Chapter 824 Founding a sect
At six o'clock in the evening on December 21st, Jiang Feng carried a large plate of three-pound fruit salad that had just been prepared and walked up the stairs to Jiang Jiankang's house downstairs. He happened to bump into Jiang Jiankang at the door who had just returned from get off work at the hospital and was still carrying Jiang Shoucheng was wearing a thick down jacket that smelled of disinfectant water.
Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Shoucheng's down jacket, which was heavier than the fruit platter in his hand, and then looked down at the sweater he was wearing. Even though there was no wind in the corridor, he still shivered involuntarily.
At the same time, I was a little happy.
The heating is great!
"Brother Cheng, did you just get off work?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.
"I asked for leave from the director and came back early. The department is not busy today." Jiang Shoucheng knocked on the door and heard rapid footsteps in the room. He knew the tonnage was at least 240 kilograms and it was not Jiang Jianguo. That is Jiang Jiankang.
The door opened.
As expected, it was Jiang Jiankang.
"Damn it!" Jiang Jiankang shouted excitedly, completely ignoring the nephew in front of him who could not be ignored at all. He walked up to Jiang Feng and took the fruit platter from his hand with concern on his face. "It's so cold. Why do you wear so little clothes?" , even if you only have two steps, you should put on a coat. What if you get caught in the wind and catch a cold?”
It turned out that Jiang Feng went to university in city A, and Jiang Jiankang had never been so excited after not seeing him for half a year. Maybe this was the charm of making an appointment.
If he hadn't made an appointment, Jiang Jiankang wouldn't have known that he wanted to see his son so much.
After speaking, Jiang Jiankang turned to look at Jiang Shoucheng: "Chengcheng, just take the garbage at the door and throw it away."
Jiang Shoucheng:?
The door closed ruthlessly, and Jiang Shoucheng was blocked from the door with two more bags of garbage in his hands. Jiang Feng was welcomed into a warm home and embraced the wonderful heating again.
There were already many people in the room.
The old man is still making dumplings at the coffee table, and he is the only one making dumplings. It is obvious that the old man is solely responsible for today's dumplings, and no one else is allowed to interfere. Grandma Jiang was cooking dumplings in the kitchen. Wang Xiulian, eldest aunt, and Jiang Jianguo were all gathered around the dining table cutting fruits. Next to eldest aunt was a gram electronic scale and a calculator, and she was constantly making calculations. It’s counting calories.
My aunt is always very serious, scientific and rigorous in her weight loss efforts, but it just doesn’t work.
Jiang Jiandang sat on the sofa chair by the window and studied Jiang Shoucheng's textbooks. Jiang Jianye and Jiang Jianshe had nothing to do. Fourth Aunt and Jiang Weiming could only sit on the sofa and watch TV.
At this time, some attentive readers may want to ask, where is Jiang Ran, who has never had any sense of existence and was almost expelled from the Jiang family tree? He and Jiang Feng are in the same class.
Jiang Ran wanted to go abroad to study for a master's degree before, but then he decided that the fish and chips in a certain country were really unpalatable, so he stayed in school for graduate school. Now he is still stuck in the city, and he is further and further away on the road to study.
Jiang Feng glanced around the room and found that Wu Minqi was not there.
Today is the winter solstice to eat dumplings, but Tai Feng House is still open for business as usual, and all those gathered together are the Jiang family. Because Wu Minqi is the confirmed granddaughter-in-law of the Jiang family, she is also considered a member of the Jiang family. Logically speaking, eating dumplings during the Winter Solstice will definitely not leave her alone.
"Dad, won't Qiqi come to eat dumplings tonight?" Jiang Feng asked.
"Qiqi went to get the cake and will come back later." Jiang Jiankang said cheerfully.
"Cake?" Jiang Feng was shocked. He had only eaten dumplings during the Winter Solstice and had never heard of eating cakes during the Winter Solstice. Could this be the legendary combination of Chinese and Western food?
When the topic reached this point, Jiang Weiming, who had been watching TV intently, had something to say. Jiang Weiming glanced helplessly at the old man who was still making dumplings, and explained: "They are all doing it. They said that today is a rare winter solstice for everyone to get together, and they want to make up for my birthday."
Last year, when Jiang Weiming celebrated his 99th birthday, Jiang Feng said that he would hold a big event until Jiang Weiming turned 100. However, Jiang Weiming’s 100th birthday coincided with an eventful year in Tai Feng Tower. The Sino-US Window Competition started fiercely, and everyone was very busy. . Jiang Weiming didn't want to make a big deal. In his words, the Jiang family's tradition is that the birthday is no more than 100 years old. It is always ninety-nine. Just eating a bowl of longevity noodles is considered a birthday, and the whole family does not even get together to have a meal. .
Jiang Yong ordered a birthday cake for Jiang Weiming at the cake shop like last year.
"Of course I should make up for your birthday. You said don't make a fuss and just have a meal together. Let's eat dumplings together today just to make up for your birthday." Jiang Feng smiled and sat down. Arrived on the sofa.
There was another knock on the door. It was obvious that Jiang Shoucheng had taken out the garbage and Jiang Jiankang went to open the door.
"How's your practice going?" the old man suddenly asked.
"Ah, just... not bad." Jiang Feng didn't know how to describe his progress in the past half month. It was impossible to say that it was nothing at all. His porridge was getting better and better, and the fruit plate was cut. Not bad either.
To say that there is progress, there is really no progress. The progress bar of Jiang's Ginseng Soup is as if it is stuck to the ground and cannot be kicked.
"It's okay?" The old man was obviously dissatisfied with Jiang Feng's specious answer.
"Okay, the big holiday is just like the final exam results. Xiaofeng is not a child anymore and he must know it. Besides, with his current level, even if he encounters a problem, do you think the two of us are sure to help him? Solve it?" Jiang Weiming smiled.
The old man was choked and couldn't speak. He could only lower his head and concentrate on making dumplings.
There is enough food for the family, but if you don’t order more, there won’t be enough food.
"But Xiaofeng, Third Grandpa has something to ask you." Jiang Weiming changed the subject, from a gentle parent to a troubled relative asking about final grades.
"Did you encounter any problems when making Jiang's ginseng soup?" Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng was confused by his question.
Jiang Feng didn't expect Jiang Weiming to see it.
He has cooked a variety of dishes every day for the past half month. Logically speaking, others cannot tell that the dish he is really studying is Jiang's Ginseng Soup. He never said why he suddenly retreated into seclusion. He just said that he wanted to concentrate on practicing and find a feeling for cooking.
The most important thing is that Jiang Weiming only came to see him once in the past half month. He and Jiang Feng chatted for more than half an hour. They talked about Jiang Weiming's experience in cooking over the years. It was considered an exchange of experiences.
"No...it's not a big problem." Jiang Feng was so shocked that he stuttered a little, completely exposed.
Jiang Feng knew very well that it was difficult to answer his question.
If he told others that the biggest bottleneck he encountered now was that he found that he had no style in cooking, no one would believe him. In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Feng's cooking style is very versatile and can be said to be super stylish. Among so many masters in the country, Jiang Feng's cooking style is the most unique.
If Jiang Feng said that, then others would definitely ask him why his other dishes lacked style. If Jiang Feng answered truthfully that all the dishes he cooked before were imitations, it would surely lead to more serious and difficult-to-explain questions.
Who to imitate?
How could he imitate those dead masters whom he had never met before?
So Jiang Feng chose to hide it because he didn't think telling the truth would get help from others.
But now, Jiang Weiming actually saw it.
Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming. The depths of Jiang Weiming's slightly cloudy eyes were full of love and concern, as if encouraging him, like a hard stone wall, reliable and dependable.
This look seemed to have a kind of magic, a kind of magic that made Jiang Feng tell the truth and seek help from the elders who loved him.
Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment and then said.
"Indeed... we encountered some problems." Jiang Feng tried to organize his words so that it didn't sound so ridiculous.
"I feel...I'm not cooking my own food."
The old man stopped what he was doing.
Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes and felt a little confused: "I feel like I'm just copying the answers based on the reference answers. I don't have my own ideas or my own things. No matter what I cook, it doesn't feel like it's my own."
"None of the dishes I specialize in are mine, but dishes like fried shredded potatoes and scrambled eggs with chili seem to be mine. But my own dishes are not outstanding. Only when I make porridge does it feel different. It feels very smooth. Feel free, you don’t need to think so much, you just need to do everything according to your own feelings.”
"These days I have been thinking about how to make those dishes my own. I think I am good at knife skills, but knife skills can't seem to change anything. There is no way to change the taste, no way to make them better, and sometimes I can't even make them better. Better looking.”
After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he looked at the old man and Jiang Weiming, hoping that they could understand a little bit.
Jiang Weiming may have understood a little bit, but the old man had a blank look on his face, and what you said was written all over his face.
Jiang Feng didn't get a reply for a long time.
"I'm going to get a glass of juice." Jiang Feng decided to drink juice to relieve the embarrassment, and ran to the dining table to ask for juice from his aunt.
The eldest aunt enthusiastically took out orange juice, tangerine juice, grape juice and apple juice for Jiang Feng to choose from, and said that if he didn't mind waiting, she could make him a cup of fruit tea on the spot.
Of course Jiang Feng didn't mind and stayed at the dining table. The eldest aunt transformed into a master of fruit tea and began to prepare it on the spot.
"What did Xiaofeng just say?" The old man threw the dough that he had been holding in his hand for a long time on the chopping board.
"He is looking for his own path." Jiang Weiming smiled happily.
Old man:? ? ?
Can he hear a human word he understands before eating dumplings today?
Seeing that the old man didn't understand, Jiang Weiming smiled and explained to him in a different way: "Brother, do you remember that when you were a child, your father often visited the chefs of other restaurants for two or three days, and when he came back, he would Locked up in the kitchen. He often forgets to go to Tai Feng Building when the time is up, causing Mr. Lu to often come home to look for him. ”
The old man nodded, of course he remembered.
That was considered a major turning point in Jiang Chengde's cooking skills. From then on, Jiang Chengde truly managed to combine the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and truly promote Jiang's cuisine.
"I remember that this situation lasted for maybe two or three years. I would often lean on the kitchen window to see what my father was doing in the kitchen," the old man said.
"Do you remember what he was doing?"
"It's just cooking, what else can I do?" The old man didn't understand why Jiang Weiming said this.
"Xiao Feng is doing the same thing now as he was then."
The old man was stunned.
Feeling unbelievable, he turned to look at his grandson who was waiting to drink fruit tea. His eyes were full of desire for fruit tea. He looked unsatisfied and didn't look like someone who was doing such an earth-shattering thing.
"Are you sure?" The old man felt that Jiang Weiming was overthinking. Even though Jiang Feng's progress in the past two years had far exceeded his expectations and understanding, the words "establishing a sect" were still too far away from Jiang Feng.
If Jiang Feng is really doing the same thing as Jiang Chengde back then, then he is starting a sect.
Whoever established a sect shut himself up in a room to study, and it wasn't Wang Yangming who spent every day at home looking at bamboos to gain knowledge. At any rate, Jiang Chengde also chatted with this master and chatted with that master.
"We'll see." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.
"I can't be wrong." (End of Chapter)