Chapter 882 Extra Three: The Story of Jiang Taisun’s Ascension to the throne (4)
When Li Cuihua's family came to the Jiang family with chickens, the Jiang family was having dinner.
It's so simple that it can even be called a simple dinner.
Because Grandma Jiang requested that she want something sweet before New Year’s Eve, everyone could not have meat porridge and could only drink eight-treasure porridge. In the past two days, everyone could eat some stir-fries when they had porridge. Today, since the three chefs at home, Jiang Feng, Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo, were all in the kitchen keeping soup stock, there wasn't even stir-fries, so Jiang Feng took the initiative to stir-fry a pot of green vegetables for everyone to enjoy. Making do with it, even the pickles were bought by Grandma Jiang when she went to town two days ago.
Eating this during the Chinese New Year, those who didn’t know better thought the Jiang family was bankrupt.
When Li Cuihua grabbed the chicken and walked into the Jiang family's yard, she saw this scene.
Everyone was sitting in the yard, each of them had a big bowl with eight-treasure porridge, some pickles sprinkled on the porridge, and ordinary-looking pickles on the chopsticks. A small wooden table was set up near the door. Half a pot of green vegetables and a few plates of pickles.
As miserable as it is, as desolate as it is.
Seeing this scene, Li Cuihua had a song in her heart.
"Holding the steamed buns in my hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish..."
Of course, this was only what Li Cuihua saw. In fact, everyone in the Jiang family ate deliciously, slurping away one bowl after another. Comrade Jiang Jiankang, a sweet tooth lover, was now drinking his fourth bowl of eight-treasure porridge.
The porridge of Porridge King is comparable to ordinary porridge.
The most important thing is that although there is no meat in the porridge, there is meat in the air! Smell the delicious aroma of the soup stock, drink the eight-treasure porridge that is sweet and warm to the heart, and eat the pickles that are tasteless but missing something.
Very beautiful.
"Cuihua, why are you here?" Grandma Jiang is old and has a small appetite. She has finished her porridge and wandered around in the yard. She was a little surprised when she saw Li Cuihua bringing Zhao Liang, "Why are you bringing a chicken? Shouldn't you? You can’t even kill chickens now, so take them to my house and kill them.”
Li Cuihua shoved the chicken in front of Grandma Jiang and said angrily: "I know your dog can't spit out ivory. It's not like you haven't lived in the village for the past two years, and you don't have chickens at home. I don't think it happened two days ago. I was in a hurry to buy a chicken, so I kindly gave you a chicken.”
Grandma Jiang didn't believe Li Cuihua's lies. The two of them were plastic sisters who had spent so many years doing exchanges of equal value, and never received reward for nothing.
Just as Grandma Jiang was about to open her mouth, Grandpa Zhao Liang grabbed the chicken and came with Zhao Liang's father, followed by the little tail of Zhao Liang's mother, who didn't catch the chicken but carried a bag of melon seeds.
Grandma Jiang:?
how? What day is today? The neighbors collectively send warmth?
When the Zhao family came home, they were a little disappointed to find that everyone was just eating porridge, but they still had to perform the drama. After some polite remarks, Grandma Jiang accepted two plump old hens and a pound of melon seeds.
Just when the Zhao family was about to lose blood and go home for dinner, Grandma Jiang finally realized her conscience and greeted her warmly: "By the way, have you eaten? Xiaofeng cooked two big pots of porridge today, and there should be some left in the kitchen. Don’t you want to stay and eat together?”
Li Cuihua thought, do I care about your eight-treasure porridge? Who doesn't have it? What she wanted to taste was the unknown chicken soup simmering in the kitchen.
Li Cuihua was about to refuse to go home for dinner, but Zhao Liang betrayed her on the spot and agreed directly: "Thank you, Grandma Jiang. Our family went shopping for the New Year this afternoon. When we got home, my grandma hadn't cooked yet."
Li Cuihua:?
"It's a shame you had the nerve to tell me two days ago. It's New Year's Eve tomorrow and I'm just buying New Year's goods today. No wonder I don't have anything to eat at night." Grandma Jiang said helplessly as she went into the kitchen to scoop porridge for Li Cuihua and her family.
Two minutes later, Li Cuihua's family blended into the Jiang family, sitting in a circle around Qingcai, and slurping porridge louder than the Jiang family.
"Grandma, it's all eight-treasure porridge. Why is what Grandma Jiang cooks completely different from what we cook?" Zhao Liang finished a bowl of porridge and made a sound like he wanted to be reincarnated.
Li Cuihua glanced at her grandson, and for the first time she felt that the Jiang family's theory of educating children next door was quite right. Children cannot be effective if they are not beaten. Look at this little brat. Sure enough, he was beaten less when he was a child, and now he dares to say such nonsense.
"Your Grandma Jiang's grandson can cook porridge. I also have a grandson. Why don't I see any porridge to drink?"
Zhao Liang:......
Zhao Liang's father snored and drank his porridge, secretly glad that he was a son.
While he was drinking, Jiang Feng came out of the kitchen.
Jiang Feng, Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo have been busy in the kitchen all day today. They got up early in the morning to prepare the stock and clear soup. Now that the stock and clear soup are basically completed and only the final touches are left, they start to deal with the ingredients and side dishes that need to be processed a day in advance. Although Jiang Feng is not very good at cooking pork dishes, it cannot be justified that the Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner does not include a few pork dishes.
After weighing the dishes that he was good at, Jiang Feng decided that for the pork dishes, he would only make crab meat lion heads and braised pork with pickles. The braised pork with pickles requires the use of good pork belly, so Jiang Feng fried some lard residue while he was free.
The three chefs divided most of the bowls in the kitchen, and Jiang Feng took out the remaining half of the bowl as a side dish for the Jiang family who were drinking porridge. As soon as he came out of the kitchen with the bowl, he bumped into Jiang Jiankang who was going in to refill the fifth bowl of porridge.
"Dad, you want another bowl, right? Just in time, there is some freshly fried lard residue here. I'll pour you some." After speaking, Jiang Feng poured half a bowl of lard residue for Jiang Jiankang, and Jiang Jiankang chewed it with a smile. Entering the kitchen while eating the lard residue.
Zhao Liang's father's eyes widened when he saw it, and he shed tears of envy in his heart.
Why is Jiankang's life so good? It’s just that he’s better at reincarnation than him, but he’s better at giving birth than him.
Having a good father since he was a child has been enviable enough, and now he also has a good son.
"Liangliang." Zhao Liang's father looked at Zhao Liang and sighed.
Zhao Liang:? ? ?
After the Zhao family returned home, they savored the porridge for several hours. Even when they went to bed at night, they would occasionally smash it in their mouths, as if they were savoring the taste of that bowl of eight-treasure porridge.
This aftertaste lasts until the Jiang family's kitchen turns off the flames and all the processed ingredients are put in the refrigerator to be refrigerated until they no longer smell.
The Zhao family can also fall asleep peacefully and continue to drink eight-treasure porridge in their dreams at night, while fantasizing about the broth that they still don’t know what it is, but it must smell delicious.
Early on the next morning, Zhao Liang was awakened by the smell of food.
It's not the aroma of the soup stock that I smelled all day long. It's more fragrant, more delicious, and more concrete than the soup stock. You can even smell the aroma of the food that was probably cooked.
It tastes like chicken soup, but it's not just chicken soup either.
Zhao Liang didn't even change his clothes. He jumped out of bed wearing thermal underwear and went straight to the kitchen with a look of anticipation on his face.
"Grandma, are you stewing..." Zhao Liang ran into the kitchen and found Li Cuihua still killing the chicken with an unhappy look on her face.
The smell today still comes from next door, not from my own kitchen.
"Wear clothes. If you run around without clothes early in the morning, you won't have to worry about catching a cold."
"Oh."
Zhao Liang had just returned home and got dressed to wash his face and brush his teeth when he heard someone knocking on the door outside. He quickly opened the door and found that it was Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng was holding a small soup bowl with a lid on it.
"Oh, Zhao Liang, you woke up. You woke up early enough. I thought you must be sleeping." Jiang Feng was a little surprised to see that it was Zhao Liang who opened the door.
Zhao Liang was too embarrassed to tell him that he woke up from the smell. He scratched his head and turned sideways to signal Jiang Feng to come in: "I just got up, my parents haven't gotten up, and my grandma is still killing chickens and hasn't even made breakfast yet."
"Our family is also having breakfast. This is the first time I'm responsible for the New Year's meal. I didn't control the amount and made too much. I thought your family might not have eaten yet, so I brought some over." Jiang Feng put the soup bowl on the table, " This is chickpea pudding, it can’t be eaten as a meal. You’d better ask your grandma to cook more noodles, otherwise it won’t be enough.”
In fact, it wasn't that Jiang Feng had done too much. How could there be too much chickpea pudding? Jiang Jiankang's stomach was the first to refuse.
Jiang Feng initially planned to serve chicken bean sprouts as a dish for the New Year's Eve dinner, but after counting the number of dishes, he found that the 19 dishes were not as auspicious as the 18 dishes, and it was difficult to remove the cold dishes. After all, there were only a few fixed dishes every year, so he simply Move the chickpea flowers to the morning.
Chickpea flowers with tomatoes and egg noodles give you a different breakfast experience.
As for the extra half bowl, it's true that Jiang Feng didn't control the quantity well. After one bowl per person, there was so much more. It could have been divided equally. Grandma Jiang remembered that Li Cuihua and her family brought two hens yesterday, and felt that exchanging a few bowls of porridge for two plump hens that they had raised for a whole year was not in line with their equal exchange of plastic sisters for so many years. According to the law, Jiang Feng asked Jiang Feng to take the remaining chickpea flowers to the next door, so that the next door would also serve the Jiang family's New Year's Eve breakfast.
"Do you eat chickpea pudding early in the morning? Are you full?" Zhao Liang, like many ordinary people in Z City, doesn't know what chickpea pudding is and thinks it is just bean curd.
"There are also tomatoes and egg noodles. I have to be in charge of the New Year's Eve dinner today. I have a lot to do so I won't talk to you anymore and will go back first. Remember to bring back the soup bowl later. We don't have enough bowls." Jiang Feng left the chicken bean curd and prepared to leave. .
"Okay, would you like me to bring you two more bowls when I deliver them? We have a lot of bowls at home." Zhao Liang felt that the only thing their kitchen could offer was the abundance of bowls.
"Okay, bring me two larger ones, preferably like basins. If there are many plates, bring them all." Jiang Feng nodded.
"Wow, how many dishes are you going to cook for the Chinese New Year?"
"18 dishes, you know our New Year's Eve dinner is divided into two tables, that's 36 dishes."
"Wow." Zhao Liang could only say wow.
After Jiang Feng left, Li Cuihua came out of the kitchen. When she saw an extra soup bowl on the table, she realized that someone had just arrived at home.
"Did someone come just now? I heard some movement outside and thought it was your parents getting up. Who sent this?" Li Cuihua pointed to the soup bowl.
"Jiang Feng just sent it over. He said it was the extra tofu pudding they made in the morning. He brought it over for us to try." Zhao Liang explained, "Also, Jiang Feng's family is short of pots and plates this year. Grandma, you will tell me which dishes later. It’s not needed, so I brought it to them along with the soup bowl.”
"Not all the things in the cupboard are unused, you can just grab a few." Li Cuihua didn't care. She walked to the soup bowl and was about to lift the lid and take a look. "What kind of beancurd should I eat in the morning? Have some porridge." Are noodles bad? Or do people in Peiping actually have tofu pudding in the morning? They’ve been used to it in the past two years.”
Lift the lid.
The fragrance is everywhere.
It's the smell that wakes Zhao Liang up in the morning.
Zhao Liang and Li Cuihua were stunned.
Because in their opinion, this soup bowl is just an ordinary bowl of tofu curd without sugar sprinkled on it. But the smell emanating from this bowl clearly told them that this was definitely no ordinary bowl of tofu pudding.
"Liangliang, what did you just say Xiaofeng brought?" Li Cuihua began to doubt her life.
"Dou... Douhua, right?" Zhao Liang was not sure either.
Li Cuihua pointed to the chickpea flakes in the soup bowl, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.
"You call this Douhua?" (End of Chapter)