Chapter 703 I tasted it
The people in the kitchen had almost dispersed. After Jiang Feng said that everyone had a share of the chickpea pudding and that the two old men should eat it first, everyone left the kitchen very wisely and did their own things. They only waited for Jiang Feng's group to Hao quickly returned to his position and started eating.
Jiang Feng was arranging the plate of chickpea flowers.
In fact, chickpea pudding does not need to be plated. Scoop some tofu pudding with some clear soup and put it in a delicate porcelain bowl is the best way to plate it. But after all, this was the first chicken bean curd made by Jiang Feng. The S-level chicken bean curd made in one go was of great significance, and of course it needed to be presented in a way that ordinary people could not afford it.
Although this level of chickpea pudding itself is food that most people cannot afford.
"No, no, I don't think so. Look, this bowl is so big. If you scoop out such a big piece of bean curd, half of the bowl will be taken up, and you won't be able to hold much soup. It will look like the bean curd is overflowing. That's not right. It looks good." Ji Yue gestured with her hands on the porcelain bowl for a long time, feeling that Jiang Feng's idea was not good.
"I think Fengfeng's idea is quite good. There is only a little bit of soup on the edge of the bean curd when it is filled, which is what it looks like. There is no need to deliberately scoop out such a small piece. This is for my family to eat and not for sale." Wu Minqi supported Jiang Feng's decision.
"Orchid is right. If you use this style of bowl to serve chickpea pudding, you need to leave more room for the soup. The soup should not be filled too full and it is best to leave three points." Zhang Guanghang said.
Jiang Feng:...
His hand holding the spoon was raised in the air for a long time, whether it was scooping or not.
"Then I'll change the bowl." Jiang Feng thought it was the bowl.
"Change to a bigger one." The three of them said in unison.
In the end, Jiang Feng changed to a bowl that was the same size as an ordinary person's eating bowl, looked ordinary, and had an ordinary price. According to Zhang Guanghang's suggestion just now, he left three cents for two bowls of chickpea pudding.
Two bowls of ordinary-looking chickpea puddings were placed on the cooking table like this, with a small spoon placed on the side of each bowl, constantly exuding the fragrance of the top-notch clear soup to the surroundings.
"I found that the chickpea pudding looks more like bean curd when put in a bowl. No, it's just bean curd." Ji Yue, who had never eaten chickpea pudding, sighed in ignorance.
"Not every chef makes chickpea pudding like this." Zhang Guanghang explained and thought for a while, "What I know is that Grandpa Jiang and Jiang Feng can make it like this."
"My grandpa can do it too." Wu Minqi added, "It's almost the same, but the chickpea puddings made by my grandpa are not as good as the boiled cabbage, so he usually doesn't make chickpea puddings. I have only seen him cook them two or three times, and they were all made on request by old diners. ”
Ji Yue nodded in understanding, staring at the chickpeas in the pot and drooling crazily.
Jiang Feng was a little nervous and turned to ask Wu Minqi: "Qiqi, do you think my grandpa will feel better when he eats chickpea pudding?"
Wu Minqi nodded: "Don't worry, Grandpa Jiang will definitely feel better once he eats it."
The old man is here.
His steps were quick, he was panting a little, and he didn't sweat. He slowed down as soon as he entered the kitchen, but everyone could still tell that he was in a hurry when he came over.
"Grandpa, you're here!" Jiang Feng hurriedly picked up a bowl of chickpea pudding and gave it to the old man with a spoon, "Why are you here alone, where is Third Grandpa? Come and try the chickpea pudding I just made, everyone. I haven’t tasted it yet, so I’m waiting for you to taste it first.”
The old man didn't stretch out his hand, but carefully looked at the chickpea pudding in the bowl. His face didn't show, but his heart was full of shock.
When Jiang Weisheng said that Jiang Feng had done it just now, his first reaction was that it was impossible, but he felt that Jiang Feng had the strength now, so he hurried back without saying a word. He had tasted the clear soup Jiang Feng had brought out yesterday, and he had also seen the chicken bean curd. He knew that this must be a perfect chicken bean curd without tasting it.
The old man looked at Jiang Feng with a complicated expression.
He had never realized so deeply and so strongly that his grandson had really become a master.
Green comes from blue and is better than blue.
The third brother is right. Although he is a little unwilling, he is proud.
The old man took the chickpea pudding and took a bite.
Silence.
Jiang Feng:?
Why doesn't grandpa speak?
The old man didn't speak, and Jiang Feng didn't dare to ask. Everyone just watched the old man eat in silence, one bite at a time, one spoonful at a time, each spoonful was more than half a spoonful of chickpea pudding mixed with soup.
When the old man almost finished his bowl of chicken and tofu pudding, Jiang Weiming arrived belatedly.
He didn't walk as fast as the old man. He asked Jiang Wengwen to check out and then walked back slowly at the same speed as when he used it. When he came in, he saw that the bowl of chickpea pudding in the old man's hand was almost bottomed out.
"How was it? How did Xiaofeng do?" Jiang Weiming asked.
Jiang Weiguo didn't answer, and still maintained the same eating behavior as before.
"Grandpa Third, come and have a taste too." Jiang Feng went to bring another bowl to Jiang Weiming.
Jiang Weiming was about to say no, but then he thought that this was Jiang Feng's first time making chickpea pudding and it was so successful. Not eating it would be disrespectful and disrespectful, so he smiled and nodded, taking the chickpea pudding.
Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming.
Originally he thought it was nothing, but when Jiang Weiming took the chickpeas and his hand touched Jiang Weiming's, his heartbeat began to speed up.
Jumping rapidly.
The heart was beating hard and fast in the chest, so fast that Jiang Feng became nervous instantly. Even when he looked at Jiang Weiming, he couldn't help but hold his breath.
Because he knew what was about to happen.
He had waited too long and sacrificed too much for this day. Before, he could not care less and felt nothing, but at this point, he began to feel inexplicably nervous.
"It's done very well, it looks very similar, and the timing of making the bean curd is also very good." Jiang Weiming praised with a smile, holding a spoon and putting it into the bowl.
Scoop a small spoonful of chickpea flakes.
The spoon leaves the small bowl.
Put it in your mouth.
Jiang Feng felt like he was watching a movie full of slow motion. Although there were no particularly exciting scenes, it made him burst into tears with excitement.
Jiang Weiming was stunned.
He has rarely been so out of control. Too many experiences in his youth have taught him to restrain his emotions. This restraint has become his instinct over time, even when he faced his eldest son who disappointed him so much. He didn't lose his composure, but now he has lost his composure.
Jiang Weiming closed his eyes.
He was feeling the taste in his mouth.
This is the taste of chickpea flowers.
How long has it been since you tasted this?
Jiang Weiming himself couldn't remember. He couldn't even remember when his sense of taste began to deteriorate.
Maybe in his sixties, maybe in his seventies.
Anyway, he didn't know when he started to feel that the taste of the cooked food seemed to be weak. Once he added more salt, but after being criticized by his eldest son, he realized that it was not that the food was bland but that his sense of taste had deteriorated.
He has never tasted normal since.
But now, he tasted it.
He tasted something he hadn't tasted in decades.
Really delicious.
Jiang Weiming knew very well that this was not an illusion brought to him by his memory. This was the real taste of chicken bean curd. It was the taste that chicken bean curd should have, not salty, not bland, not bland, but the taste of chicken bean curd itself.
He tasted it.
Jiang Weiming suddenly realized that the taste of the soup stock last time might not be an illusion in his memory.
It was like he could actually taste it.
Not only can I taste it, but I can even taste more than before.
What is this, a blessing in disguise?
Jiang Weiming held the chickpea flowers and stood there blankly.
"Third brother, third brother?" Jiang Weiguo originally wanted to say a word to Jiang Weiming after eating the chickpeas, but found that Jiang Weiming stood there blankly as if he was stupid.
"Ah, what's wrong?" Jiang Weiming came back to his senses, with the taste of chickpeas still in his mouth.
"What do you think?" Jiang Weiguo asked.
"I think it's very good." Jiang Weiming smiled and nodded, "very good."
After saying that, Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng and said warmly: "Xiao Feng, I tasted it. It's very good. I'm very happy."
"Me...me too." Jiang Feng was so excited that he could hardly speak.
He himself didn't know what he was excited about. He knew the plot clearly, but he still couldn't help but get excited. He even wanted to hug the confused old man next to Jiang Weiming and shout, "Great."
"Master, what did you just say? What did you taste?" Jiang Weiming had arrived at the door of the kitchen at some point. He might have just arrived and happened to hear Jiang Weiming's words.
Jiang Weiguo, who didn't understand the meaning at all and didn't understand what they were excited about:?
"I tasted it." Jiang Weiming turned around and said every word very clearly and firmly, "I just tasted the taste of chicken bean curd. Sanitation, you can mix the sauce you made a few days ago. I'll do it. Can I give you a taste?”
"Okay, okay!" Jiang Wengsheng's mind was in confusion, but his feet reacted faster than his brain, and he trotted to the cooking table.
"I will definitely not put so much garlic this time!" (End of Chapter)