Chapter 699 The old man is autistic online
Jiang Weiming was already drinking the soup happily. While drinking, he said to Jiang Weiming: "Master, Xiaofeng's skills are really getting better and better now. He has really not learned in vain in the past few months. This is so good." The soup stock is almost up to your level.”
Jiang Weiming came to his senses and did not immediately answer Jiang Weiming's words, but looked at Jiang Weiguo.
Jiang Weiguo had already taken a few sips of the soup. He didn't pay much attention to it at first. It wasn't until he tasted the taste that his expression became serious. After taking a sip, he moved the bowl away to look at the bowl. After taking another sip, he moved the bowl away and looked at Jiang Feng. .
From their expressions, it was not difficult for Jiang Weiming to see that the soup stock brought by Jiang Feng was really outstanding.
But why does he seem to be able to taste this excellence?
Jiang Weiming did not dare to take a second sip.
"Master, Master." Jiang Weiming had already finished a small bowl in his bowl and called Jiang Weiming softly.
"Ah, what's wrong?" Jiang Weiming woke up from a dream.
"Don't you want to drink it? Don't you want me to help you put this soup away?" Jiang Weisheng asked cautiously, thinking that Jiang Weiming was a little sentimental because he couldn't taste the taste.
Jiang Weiming shook his head slightly: "No need."
Take a second sip.
It really tastes like soup stock!
Jiang Weiming didn't even have time to taste how delicious the soup was. He was completely immersed in the shock that he actually tasted the taste of the soup in front of him.
It’s the umami flavor of chicken soup, the salty flavor of ham, and the taste of the top-quality stock that’s been carefully prepared by the chef after all the ingredients are mixed in just the right proportions.
He actually tasted the broth after drinking it.
For the first time in a long time, I can taste the food on my tongue and feel delicious food in my mouth.
Jiang Weiming took small sips, as if he was hallucinating, and drank the small bowl of soup in one gulp. After finishing the drink, he smacked his mouth with unsatisfied taste, as if he was aftertasteing it, and as if he was afraid that the taste would escape from his mouth.
Jiang Weiming no longer cares about what the people around him are saying, nor does he care about Jiang Weiguo's attitude towards Jiang Feng's broth, or even the broth itself. He only cares about the remaining taste in his mouth.
Every bit that gets lost is a shame.
Jiang Weiming just stood there quietly until the last remaining flavor of the broth dissipated in his mouth, and then he looked at the others as if he was in another world.
Jiang Wengwei was looking at him very carefully, for fear of disturbing him.
"Hygiene." Jiang Weiming suddenly had a very wonderful thought, so wonderful that it can only occur in dreams, "Bring over the sauce you just made."
Jiang Weiming hurriedly handed the sauce that he had added too much minced garlic to Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Weiming dipped his chopsticks into it and tasted it.
Tasteless.
Jiang Weiming sighed.
Sure enough, it was just an illusion.
Maybe the soup stock smelled so delicious that it actually gave him the illusion of tasting it.
Now that he thinks about it carefully, the taste is somewhat similar to the soup he originally drank. It may just be an illusion brought to him by his memory.
"Master, do you want to drink more?" Jiang Weili asked.
"No need." Jiang Weiming waved his hand, "Let's give it to others to try, so that everyone can have a taste of Xiaofeng's craftsmanship."
Jiang Weiguo made the same decision as Jiang Weiming and asked Jiang Jiankang to share the remaining soup with others. He silently stood in the corner with his hands folded in front of his chest and looked down at the ground, making it difficult for people to understand.
If Grandma Jiang were here, she would definitely understand what was going on with Jiang Weiguo.
He is autistic.
At first, Jiang Weiguo wanted a daughter after having four sons, but the fifth one was also a son. This was what he looked like when he saw the wrinkled Jiang Jianye.
Although the old man didn't want to admit it, his grandson's cooking skills seemed to be better than his own now.
He thought he couldn't make soup of this level.
He, Jiang Weiguo, has nothing in his life. He just has self-awareness. He gives up when he should give up and accepts his fate when he should. He originally thought that the family's craftsmanship would end with him, but he didn't expect that his grandson would suddenly turn around. No, it couldn't be considered a prodigal's turn back, he should be returning to the right path.
No, it's not a return to the right path. It's like saying that learning optoelectronics is an illegal activity.
In short, no matter what it is, Jiang Weiguo is a little autistic now.
Although he has always hoped that his children and grandchildren could one day surpass him and truly inherit the Jiang family's craftsmanship and complete what he failed to accomplish back then, it seems that this day is really coming, and it is not coming in the way he imagined. He really couldn't accept it for a while.
The grandson he had worked so hard to educate for nearly ten years was not as effective as Peng Changping's three-month education. Jiang Weiguo was really autistic now.
He was just suspicious before, but now he is somewhat sure that it is really because of his poor education that he delayed these children and grandchildren. If his education level had been higher, these sons might have graduated from school long ago, and Taifeng Tower would not be here now...< br>
"Dad, Xiaofeng's soup stock is really good. I feel like I'm almost catching up with you, thanks to your good teachings over the years!" Jiang Jiankang saw that at this time, no one came to pat his father's rainbow fart. , quickly rushed to be the first person.
Jiang Weiguo:......
He took back what he just said, the third son should not be his problem.
"It's none of my business that Xiaofeng is good at making soup. I didn't teach him." The old man said angrily. After thinking about it, he gave his third son Hubei a weak loving slap, "Why are you still standing there? , why should I be lazy? After drinking the soup, go to work quickly.”
"Xiao Feng's cooking skills are so good now, but you are still lazy every day. Look at Xiao Feng, are you ashamed? I've really taught you to a dog's belly these years. Even if I taught Dahua's cooking skills back then, I might not be able to do it now. I'm better than you, but I don't know how to go to work quickly, and I don't know how to reflect on myself. Such a big man is not as good as a child," the old man scolded.
Jiang Jiankang: QAQ
I'm obviously here to blow a rainbow fart, but what went wrong.
Jiang Feng, who witnessed the whole incident:...
His dad is really...
You deserve to be scolded!
Is now the time to blow grandpa's rainbow fart? Grandpa's rainbow fart can be blown at any time. Now that he has made a pot of S-level soup, shouldn't he blow his rainbow fart?
Why has he been standing in the center of the kitchen for so long, in such a conspicuous position, and no one comes to blow his rainbow fart!
It doesn't matter if others don't come, why doesn't Xia Xia come? At this time, running over and saying, "Master, you are so amazing that you can make such a delicious soup stock!" Shouldn't it be a basic operation?
Jiang Feng had thousands of words he wanted to say, but he couldn't.
Hey, he missed his aunt so much.
No wonder grandpa admires his eldest aunt the most. At such a critical moment, it is necessary for an insightful person like the eldest aunt to stand up and take the lead in blowing the correct rainbow fart.
Without anyone to brag about rainbow farts, Jiang Feng could only get down to business.
He didn't dare to provoke the old man. Although he didn't know why, Jiang Feng could at least tell from the words the old man scolded Jiang Jiankang just now that the old man was not in a good mood at this time. Jiang Feng was not bold enough to dare to hunt the tiger at this time. Must.
Jiang Feng walked towards Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Weiming had been calm since he finished drinking the soup. Except for being dazed for a while, there was nothing unusual. Jiang Feng could not tell whether he had tasted the soup or not.
The buff of the soup stock can slightly increase the sensitivity of the diners' tongues within six hours after consumption. Jiang Feng is well versed in the buffs in game dishes. The six hours after consumption may not refer to the six hours, but may be a period of six hours. time. Just like the buff of Li Hongzhang's chowder, it will make people have an extreme desire to cry within 20 minutes after eating it, but diners generally don't cry for 20 minutes. They usually stop crying after a few minutes, like Jiang Feng Very few people cried for so long like last time.
If Jiang Feng remembered correctly, he should have cried for more than twenty minutes that time, and his voice was hoarse by the time he stopped crying.
Buffs vary from person to person, and the same buff has different effects on different people. Jiang Feng had suspected for a long time when studying the soup stock buff that the effective time and improvement rate of this buff may vary from person to person, and everyone is different.
For example, he felt nothing after drinking.
Small amplitude is a very broad term. 0.1% is a small amplitude and 9% is also a small amplitude. Jiang Feng is not sure whether the broth buff can restore Jiang Weiming's sense of taste. Even if the temporary recovery can last, he is not sure how long it will last. He asked Jiang Weiming to try the soup today just to give it a try. If the soup could temporarily restore Jiang Weiming's sense of taste, then the chicken bean curd would definitely restore his sense of taste.
He hasn't started practicing making chickpea pudding yet. The soup stock can make S-level ones. The clear soup method is similar to the soup stock. He should be able to make S-level ones in two days of surprise.
The difficulty in making chicken bean curd lies in the soup. Once the clear soup is done, with Jiang Feng's current cooking skills, the chicken bean curd will be a matter of course.
Jiang Feng's original plan was to make S-level chicken bean curd within a week to help Jiang Weiming regain his sense of taste after making S-level soup stock.
"Third Grandpa, what do you think of the soup stock I just had?" Jiang Feng asked tentatively.
"High soup? Very good." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
"What do you think..." Jiang Feng wanted to ask more details, but Jiang Weisheng quietly tugged his sleeve to signal him to stop talking.
"Xiao Feng, come and help me taste my sauce." Jiang Weng said, looking at Jiang Weiming, "Master, can you help me find where the dried chili peppers are."
"The dried chili peppers are not here with you?" Jiang Weiming didn't notice that Jiang Weisheng's little expression was distracted by him, "You are so old and careless. Didn't I just ask you to get the dried chili peppers? Wait a minute and I will give them elsewhere. You find a bag.”
After Jiang Weiming walked away, Jiang Weiming said quickly: "Xiao Feng, don't ask Master this."
Jiang Feng:?
"Master can't taste it. It's not like you don't know. Master was in a daze just now when he drank it. I think I was a little sad. I didn't even dare to mention it. From now on, just talk to Master about cooking this kind of food. Don't let it happen." Let him taste it, so as not to make him sad again." Jiang Weili said a little disappointed.
Jiang Feng:?
sad?
Probably not.
"Uncle Jiang, don't worry." Jiang Feng said with a smile, "Next time I invite Third Grandpa to try another dish, it will be chickpea flowers."
Jiang Health:? (End of chapter)