Chapter 657 Artistic atmosphere
How delicious is barbecue?
Which is better, grilled vegetables, grilled staple food, or grilled meat dishes?
Which is better: roast beef, roast lamb, roast pork skewers, or three-meat mixed skewers?
It was difficult for Jiang Feng to give an answer to these questions. He could only say that they were all delicious!
As long as the chef is in place, let alone vegetables, meat and staple food, grilled durian will be delicious!
Peng Changping didn't lie to Jiang Feng, he was indeed very good at BBQ. All this is thanks to his great-grandson, a young BBQ enthusiast.
The mutton skewers are alternately fat and thin, with large chunks of sizzling oil, covered in cumin to cover up the smell.
The meat is tender and large, with clear texture. The savory beef skewers are repeatedly brushed with salty sauce several times to let the flavor penetrate even more.
Larger pieces of pork skewers with alternating fat and lean meat, with some crispy bones, crunchy, flowing gravy, marinated and flavorful, and sprinkled with a little chili powder on the surface.
Grilled to perfection, extremely crispy, sliced to a moderate thickness, slightly salty but yet full of flavor, these toasted steamed bun slices are filled with the sweetness of roasted wheat.
Not to mention other things, so it can't be compared with the various meat skewers and the grilled steamed buns that are so delicious that you'll want to eat them again, but they are still extremely delicious and delicious, and you will never forget them just by smelling them. The taste of the skewers will leave your tongue hungry.
Jiang Feng felt that if the kebabs at the entrance of his elementary school were of this level, he would have caught up with the average level of the Jiang family, and he would not be able to defeat his two cousins with both fists.
Peng Changping's skewers are grilled in order, from meat to staple food to vegetables. How many of each kind you grill depends on your mood. Jiang Feng and Xu Chengcheng stood beside him to help get the skewers. Whoever gets the skewers first gets the moon, and whoever gets it first eats first.
Since there are many monks and few porridge, they both basically ensure that they can taste a little of everything and then pass the rest around. As for whether others can taste a little of everything, it is not their concern.
Perhaps because of the tense atmosphere, Peng Changping asked Jiang Feng about the Jiang family while grilling skewers. These things were not secrets, so Jiang Feng knew everything and talked about them.
While chatting, Peng Changping couldn't help but talk about himself.
After Peng Changping moved abroad, he opened a Chinese restaurant there, but now the restaurant is basically managed by his disciples. He has not cooked for many years.
He has three sons and one daughter. Only his eldest son and daughter learned his craft. After his daughter married a lawyer, she stopped working as a chef. The eldest son, who was originally expected to inherit the restaurant, died of cancer at a young age, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man.
As for the other children and grandchildren, they all have their own pursuits and ambitions, and are engaged in various walks of life, except that there is no chef.
Although Peng Changping said that Tan's cuisine is not lost if he has apprentices to inherit it, he went to Yongheju today to taste the craftsmanship of several of his disciples and felt that they have not lost the reputation of Tan's cuisine. There is nothing to regret. But Jiang Feng still read the word regret from his tone and eyes.
"Now times have changed and everyone has more choices." Peng Changping stopped grilling skewers after feeling a little tired and found a chair nearby to sit down. Jiang Feng made him a cup of hot tea.
Peng Changping blew on the cup twice and took a sip of tea before saying slowly: "When I was a child, I didn't have a choice. My father was a carpenter and my son was a carpenter, my father was a cook and my son was a cook, my father was a tailor and my son was a tailor. No matter you Do you like it or not, are you happy with it or not? These are all good jobs. , the skills that can support a family and make a living are generally not something you can learn if you want to. After studying, you can become a reporter, write articles, and work for the government. But at that time, even if you wanted to study and learn calligraphy, most people could do it. Without those conditions, no one will teach.”
"It's different now. Everyone can read and write. With a wider horizon, there are more choices. If you don't like it, don't be happy. We didn't have a choice at the beginning. Now you have so many choices. Of course you have to choose what you want. Happy.”
Seeing that the topic began to gradually develop into a slightly sad direction, Xu Cheng quickly interrupted: "Master Peng, in half an hour it will be time for you to take medicine. I remember that you didn't take the medicine when you came out and threw it in the hotel. How about I accompany you back to the hotel now?”
Peng Changping slapped his head: "Look at my memory, I forgot about it again. When I came out, my grandson set the alarm clock for me two days ago and asked me to take medicine on time. I set the alarm clock but didn't bring the medicine with me. Then I won’t bother you anymore and go back.”
With that said, Peng Changping stood up to leave.
Jiang Feng walked him to the door and helped him open the door.
"By the way." Peng Changping had already walked out of the barbecue restaurant, and suddenly looked back at Jiang Feng, "Since my junior sister's grandson is your college classmate, please contact him and let him talk to Zhang Chu. If possible, can you We can’t come to Peking to get together.”
"If you really don't have time, then set a date and I will go find him. I haven't seen him for many years, and I always want to meet these old friends."
"Don't worry, I will send a message to Junior Zhang tonight." Jiang Feng quickly agreed.
Watching Xu Cheng and Peng Changping leave, they both got into the car. Jiang Feng opened the door and returned to the store. Then he found that the atmosphere in the store had become different.
Wang Xiulian was picking and choosing Jiang Jiankang's barbecue, and Jiang Jiankang was also picking and choosing his own barbecue. Ji Yue looked at Zhang Guanghang's barbecue with doubts, and Zhang Guanghang was full of doubts about his own barbecue while grilling.
Peng Changping single-handedly raised everyone's evaluation standards for barbecue.
The only exception was Sang Ming. He was frantically sending WeChat messages to his sister to brag about how delicious the barbecue he had just eaten was. After sending the WeChat message, he even wanted to send it to Moments. Not only did he want to send it to Moments, but he also wanted to add a picture.
Now Sang Ming is asking people around to ask who took the photo just now.
Everyone was busy eating just now, who remembered to take pictures?
Jiang Feng took the photo.
Jiang Feng raised his cell phone and waved to Sang Ming: "I took the photo."
Sang Ming immediately ran towards Jiang Feng happily like a running pony, and said with a smile: "Little boss, will our store's team building be like this in the future?"
Jiang Feng:?
are you dreaming?
Jiang Feng didn't reply and sent the photo to Sang Ming.
"By the way, little boss, who was the old chef who helped us barbecue just now? Is he the barbecue master you specially hired from outside? The barbecue he made is really delicious. I have never tasted it in my life. Such delicious barbecue, really! I think the old chef is old! He's quite big. Is he a very famous barbecue chef? Do you know his name? Can I include his name when I send it to Moments?" Sang Ming's mouth was like a machine gun. A barrage of questions fired like bullets.
"The master just now was Peng Changping." Jiang Feng said.
"Who is Peng Changping? Is he a particularly famous barbecue master?" Sang Ming asked.
Jiang Feng:...
He forgot that Sang Ming was a person that even Wharton didn't know. How could he know who Peng Changping was?
"Do you know about the celebrity chef list?" Jiang Feng asked.
"I know." Sang Ming nodded. Although he didn't know who was on the celebrity chef list, he still knew about the celebrity chef list, just like most people know about the Forbes list but don't know who is in the top 10 on the list.
No matter who he is, I can't get in anyway.
"Master Peng is the heir to Tan's cuisine, and he is also the number one master in the celebrity chef list today. And he was not invited by me. He just happened to be eating in Yonghe across the street today and came over to take a look." Jiang Feng said .
Sang Ming's eyes widened, and as Jiang Feng expected, he let out an exclamation of "Wow".
Then Sang Ming began to edit the circle of friends. In the middle of editing, he handed his phone to Jiang Feng: "Little boss, please help me take a look. Does Master Peng's Peng Changping have these three words?"
Jiang Feng:...
Don’t think that I don’t know, you don’t care who Peng Changping is, you just want to post on Moments.
Zheng Siyuan's birthday peach was the last to arrive. It was more like a birthday bag than a birthday peach. It was small, about the size of a palm, and looked very delicate and cute. From a distance, it really looked like a small peach.
Zheng Siyuan ordered instant delivery. When it arrived, the longevity peaches were still warm and soft when pinched. The bean paste filling was slightly sweet, the noodles were very soft, and it was soft and not too sweet in the mouth. For Jiang Feng, who had eaten barbecue all night, it was a pleasure to eat such a small, exquisite, moderately sweet but unexpectedly oily and greasy peach at the end of the dinner.
There were not many longevity peaches, and it was not possible to get one per person. Except for Jiang Feng and a few other people who ate a whole peach, everyone shared it as a way to enjoy the taste.
The advantage of having a private meal at someone else's restaurant is that you don't have to clean up after eating. You can just leave after eating and experience the pleasure of customer consumption.
After returning home, Jiang Feng suddenly couldn't help but relish Peng Changping's grilled mutton skewers. Maybe it was because this was the first skewer that Jiang Feng had eaten.
Jiang Feng suddenly felt a little hungry after reminiscing about it. Although he was full, the hunger caused by this sudden craving could not subside. Jiang Feng remembered that when he cooked the noodles in the morning, there seemed to be some noodles left, which were not enough for a bowl. If he cooked them now and added an egg, sprinkled with some chopped green onion and drizzled with sesame oil, it would be enough to satisfy his craving.
Unable to move his heart, Jiang Feng took off his coat and walked into the kitchen to start cooking noodles.
When Wu Minqi walked out of the room with the gift she had prepared for Jiang Feng, she happened to see Jiang Feng beating eggs.
"Fengfeng, aren't you full?" Wu Minqi asked.
"I'm full, but I suddenly felt a little hungry just now. I happened to have some noodles left in the morning, so I just cooked them." Jiang Feng noticed what Wu Minqi was holding, "What is this?"
Wu Minqi was a little confused: "This is the gift I prepared for you."
"A gift?" Jiang Feng was a little surprised. If he remembered correctly, Wu Minqi had only given him a pair of shoes a few hours ago.
"It's not a birthday gift, it's an anniversary gift." Wu Minqi spread out the thing in her hand, and Jiang Feng saw that it was an apron.
A very simple style, white apron with a maple character in the upper left corner and a strange pattern in the lower right corner.
Jiang Feng stared at the strange pattern and felt that it was a person, an abstract person with a bit of Picasso style.
If you look carefully, it should be a man.
"What is this?" Jiang Feng pointed to the Picasso-style abstract figure on the apron.
"You."
Jiang Feng:?
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"I ordered this apron online." Wu Minqi was a little embarrassed, "Actually, this is not what I drew at the beginning. Their aprons are said to be DIYable, as long as I send them the words and patterns I want. They can get it out for me.”
"I originally wanted to ask Ji Yue to draw it for me, but then I thought that since it was a gift, I had to draw it myself. It didn't look like this when I drew it. Although it didn't look good, it looked normal because I asked She taught me a little bit about how to draw Ji Yue. I don’t know why she sent me this kind of thing. I wanted to return it and ask them to make a new one for me, but I didn't have time. I was originally planning not to give it away, but you made me that bowl of noodles again this morning, and I thought it would be bad not to give it away, but it would be better if I did. I think..." Wu Minqi spoke softer and faster, turning her simple words into broken thoughts.
Jiang Feng suddenly felt that it was worth it to see her Mr. Wu like this, even if his Q-version image turned into a Picasso-style villain.
At least...it looks artistic.
Jiang Feng took the apron from Wu Minqi's hand, wrapped it around him, and looked down.
"Is it artistic?" Jiang Feng wanted to liven up the atmosphere.
"Pfft." Wu Minqi couldn't hold it back.
Her Fengfeng is so cute.
It's cute even in the trash can. (End of chapter)