"Originally I didn't want to come. After all, I'm an old man and my body is a bit too much to run around." Peng Changping said with a smile, "But since you told me on the phone that there is a Master Jiang who should be ranked in the top 10 in terms of strength. They are Jiang Chengde’s sons, so of course I should come.”
"Do you know Jiang Chengde?" Xu Cheng asked Peng Changping again when he went downstairs.
"How can I know him? My father knows him and respects him very much. My father was taught by Master Jiang Chengde when he was young. He always told me that he is the true number one person in Chinese food. No one can surpass him. It's a pity that he was so early. Just disappeared.”
"I really want to know the level of his son." (End of Chapter)