Life is a Game

Jiang Feng returned to the house and slept for more than half an hour. When he was awakened by the alarm clock on his mobile phone, he was still a little confused. It was impossible to tell whether he was awake or awake normally. Things are the same as dreams.

It was like dreaming a busy morning in the kitchen.

When Jiang Feng came out of the house with a sleepy rubbing eye, and saw the Jiang family who were making dumplings in the living room, they were sure that everything just happened instead of dreaming.

Dumplings are probably the most harmonious and very popular family activity that all members of the Jiang family can do together. It is a magical activity that even the two sisters of Jiang Yan and Qing Jiang will not be lazy, but will work very hard. .

"Brother, you are awake, come and make dumplings, these two pots of stuffing!" Jiang Yanlian saw Jiang Feng come out of the room, her eyes brightened, and she started to grab Zhuang Ding on the spot.

Ordinary people's home-made dumpling stuffing basin is usually the sie of the washbasin, and Jiang family's home-made dumpling stuffing basin is the bath sie.

Jiang Feng was struggling to chop dumpling stuffing this morning. It wasn't busy. In order to allow all members of the Jiang family to participate in this year's New Year's Eve, everyone can enjoy the joy of tasting the fruits of their labor.

Before Jiang Feng answered Jiang Zaide, she took a photo of Jiang Yanlian, blaming her face, "What are you messing up here, Yanlian, your brother will wait for the Chinese New Year dinner, so how can I make dumplings?"

"That's what, Lilian, what are you talking about here? It's enough for us to make dumplings, but we need your brother." Jiang Ran followed suit instantly.

"Yes, sister, what you said was too thoughtful." Jiang Yanqing also turned back on the spot.

Haven't adapted to Jiang Fenglian who Jiang Feng has changed from a contestant to a referee: ...

"Oh my brother, look at my memory. I didn't think of it this year. You helped Grandpa make the New Year's Eve dinner. I just remember that you don't like green onions and forget the business. I just made a lot of it You can see that these dumplings are filled with mutton and radish. They are big, round, and good-looking. You must eat a few more dumplings that I make, all of which I specially made for you! People talk, talk to the ghosts.

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

Is this his cousin who can only make long-distance and close-off attacks when he gets along, and wants to summon the courage to fight with her and fight to death?

It was just the demon tearing her camouflage instantly, revealing the angel's true body.

In fact, Jiang Yanlian is closer to angels.

"Bye brother, do you want to drink?" Jiang Yanlian put down the dumplings she just wrapped, put chopsticks in the filling, palms, fingertips and nail seams with the flour left over from dumplings.

"I still have a bottle of the drink I sent you last month. The peach taste is particularly delicious. I'll get it for you!" Said Jiang Yanlian, who was going to the room to get the drink.

"Don't you tell me yesterday that you drank the drink?" Jiang Yanqing exclaimed instantly, his face filled with incredibleness.

Jiang Yanlian ignored Jiang Yanqing's taunting skills and left, and when she returned, she took a bottle of pink-looking girly-looking drink in her hand.

Jiang Feng took the drink stiffly: "I'm going to the kitchen."

Grease the soles of your feet and slip.

Jiang Feng was afraid that he would be lost in Jiang Yanlian's sugar-coated cannonballs and praises while staying in the living room, and he had just seen that both German and Chinese brothers were agitated.

Jiang Feng has never felt the charm of the Jiang family throne so clearly and strongly.

Hot, seductive, eye-catching, sparkling.

Even more readily available.

Jiang Feng grabbed the drink bottle and went to the kitchen door. He took a deep breath and glanced at the pink packaging of the drink bottle.

This bottle of drink is a treatment he could never have before.

It is also a treatment that all Jiang family members would never have, because the old man did not like to drink beverages.

But today, Jiang Yanlian handed the bottle to herself.

He Jiang Feng must be the man at the top of Jiang's culinary chain!

One day he will succeed in usurping the throne, cooking Chinese New Year's Eve dinner for all the Jiang family, and receiving all the praise and rainbow farts.

With this unprecedented ambition, Jiang Feng stepped into the kitchen.

"Here? See how the elbow is soaked. If it's okay, take care of it and think about what to wait for." The old man didn't look up.

Even if the old man doesn't look up, Jiang Feng still wants to send his most sincere and bright smile: "Grandpa, do you think it is better to do elbow this year? I have no experience doing it in the first year."

"Just do whatever you like, and cut the black fish when you're done. Don't delay time," said the old man.

"Good grandpa." Jiang Feng went to the elbow in the water.

To Jiang Feng to be an elbow, his first reaction must be Dongpo elbow. It is not a genuine Dongpo elbow. It is Jiang Jiankang's unrecognizable Dongpo elbow.

Grandma Chen Xiuxiu's pigs are well-produced, fat and thin, and her forefoot is strong and strong. From the hoof alone, you can see that this pig must have been a good pig during her lifetime. But the pig-slaying butcher did not work well and failed this good pig.

If the blood is not cleaned, the pork will smell.

When Jiang Feng fished his elbow out of the basin, it had been soaked in water for nearly 24 hours, and had changed water several times in the middle. This was definitely a VIP level in the elbow on the dinner table of the Jiang family. Treatment.

The elbow made by Jiang Jiankang has a slight sweetness in thick oil and red sauce. The taste is supplemented by the taste. It must be melted at the entrance. You can separate the flesh with a light poke of the elbow with chopsticks.

The feeling that the fat melts in the mouth instantly is the essence of the elbow made by Jiang Jiankang.

Jiang Feng, as Jiang's only son, has eaten Jiang Jiankang's special elbow for so many years. He knows its subtleties, and knows that this subtlety needs to be stewed through a long time.

Looking at the time, Jiang Feng found that as long as he had good hands and feet, he should be able to have time, no longer think about it, and lifted his sleeves to start working.

Put the washed elbow in the water pot first, remove the blood and remove the water once it is boiled in high heat, and change the water quickly. Pour the oil in the pot to stir-fry the onion, **** and garlic, and add other spices to fry.

Jiang Feng was racing against the clock until the elbow was stewed into the casserole. I was afraid that a slow step would cause the time for the stew to not be enough to make it pass the entrance.

The old man cooks his own dishes all the way down, but he knows Jiang Feng's progress as if he has eyes on his head. The moment Jiang Feng covered the casserole, he said, "Don't stop, cut the fish."

"When you can really become a chef in the future, you will find that time will never be enough, even if you grow 10 hands, you will not be busy, so it is useless in anxiety," the old man said.

Jiang Feng slowed down.

"Slow is even worse."

Jiang Feng speeded up again in silence.

"Unfortunately, you have read so many more books than we did that year, and I do n’t know what you have learned. I told your dad long ago that you and your cousins ​​have a little talent. Do n’t waste time. Go and learn about the photoelectric information and practice your cooking. What is the use of what you learn? ”The old man started to complain everyday. In fact, he has rarely complained about Jiang Feng ’s university major recently. After all, he has to complain a lot .

Jiang Feng really wanted to discuss with the father how to analyze the position of Dahe chef in the post-cook from the perspective of optical fiber transmission, but this idea was strangled by him as soon as the idea came out, because the father still had a knife on his body. .

"I want to be a chef, cooking is only part of it, and assignment is really difficult to understand." The old man said, "Look at the fire in the stove, and add two more firewood if it is not big enough."

The old man took the cured enema to the side of the stove ~ www.readwn.com ~ and began to pour oil into the pot: "But in terms of cooking, you are really good now, and have made great progress, completely beyond my expectations, but Not only is Wu Ya better than you in terms of distribution, but even the kid from the Sun family is better than you. "

"Distribution?" Jiang Feng cut his hand in a meal.

"When have you seen Wu Yaduo cut or match during business hours? Everyone has their own work and their duties, but they can't get over it. If they are the chef, What you have to do is to allocate and solve rather than to help. You must have a steelyard in your heart and know when and what to do. Take the fillets and bring them to me. "

"Oh." Jiang Feng started to fish.

"It ’s a little early to tell you these things, but you have to start learning. Pay more attention to what my grandfather and I have done in the back kitchen. Do n’t be silly like your dad all day long. Knowing to be lazy, when I go back after the New Year, I took that shelf off and changed my position to look at it. I was annoyed. Every day I knew to hide behind the shelf to be lazy, so the big man thought that others could not see.

Jiang Feng: ...

Comrade Jiang Jiankang, this pit son's chicken!