Chapter 825 Your grandfather is your grandfather
Young Jiang Feng didn't know that what they did was actually a sect that could be compared with Jiang Chengde's in Jiang Weiming's eyes. Even if he knew, he would just laugh and say to Jiang Weiming, "Grandpa Third, you think too much."
He even founded a sect, but now all he wants to do is defeat Chef Arnold in the finals of the Sino-US Chef Competition.
Although the semi-finals of this program have not yet started, the organizers have seemed to have disappeared from the world for more than half a month, and the finals are far away. Jiang Feng still hopes that he can make his own Jiang's ginseng soup before the finals, and then points to Arnold The chef cooks the dishes silently saying "shit".
It is true that there is no deep hatred between him and Chef Arnold, there is only a small misunderstanding that is not even a grudge, but it is great to be able to say shit in front of Chef Arnold.
"Xiao Feng, is one mango enough?" the eldest aunt asked with a smile.
Jiang Feng took a look at the fruit tea, half a cup of mango juice and half a cup of mango, with a grape cut in half and inserted on the rim of the cup on top.
Milk tea shops across the country should learn from Auntie, this is called Mango Duoduo!
"That's enough, that's enough." Jiang Feng said hurriedly.
"That's good. Auntie will make another glass of grape juice for you." Auntie looked very happy and immediately made another half cup of grape juice and half cup of grapes, with a piece cut in half and inserted on the rim of the cup. Mangoes have lots of grapes.
Jiang Feng:?
In the end, Jiang Feng drank a lot of mangoes, grapes, peaches and oranges. He drank the juice until he burped before he even took a bite of the dumplings. If nothing else, the first four dumplings he took should be grape, mango, peach and orange.
Just when Jiang Feng started to eat the mangoes from Duoduoli, Wu Minqi finally came back with the cake. Jiang Zaide came back with her. The two of them must have bumped into each other downstairs.
After a hard day's work, Jiang Zaide was fully armed and dressed like a member of the Antarctic scientific expedition team. As soon as he entered the room and saw Jiang Feng drinking fruit tea, his eyes lit up and he rushed to his mother to express his desire loudly.
"Mom, I want to drink mango juice too!"
"Squeeze it yourself!"
Jiang Zaide: QAQ
Jiang Zaide glanced at the four cups of fruit tea in front of Jiang Feng with jealousy. Jiang Feng was even a little embarrassed to take the initiative and said, "Let me squeeze a cup for you."
"No, no, no." Jiang Zaide quickly refused, "Brother, it's so hard for you to stay at home every day. How can I ask you to squeeze juice for me when I just came back from get off work? I squeeze it myself, squeeze it myself!"
Jiang Feng:?
As soon as Wu Minqi came back and put down the cake, she went into the kitchen to help Grandma Jiang cook dumplings. Jiang Feng continued to fish for the mango and ate it slowly, looking at the relatives in the room, listening to his mother and aunt talk about daily life, weight loss, skin care, winter New coat. Hearing Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng complain about the idiot Party A, and Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide complain about trivial matters in the hospital, this familiar yet unfamiliar feeling made Jiang Feng feel a little dazed.
He suddenly realized that he hadn't looked like this for a long time.
It feels like I haven’t seen everyone in a long time.
He gets up and cooks, cooks, and sleeps every day these days, and he doesn't seem to have much interaction with anyone. Even though he and Qiqi lived under the same roof, they only had breakfast together in the morning and chatted a few words while eating fruit plate at night. They didn't get along at all like boyfriend and girlfriend, even college roommates wouldn't be so alienated. When I thought about it more carefully, I felt that we didn't talk about anything substantial when we ate the fruit plate in the evening, not even about the daily life of Tai Feng House.
Jiang Feng hasn't heard anyone talk about the trivial matters of life for a long time.
He didn't listen to Wang Hao showing off what outstanding achievements he had made that impressed his boss. He didn't listen to his father talking about where a particularly good kitchen knife had come out. He really wanted to buy it. He didn't listen to Ji Yue after reading her Alipay account. After checking WeChat and bank card balances, he made a fuss and shouted that he was going bankrupt. He didn't listen to Xia Xia complaining that the radish in the oden in the convenience store next door was sold out again. He didn't even listen to Qiqi telling him that the napkins at home had run out again and asked him to go to the supermarket to buy more. Come back a few times.
He is very close to everyone, yet very far away from everyone.
But it's obvious that he prefers the way he feels now.
As Grandma Jiang walked out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of steaming dumplings, the Jiang family's irregular gatherings of dumplings, held several times a year, officially began.
Today's dumplings are all made by the old man, from kneading the dough, making the fillings, rolling out the skins, to the final making of the dumplings. Only the cooking part is done by Grandma Jiang. Grandma Jiang also expressed her dissatisfaction with this. She felt that her dumplings were well-wrapped, big and firm, just like the rice dumplings she made. One or two of them would definitely fill up.
Although not all members of the Jiang family were present, the few with big appetites were basically there. In order to make everyone enjoy this dumpling meal today, the old man specially made a variety of dumplings with pork and scallion, mutton and scallion, leek and egg, cabbage and pork, cabbage, mushroom and white radish dumplings. There are both meat and vegetable, but the quantity There are definitely more meat dishes than vegetarian ones.
When the old man made the buns, he packed pots of different fillings separately. When Grandma Jiang was cooking, she didn't care so much and just threw them all into the pot. After cooking several batches, they are all placed in a basin and served out at once. This means that the bottom of the dumplings in the basin are warm and the ones on the surface are hot to the mouth. People who are afraid of being burned have to turn over the dumplings at the bottom. Come up and eat.
Of course, temperature is not the biggest problem everyone faces.
The stuffing is.
Grandma Jiang cooks them in a mixed manner. Except for dumplings like leek and egg, which can be seen directly, no one can tell whether the food in their bowl is cabbage, pork or white radish before taking the first bite.
A large pot of dumplings was placed firmly on the dining table. There was a clang and the dining table shook unsatisfactorily.
"It's time to eat dumplings!" Grandma Jiang shouted angrily, and everyone moved at the sound, as if she had made today's dumplings.
The old man silently put down the dumpling wrappers he had not yet wrapped, patted the flour on his hands, and went to find a bowl to eat dumplings.
The dining table is not big. Jiang Jiankang's dining table is just a cheap dining table sold in an ordinary furniture store. It can accommodate a pot of dumplings but cannot accommodate the people who eat a pot of dumplings. But everyone doesn’t mind, as long as there is a bowl in hand, vinegar in the bowl, and dumplings on the vinegar, there is nothing wrong with eating.
You can eat at the dining table, on the sofa, on the small round stool next to the coffee table, or standing on the edge of the living room or squatting by the window. In this case, the dining table is no longer the best place to eat - it is on the soft sofa.
"Brother, sit here, it's spacious here!" Jiang Zaide quickly grabbed the best seat on the sofa and waved to Jiang Feng enthusiastically.
"Brother, this dumpling is definitely made of pork and green onions. Don't you like pork and green onion dumplings the most? This one is for you!" Jiang Shoucheng chose to give Jiang Feng the dumplings in his bowl.
"Er, you didn't pour the vinegar, dad went and got it for you." Jiang Jiankang found another way.
"Baby, this is the fruit tea that mom just learned to make with your aunt, come and try it!" Wang Xiulian handed Jiang Feng a cup of Mango Duoduo with not many mangoes.
There is no doubt that at this moment, Jiang Feng is the center of the Jiang family.
The old man sitting at the dining table quietly eating dumplings:?
The old man suddenly felt that the hot and fragrant dumplings in the bowl were tasteless.
This scene is familiar yet strange.
What is familiar is our attentive attitude, what is unfamiliar is the object of our attentiveness.
Old man:
Noticing the old man's emotional change, Jiang Weiming, who was also sitting at the dining table quietly eating dumplings, put down his chopsticks with a smile: "What, you're not used to it?"
"Huh." The old man snorted coldly, saying nothing.
"A bunch of heartless little bastards."
"You'll be fine once you get used to it." Jiang Weiming looked like he was watching the show.
"Impossible." The old man looked serious, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "The pork belly and elbow stewed in the kitchen downstairs should be ready by now. Who is going to get them?"
The entire living room seemed to have been pressed on pause.
The next moment, everyone was excited.
"Dad, I'm going, I'm going now!" Jiang Jiankang put the bowl on the coffee table and rushed out.
"Uncle San, you've had a hard day today, just rest and I'll go!" Jiang Zaide stopped Jiang Jiankang and became a roadblock.
"Baby, you just got off work, so don't go. It's too tiring to serve pork and elbows that are so heavy. Dad can just go." Jiang Jianguo was so distressed that his mouth watered.
"Brother, I'd better go!" Jiang Jianye had already obtained the key.
……
After a fierce competition, Jiang Jianguo won with his absolute tonnage advantage and the spare key to the old man's house.
Jiang Weiming was already stupid.
After Jiang Jianguo went out happily eating pork belly, he calmed down and asked, "When did you make the pork belly and elbows?" "I prepared them when I got up early in the morning." The old man looked proud and said He didn't forget to glance at Jiang Feng, who was sitting on the sofa with the same confused look on his face. His eyes seemed to say:
Grandson, you are still young!
Jiang Feng noticed the old man's eyes:?
ヽ(゜▽゜)~
(End of chapter)