Chapter 751 Bringing Family
He didn't take a few bites of Jiang Feng and Ji Xia's share of Pigeon Tunyan, and gave the rest to Ji Xia.
To be fair, this dish tastes good. The bird's nest itself has no taste, but after being simmered in the stock, it absorbs the deliciousness of the stock and the salty aroma of the ham. The whole dish does not need to be seasoned. What you eat is the original taste of the ingredients. The bird's nest is stewed into a translucent light golden color. When eating, you must put the bird's nest, pigeon meat, and pigeon skin into your mouth together to experience the elegance. , meaty and delicious go hand in hand, a comprehensive taste.
Pigeon swallows are delicious, but they are only A-level delicious.
Jiang Feng, who had tasted the top-notch swallow-wing banquet that could truly be called a gluttonous feast, would no longer be surprised or surprised by such a luxurious dish.
What he is more concerned about now is whether the buff is useful.
Wu Minqi didn't react at all, but Ji Yue reacted a little.
She was distracted.
She became distracted while eating, her hands stopped moving, her mouth stopped chewing, her eyes were dull, and those who didn't know thought she was still in physics class.
After a long time, until Ji Xia had finished eating the pigeon swallow, Ji Yue suddenly woke up, looking at her posture, if she hadn't still held the spoon in her hand, she would have started to fight.
"I thought about it, I finally thought about it, I know how to draw!" Ji Yue exclaimed, putting the unfinished portion of Pigeon Tunyan on the table, and disappeared in a flash.
Like an art school student.
Now Wu Minqi had some reaction. She glanced at Ji Yue's leaving figure strangely, then glanced at the unfinished portion of Pigeon Tunyan on the table, and continued to eat her own.
Jiang Feng, who is always paying attention to Wu Minqi’s movements:...
Is this useful or useless?
Until Wu Minqi finished eating his portion of Pigeon Tunyan, Jiang Feng didn't know whether it had taken effect or not.
When he couldn't figure it out, he asked directly. Jiang Feng didn't hesitate and said, "Qiqi, what do you think?"
"It's quite delicious." Wu Minqi said.
Jiang Feng looked at Wu Minqi.
Wu Minqi:?
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Feng:...
Okay, he made sure, it didn't work.
Jiang Feng felt that he had to talk to Wu Minqi.
Although cooking is a bit like art to a certain extent, you can't live without being crazy, and you can do all kinds of weird things when studying dishes. It was very abnormal when Jiang Feng first wanted to improve the broth of agarwood. He understood the feeling of knowing but not knowing. In the end, he still didn't know what to do. He could naturally understand the feeling of scratching his cheeks and worrying. Wu Minqi is in an abnormal state now.
But when he was abnormal, he was torturing others. He was not the one who drank those unpleasant mushroom soups, but Wu Minqi's abnormality was torturing herself.
I stayed up all night and squatted in the kitchen staring at the refrigerator in a daze. I was distracted and absent-minded. I neither practiced cooking nor entertained but still had to go to work.
Such an abnormal pattern not only makes it impossible to seek a breakthrough, but is also bad for the body.
"Qiqi, I want to talk to you." Jiang Feng suddenly said.
Before Wu Minqi could react, Jiang Feng pulled Wu Minqi out of the kitchen and walked straight to the convenience store next door.
The convenience store next door was still deserted with no customers, and the air conditioning was sufficient. The convenience store owner was wearing headphones and watching anime as usual. It was quiet and no one disturbed him.
Great for talking about things.
"What's going on?" Wu Minqi didn't react until she entered the convenience store. She was in a state of half-concentration before, and her reaction was not only slow, but also as if she had drunk fake wine.
"Why are you doing copywriting?" For some reason, Jiang Feng felt that his tone and expression when he said this were a bit like a talent show mentor asking a contestant: Do you have any dreams?
"Huh?" Wu Minqi finally completely left her distracted state, probably because Jiang Feng's problem prevented her from being distracted anymore, "Just because...because..."
Wu Minqi felt that there was an answer right on her lips, but she just couldn't say it.
She herself was confused.
"Then what were you thinking about yesterday and today? Or what are you looking for?" Jiang Feng then asked.
"I'm looking for that taste." Wu Minqi answered quickly this time, "I remember the taste, but I can't remember it clearly. At first I thought that if I could make it, I would definitely be able to remember it, but I did it. So many of them are never the same.”
"Qiqi, let's reorganize it."
Wu Minqi sat upright and looked at Jiang Feng as if listening to a teacher's lecture.
"You start making breakfast because you want to control the spiciness of the food."
Wu Minqi nodded.
"Have you got it under control?" Jiang Feng asked.
Wu Minqi shook her head: "No, it feels the same as before."
"Actually, it's not as good as before. When I didn't come to Peking before, I never thought of putting in less food. If I put in too much, would the guests not be able to accept it? Now I always feel a little timid about cooking." Wu Minqi sighed. .
Jiang Feng also felt this way. He remembered that when Wu Minqi was in City A, or to be precise, when she was working part-time at a healthy cooking restaurant, it was so heroic to cook vegetables and sprinkle them with pepper and chili peppers. It was so spicy that the students from University A were horny. Crying without tears but unable to stop.
This directly boosted Jiang Feng's drink sales.
"Then when did you become like this?"
Wu Minqi thought for a long time and shook her head in confusion: "I don't remember."
"Then when did you start deliberately controlling the amount of condiments when cooking?" Jiang Feng asked in a different way.
"Probably...maybe it was after the release of "Zhiwei". Mr. Xu Cheng said that I haven't found the critical point of controlling spicy food, and my dishes bring people more pain than enjoyment."
Jiang Feng nodded, although he knew very well that Wu Minqi had been deliberately controlling the amount of condiments before the release of "Zhiwei". This pot cannot be held on Xu Cheng, but at present, he doesn't know who to hold the pot on, so he will temporarily give it to Xu Cheng Bar.
"So Qiqi, the context of the matter is now very clear. Let's assume that you started to want to control the amount of condiments after the release of "Zhiwei", and a few months ago you wanted to practice by making breakfast. This All logic is smooth. But that doesn't explain why you do red oil copying. You just want to find the critical point, but what does this critical point have to do with copying?" Jiang Feng pointed out the problem.
Wu Minqi couldn't answer.
"There has to be a reason, Qiqi, you can't just want to do hand copying for no reason. Besides, we don't sell red oil hand copying at all here. You can't want to do it because you saw it. The one who made breakfast before At that time, you were always making jelly noodles, cold noodles, dumplings, hand-cooking, pancakes, and all kinds of things. There must be a reason why you suddenly only make hand-cooking." Jiang Feng said.
Wu Minqi bit her lip, frowned slightly, and thought for a long time: "I don't know, I feel like I just suddenly thought of it, and I had such a feeling."
"Just..." Wu Minqi couldn't explain clearly, "It's just a feeling. I feel like I have to do red oil copywriting."
"Then do it." Jiang Feng smiled.
"But I feel like..."
Jiang Feng interrupted Wu Minqi: "Qiqi, do you still remember the time when I made mushroom soup the year before last?"
Of course Wu Minqi remembered that she also ate at the Healthy Cooking Restaurant at that time and was one of the victims.
"I made a misunderstanding at that time. I thought that the mushroom soup was too strong and would cause the overall taste of the dish to be inconsistent, so I tried hard to cover up the taste. I added a lot of things and tried many methods, but it always failed. I felt something was wrong. I felt at the time that my thinking was wrong, so I made so many unpleasant mushroom soups and distributed them as regular soups.”
"Later, it turned out that my feeling was right, but my thinking and method were wrong. That dish should be made with mushroom soup. How could I ignore the basics and think about covering up the taste of the mushrooms. Qiqi, you must Believe in your feelings, even if the steps are wrong, the feeling will not be wrong. If you don't even believe in the feelings, then there is nothing you can believe in," Jiang Feng said with a sure face.
Wu Minqi felt that the fog in her heart seemed to have lifted a little.
There was a ray of light, shining through the layers of fog to the place that should have been bright.
"But Fengfeng." Wu Minqi was a little tangled, "Don't you feel a little tired of eating red oil Chaoshou every morning? I feel like I'm almost tired of it."
Jiang Feng:...
Is now the time to wonder whether eating red oil will make you tired?
But as an excellent boyfriend who had seen how Wang Hao pursued his ex-girlfriends back then, Jiang Feng knew very well what kind of nonsense to say at this time.
"Of course I won't get tired of it." Jiang Feng said with a smile, "As long as it's made by you, I won't get tired of eating it for a long time."
It just feels spicy.
Wu Minqi smiled: "Have you been chatting with Wang Hao too much recently? I feel like you talk a bit like him."
Jiang Feng:...
Just when Jiang Feng was thinking about what to say to resolve the overly greasy nonsense just now, his phone vibrated and someone sent him a WeChat message. Jiang Feng quickly took out his phone and pretended to check the message in an attempt to resolve the embarrassment. .
The news was from Lu Sheng. Lu Sheng told him that Peng Changping's apprenticeship banquet was scheduled for 7 o'clock tomorrow evening in the largest box in Yonghe Residence that could seat 20 people.
As for why it’s a private room for 20 people, it’s because tomorrow’s banquet will have 27 dishes.
Yes, there were 27 dishes. Jiang Feng didn't know if Peng Changping could be busy cooking so many dishes at once.
Those with smaller appetites will probably be full once they take one bite of the food.
Lu Sheng also tactfully said that because there were too few people and too many dishes, everyone might not be able to finish it by then. Too many leftovers on the table would make it appear that Peng Changping was not good at cooking and it would be embarrassing for everyone not to give him face, so he hinted that Jiang Feng could bring one or two family members.
It is best to have a girlfriend and an apprentice who have a very close relationship and can be taken out to a banquet.
Lu Sheng knew that Jiang Feng had an apprentice.
Jiang Feng didn't expect such a good thing to happen.
However, Peng Changping really couldn't invite anyone. He didn't know many people in China. Zhou Shi was also a social insulator and Tao Shu was his only friend. The others who were relatively close to him were probably his old colleagues in Tai Feng Building. But Tai Feng Building needs to be open for normal business. After one Jiang Feng went to Sun Maocai, and a few more chefs were hired, Tai Feng Building could just close its doors tomorrow night and give its employees a holiday.
Peng Changping even invited Sun Maocai and Han Guishan. If he wanted to hire someone he knew, he would have no choice but to hire Chef Arnold.
"Qiqi, Lu Sheng asked me to bring a few more family members with me to dinner tomorrow night. Would you like to take this opportunity to rest for a long time and try Master Peng's craftsmanship?" Jiang Feng asked.
Wu Minqi naturally agreed to eat the banquet made by Peng Changping himself. There was no reason not to agree. She had to crawl over even if she had a broken leg.
"Tomorrow night's banquet is Master Peng's apprenticeship banquet, right?" Wu Minqi asked.
Jiang Feng nodded.
"Time is a bit tight. Fengfeng, please quickly ask Boss Lu what Master Peng likes. Let's seize the time today and tomorrow to prepare a gift for Master Peng and bring it over tomorrow night."
"You still need to prepare a gift?" Jiang Feng was confused. He didn't prepare a gift the last time he sat on the Yanzhi mat. No one prepared a gift at that time.
Wu Minqi said with a look of resentment: "Of course we have to prepare gifts. Tomorrow is Master Peng's apprenticeship banquet. Not only do we have to prepare gifts, but we also have to prepare something solemn. We have to choose carefully."
"Ask quickly, time is running out!"
Jiang Feng: I don’t know why, but I feel that although my Qiqi family is normal, she doesn’t seem to love me that much.
(End of chapter)