Life is a Game

At 3:17 pm, the dishes started to be served.

Jiang Weiguo's dishes have all been completed, Jiang Weiming's artichoke dolphin has reached the final stage, midway Jiang Jiankang came in and fried a pickled rice, and then left quickly. Jiang Feng's seven Babaolixiang pigeons were all served just now, leaving only crabs Stuffed orange is still simmering slowly in the pot.

Baked yam is a table dessert, so don't rush to make it.

These days, Jiang Feng used earth stoves to pick things up at Li Zhai these days, and at night he used gas stoves to pick things up at home. His technology has been steadily improving. Although it is still not good, he has also figured out something-earth stoves. After pondering some experience, the gas stove still found nothing.

老 The two old men have already left, Jiang Weiming has soiled his clothes and needs to change to a new one. He gave Jiang Feng to Jiang Feng and looked at him with peace of mind. In this way, Jiang Feng was left alone in the kitchen, guarding the gas stove, holding a mobile phone and looking at the notes recorded a few days ago, taking the time to turn the gas stove on and off.

The crab stuffed with orange was only served for 5 minutes, and Jiang Feng had opened the fire twice.

Outside the house, the juniors of the Jiang family are here, and even Jiang Shouyu, who was supposed to be on duty at the hospital, came. He changed his class to eat today ’s Mid-Autumn Banquet and his grandson, which also meant that he would have to go next week. Night shift for three days.

For love, Jiang Shouxi, who eats saffron every day and eats for Yi Xiao, is only two hundred pounds. Soon, Jiang Shouxi, who may not even have two hundred pounds, lifted his head, and looked eagerly, not far away. Two Eight Immortals tables full of dishes began to count people.

"Uncle, third uncle, German brother, grandpa, third grandpa, Xiaofeng ... Where did Xiaofeng go to the kitchen, grandma, grandma, grandma?" Jiang Shouxi was surprised to find that Grandma Jiang was not here.

"What are you looking for?" Jiang Zaide took the snowy moon cake that Wu Zai gave him, and ate it half-and-a-half.

The taste was okay, but unfortunately it didn't come out of the freezer. Jiang Zaide said that he prefers frozen snowy mooncakes, which are better frozen, and his teeth can bite.

"Dude, have you seen grandma? 诶, where did you get this moon cake?" Jiang Shouzhen was attracted by Jiang Zaide's snowy moon cake.

"Grandma seems to be going to the kitchen. Isn't she going to make chives pancakes today?" Jiang Zaide opened his mouth and put the remaining half of the snowy mooncakes in his mouth, swallowed a few times, and swallowed them. It ’s almost time to eat. You can eat less moon cakes. I ’ll just grab a small one. Wuyi returned this time with a suitcase of moon cakes. If you want to eat, you can take some to the hospital, but this time Wuyi didn't seem to have brought ham moon cakes. I just looked for a box of hams and didn't see them. Maybe I didn't bring them, or they were all with Lilian. I just saw her pile a lot of moon cakes. "

The ham moon cakes that Qijiang Zaide could not find were all in Jixia. Jiang Yanlian is a person who is very keen on unpacking. The four big boxes of ham moon cakes she gave Ji Xia now have been unpacked by her so that only a single moon cake is left. The outer packaging is all put in the trash.

"This is a ham moon cake in southern Yunnan. The ham inside is full of lean meat. I like this brand the most. My grandma will bring me a lot of moon cakes every year in the Mid-Autumn Festival! And this one, although the moon cakes are very packed. Ugly, but the mooncakes are delicious. The bread inside is full of meat. It ’s too salty. ”Jiang Yanlian started to introduce her favorite mooncake to the good sister she just recognized,“ You taste this, And this, this, this you must eat more. "

Xi Jixia was caught off guard by a pile of moon cakes by Jiang Yanlian.

Ji Xia hasn't eaten ham moon cakes, and I don't even know that this kind of thing that really likes yakiniku is actually moon cakes. Previously, when Jiang Feng called Babaozhai's mooncakes for takeaway, Jixia stuffed a mooncake, but didn't tell Jixia that it was a mooncake. Jixia always thought that she had a delicious sweet meatless siu pan that day.

Xi Jixia opened a moon cake and took a bite.

Mouthful of meat.

Baked meat.

Salty.

The glutinous grains are clear and full, and the salty ham flavor fills all corners of the mouth, complementing the meringue. It is salty and light, and the intersection is just right in the mouth. The meat touches the place where the tongue touches. This feeling of eating meat is what Xia Xia likes and enjoys the most.

Xi Jixia narrowed her eyes happily.

Since she worshiped Jiang Feng as a teacher, she can eat many kinds of meat with different patterns every day, but she does n’t get tired of how to eat, whether it is pork, chicken, duck, fish, lamb or some other meat, as long as it is meat I like all summer.

But Ji Xia didn't dare to eat meat all the time, even though she knew that most of Master ’s family was as meatless as her, and she even saw firsthand what the fairy fights on the table were, and what the effect of chopsticks in the hands of the sword sword blade, But Ji Xia was still a little cautious when eating.

In these years, when she was eating in the school cafeteria, whether she could eat all the meat in the lotus roots depends on the mood of the aunt, and she was also embarrassed to eat beef noodles in Master Liang's noodle restaurant. Her mother's mood. If her mother is in a good mood, Ji Xia can clamp two chopsticks, and from the third chopsticks, she should be accused of not knowing and leaving good things to her father.

Gradually, Ji Xia has developed a habit, and only eat two chopsticks when eating.

Only the New Year is the time when Ji Xia can eat meat freely, but it can not last for a few days. Ji Xia cannot stay at the grandmother's house for the whole New Year. For Ji Xia, grandma was the only one who would give her meat to eat more.

One more now.

Minjiang Minlian kept stuffing her with moon cakes.

Ji Xia can only eat one by one. She ate four in one breath. Each of the four different brands of ham moon cakes ate one. Jiang Yanlian ate with her beside her. Not only did she eat, Jiang Yanlian also shared with Ji Xia that she had previously eaten Moon cake.

"Xia Xia, I told you that I had a mustard salmon moon cake once a year ago, and the taste was simply incredible."

"You can feel the crispy crust at the entrance of that mooncake. After biting it, the mouth is knocked down with a slight mustard flavor. Then comes the rich and unique fatty aroma of salmon ~ www.readwn.com ~ The taste of the fish drove the mouth to jump. When you chew carefully, you will find that there are springy and sweet caviar in the middle, washed up by the tide of seaweed and salmon. "

"Ah, that smell!"

隽 Jiang Yanqing, who does n’t want to eat moon cakes, just wants to eat quickly: ……

My sister, you should be more awake, the Chinese exam has passed, you don't need to write any more.

Before I took a bite of Xia Xia or my brother's apprentice, Xia Xia was called after eating a few months of cake together.

Hey, twin sister.

On the other side, Grandma Jiang is making pancakes in the kitchen.

Scallion pancakes, one plate with green onions, one plate with green onions, sprinkle the sesame with green onions, and not the sesame.

Qijiang Feng and Grandma Jiang are in a pot, Jiangfeng Crab Stuffed with Orange and Grandma Jiang Pancakes are very harmonious.

Soon, this harmony was broken by the take-away brother's phone.

"Grandma, I'll get a take-out. You can help me see the pot on my side." Jiang Feng asked Grandma Jiang for help.

"What's in your pot?" Grandma Jiang just cooked a plate of green onion pancakes and stuffed the plate with Jiang Feng.

"I'll make crab stuffed orange again, you and I will show it to me, I will be back in two minutes." Jiang Feng took the cake and ran out.

Grandmother Qijiang looked at the pot over Jiang Feng, looked at the small fire on the pot, and then thought about Jiang Feng's act of turning the fire on and off.

Xiao Feng's tube is called 焖?

Huh?

This can also be called 焖? ? ?

Alas.

Alas.

and also.