Life is a Game

Because of the fire, Jiang Huiqin's original stiff and slow movement was a little faster, still shrinking like a squirrel, counting and counting the baby that was found out of the garbage heap, and counting again and again. Every time, he slowly got up with satisfaction.

"Yesterday they snatched the two good woods and were complacent. A group of fools, where I put them on purpose. I couldn't see the good things in front of me." Jiang Huiqin put the white fungus in the pot and took it With the earthen pot struggling over the garbage mountain, the movement was slow like an old lady.

"What's wrong with your waist?" Li Ming noticed that she was wrong, and anxious, "They pushed you this morning and hurt you?"

"I'm not the old lady. How could I get hurt by being pushed. I fell off when I slipped out of the tree and touched the bird's egg last night, otherwise you thought how the six eggs came from the sky?" Jiang Huiqinman Don't mind, rubbing your waist with your right hand, "Just lie down."

"Don't talk, you haven't fully covered what you care about me, pull the quilt, your feet are not covered."

Qiujiang Huiqin walked to a pile of damp rotten wood, stretched her feet to kick them apart, fiddled with them, and pulled out a few.

There were a few extremely fat mushrooms growing on those few woods, and some of them were picked off. Jiang Huiqin hid them in the pot and went out of the shed.

After a while, Jiang Huiqin returned with a pot filled with water, washed mushrooms and white fungus.

Because she was soaked in water, she had some **** and cracked hands and started bleeding.

He noticed that his hands were bleeding. Jiang Huiqin quietly wiped himself while Li Ming wasn't paying attention. Anyway, his clothes were so dirty that he couldn't see the original color, and a few more pieces of blood stuck on it could not be seen.

Qiujiang Huiqin put the pot on the fire and started cooking mushroom soup.

The soup simmered quickly. Jiang Huiqin added a pinch of salt to the soup, raised the pot, and said, "I'll take the mushroom soup and change the bowl and spoon with Chen Carpenter."

"There is a spoon, I hid under the wooden shelf the day before yesterday." Li Ming lifted his finger to the wood supporting the shed.

"Just right, give him two mushrooms less and we each have one." Two more mushrooms can be saved, Jiang Huiqin is authentic.

After a while, Jiang Huiqin returned with a half-pot soup pot, a wooden bowl, and a pair of wooden chopsticks. There was only one mushroom floating in the pot.

"There is nothing delicious about a mushroom. I don't like it anyway, and you won't make a spoon. Wait till you lift the ground and spoil the good. Come, eat the mushrooms first." Jiang Huiqin put the pot back On the fire, pick up mushrooms with chopsticks and feed them to Li Ming.

Li Mingyi didn't open his mouth.

"You eat, I don't like mushrooms." Li Ming glanced over.

"You don't eat it and I throw it!" Jiang Huiqin threatened, "Mushrooms are nutritious, and eating mushrooms will heal you. It's been over a month on your leg. Eating mushrooms is fast."

Seeing that Li Mingyi was still unwilling to eat, Jiang Huiqin stuffed the mushrooms directly into his mouth.

Simple and rude, very effective.

Then she began to cook white fungus with mushroom soup, and occasionally stirred it with chopsticks. When the white fungus was soft and rotten, she sprinkled a small paper bag of spices into it, and then put the bird eggs in and cooked them.

The last pot of nondescript hodgepodge was boiled out. Jiang Huiqin put the white fungus in the middle of the bowl, peeled the bird's eggs and placed it next to the white fungus, carefully picked the pot and poured the soup along the bowl.

明 Li Mingyi saw a little what she was doing.

"This is how you make clear soup willow leaf amaranth."

"What's the way, this is it!" Jiang Huiqin found another box of luncheon meat, dazzled in front of Li Ming's eyes, opened it, cut out a few thin pieces of meat and wrapped the bird's eggs.

"When I'm stupid, Lao Fengxiang replaced a white fungus with a gold bracelet. I also changed a box of this, never opened!" Jiang Huiqin carefully wrapped the iron box with a cloth and hid it back in the trash, "Rich The rich eats, the poor eats poorly, and my brothers may not be as good at me with the same ingredients. "

"Just blow it." Li Ming smiled.

Qi Jiang Huiqin lifted Li Ming up to sit and offered him the bowl like a treasure: "Taste it."

Li Ming picked up a piece of white fungus and wanted to feed Jiang Huiqin.

"Why do you eat this during your birthday? There is some bran left in the morning, and I will cook the bran later." Jiang Huiqin said, and started to turn over the garbage mountain again.

In the end, Jiang Huiqin ate a bird's egg.

As soon as she entered her mouth, Jiang Huiqin's eyes became red, and people in their forties and fifties fell into tears as they did in their teens.

"What I made is so delicious." Jiang Huiqin covered her mouth and tried to wipe away her tears quietly.

"Yeah, this is the best broth willow-leaf amaranth I have ever had." Li Ming held the bowl at one end, and his eye circles became red.

Qi Jiangfeng has been watching beside her, and she has red eyes unconsciously.

"Crying, I will do it for you next year."

I have no next year, Jiang Huiqin died of illness this winter.

total darkness.

Qiu Jiangfeng sat idly on a chair.

明 Li Mingyi's memory is very short. Jiang Feng stayed in it for up to 4 hours, but was extremely depressed.

Before Jiang Huiqin spoke, there was even despair in the air.

With such a depressing space and desperate environment, Jiang Huiqin can still laugh and scold, which really makes Jiang Feng admire from the heart.

Wu Jing sat for a while, calmed her mood, and Jiang Feng opened the property panel.

The amaranth recipe really has one more item.

[Clear soup willow leaf agar (pseudo-E)] [can be improved]:

Producer: Jiang Huiqin

Dish details: Both the ingredients and the food are very poorly seasoned, but because of Jiang Huiqin's outstanding cooking skills and special environment, it is very precious, and it has become a light in the darkest moment of Li Mingyi's life ~ www.readwn.com ~ Support him to live. No special bonuses.

制作 Can be made once a day. (0/1)

Can it be improved?

What does it mean?

Is it free to make it better when you make it?

Qi Jiangfeng was uncertain.

The evaluation of this dish and Wang Shitou ’s pure meat are half a catty, but Wang Shitou ’s unpalatable is because his own skills are not good. Jiang Huiqin ’s clear soup willow leaf amaranth is unpalatable due to the ingredients and the environment. There are fundamental differences.

If there is improvement, there is much room to play.

If you make a big change, you can even change it to the original broth willow leaf amaranth.

But Jiang Feng knows that the meaning of the game is definitely not this.

How can I improve it?

Ingredients? flavor? Still waiting?

The game also stipulates that it can only be done once a day. Jiang Feng feels that he will be happy to celebrate the New Year when he successfully improves the dish.

May be New Year this year, or it may be New Year next year.

At the end of the memory, Li Mingyi said that this was the best broth willow leaf amaranth he had ever eaten, and it was a reminder to come home. Having said that, this game is really a dog. The details of the task are written by a clear soup willow leaf agar dish of Tai Fenglou chef Jiang Chengde, but the task requirement is to make Li Ming eat the clear soup willow leaf agar in memory .

If it weren't for this memory, Jiang Feng would surely have been misled to try to make the original clear soup willow leaf amaranth.

It is impossible to do it according to Jiang Huiqin's original method. Besides, Jiang Feng did not have the ability to stuff food into a garbage dump for a few days before making it.

Grandpa Aunt is also old and can't stand her stomach.

Mingjiang Feng opened the video teaching at the back and started to study how to improve it.