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Latest website: Although Jiang Feng wanted to jump up and beat Jiang Xiaoran, he couldn't.

Not in memory, neither outside memory. He could not be found in his memory, and he was unknown beyond his memory.

He could only silently hide in his heart the grief that was besieged by more than a dozen strong men, and when he had the opportunity to eat with Jiang Xiaoran next time, he would arrange his seat between Jiang Yanqing and Jiang Yanlian.

Jiang Xiaoran put the two dishes on the table, and Lin Juan and Jiang Yanlu's wife went to the kitchen to serve dishes. Jiang Yanlu and Jiang Yong sat side by side in a chair and roasted the fire around the brazier. There was no expression on Jiang Yong's face. Jiang Yanlu rubbed his hands while showing a flattering smile. At first glance, there was something to say.

There are still some scattered melon seeds on the ground. Obviously, Comrade Scum was very perfunctory when sweeping the floor, and it was not cleaned at all.

"Xiaoyong, that, I want to talk to you about something ..." Jiang Yanlu rushed out of the kitchen before saying the word, and then returned to serve a dish of Jiang Xiaoran's grandma interrupted.

"I've eaten, and I'm all on the table." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran smiled and gave her elder son a warning look.

Jiang Yanlu shut up quickly, Jiang Yong looked at him without a word, and sat at the table.

Jiang Zhe was the last one to come to the table, and it wasn't until Jiang Weiming came out with the last dish that he reluctantly sat down beside his mother. When sitting down, he slightly aggravated the scum and rogue atmosphere of his body, probably because Jiang Yong was sitting beside him.

The last dish served was steamed green rice. It may be because of the fear of spilling soup or running away on the way. Jiang Weiming used another plate to hold the dishes. Jiang Feng could smell the eel when the dishes were served. fragrance.

"Dad, what is this?" Jiang Yanlu asked.

"Steamed barley." Jiang Xiaoran replied.

Jiang Weiming nodded and moved the dishes on the side of the steamed barley. "I used to make this dish when you were both at home. Isn't Xiaoyong only coming back for the New Year in these years? Nothing. The opportunity to eat, just happened to have fat barley this year. "

Jiang Weiming unveiled

The fragrance is overflowing.

As if the seal was lifted, the scent originally contained in the dish suddenly burst out. The fresh aroma of fish, pork and hibiscus eggs swept like a torrent, and surrounded everyone here.

Fragrant.

It is very fragrant, not floral or pure meaty. It is a combination of fresh eel and top clear soup. Jiang Weiming is a master of hanging clear soup. Jiang Feng had already experienced it while eating chickpea flowers, but this did not prevent him from drooling at the plate of steamed barley in front of him.

The large and fat eel meat cut into pieces is placed on the plate so clearly that the color of the sauce can be clearly seen on the meat, and the fish near the skin is white and delicate.

Jiang Feng ate this dish at the Wu Family Restaurant years ago and was made by Wu Hanxue. When eating, Wu Minqi also introduced him the method of steaming the green tea. Jiang Feng clearly remembered Wu Minqi said that the steamed green tea made by a chef with a good cooking skill could be 50 meters after the table was uncovered.

Jiang Feng didn't care at that time, only if it was a wonderful legend existing in the chef world. After all, this legend is not uncommon in the chef world. Everyone has a legendary chef who can make a certain dish magical, but no one has ever seen it.

Now Jiang Feng sees it, and the steamed barley, which can float for 50 meters after being uncovered, is placed in front of him brightly.

Although Jiang Feng couldn't really go to a place 50 meters away from this dish to smell it and see if he could really smell the aroma of steamed barley, but he knew very well that what Jiang Weiming had done was a legendary dish.

The secret of the scent is the spoonful of clear soup that is finally poured on the dish.

To a certain extent, Tian Lin's new concept of cooking chicken soup is not wrong. The top broths and clear broths really have the power to turn decay into magic. After all, broths and broths are the ultimate exploration and refinement of the delicious taste of ingredients by Chinese chefs for nearly a thousand years.

Unbeatable.

Unfortunately, Jiang Feng could only watch Jiang Xiaoran happily at the dinner table, drooling by himself.

As a teenager, Jiang Xiaoran is in the developmental stage, and he can't eat. The first high school student to eat, not only eats fast. It may be the speed of eating and grabbing food in the cafeteria. Jiang Zhexiong, who is also at the same table with him, is not in the middle of the table.

The steamed barley in the dish is rapidly decreasing at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

In addition to the rich eel meat, the pork and hibiscus eggs buried under the steamed rice dumplings are also rare and delicious. Especially the hibiscus egg, because it is buried at the bottom and is full of various soups, is almost the essence of the whole dish and the place where the umami taste converges.

Because Jiang Xiaoran ate fast, when the pork and eel on the surface were eaten, the hibiscus eggs buried underneath were still hot or even a little hot.

Jiang Xiaoran had been busy eating before, but couldn't help but pull out his mouth and sigh when he was eating hibiscus eggs: "Wow, grandpa, the steamed egg under this fish is really delicious!"

"Come and try two pieces!" Jiang Xiaoran seemed to have discovered a new treasure.

Grandma Jiang Xiaoran scooped a spoonful of eggs with a smile, Jiang Weiming smiled and shook her head: "Grandpa doesn't like to eat, but if he likes, eat more."

"Slow down and nobody will grab you, just like a pig eats food." Lin Juan laughed.

"Xiao Ran is growing and eating fast and normal." Jiang Yanlu said.

There was also a little smile on Jiang Yong's face, and the dinner finally began to develop towards the atmosphere of being happy and harmonious.

"Huh." Unfortunately, the real scum does not allow the atmosphere to become happy and happy.

Jiang Zhe's cold hum seemed to express his strong dissatisfaction to everyone present, and the whole person was sitting at the table with his head slumped as if he had been boned, and looked like a hooligan in the village collecting protection fees.

Jiang Yong looked at Jiang Zhe's look, and the smile on his face disappeared, and he couldn't hold back. "Eat meals must be like eating. What do you look like? Sit tight."

Jiang Zhe reluctantly resumed the normal sitting position.

Hearing Jiang Yong's words, Jiang Yanlu's wife suddenly had an opinion: "Second brother, what do you mean? The good old Chinese New Year scolded Xiao Zhe for what he did, how he sat and how comfortable he sat."

At the end, he added a sentence unconvinced: "Of course, you didn't care about eating like that just now, Xiaozhe was just a little casual sitting."

Jiang Xiaoran who buries his eggs :? ? ?

"Ma'am, what do you mean by that?" Lin Juan put the bowl on the table and turned on the fire. "What does Ranran eat like that, but what does it look like, teenage children who eat? Such?"

"Jiang Yong did he just talk about Xiao Zhe ’s sitting position? Is it not clear to him what he said? If you have any opinions about our family, let ’s just say that Jiang Zhe is a strange yin and yang from the moment we enter the door. Where did we offend you? Something made it clear, don't refer to Sanghuai here. "

Every housewife is an excellent contestant.

"Okay, what a big Chinese New Year's noise." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran jumped out to round the field, "Xiao Zhe's sitting posture is indeed problematic, the elder said nothing. However, when you eat next time, don't be so embarrassed and cautious, slow down. You are right. "

"eat."

It's a pity that a few people at the table, except Jiang Xiaoran, who drank his eggs to eat, did not really eat.

Jiang Feng wants to sit at the table and eat for them.

Really, I want to quarrel after eating and go to the yard to fight directly. What is noisy on the dining table will affect the mood of eating.

Several people at the table absently ate a few mouthfuls of food, Lin Juan stared intently at the moment to prepare for the battle, but Jiang Yanlu's wife didn't know why he surrendered directly to the defeat and did not go to see Lin Juan ~ www.readwn.com ~ No Stop to feed Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Yong was expressionless. He seemed accustomed to it. Jiang Yanlu seemed to have something to say but never spoke. Jiang Weiming and Jiang Yanlu's expressions seemed to be tangled. However, he would pretend to not look at them carefully. come out. Grandma Jiang Xiaoran ignored everyone's self-catering, but only occasionally clamped Jiang Xiaoran a few pieces of amaranth.

Jiang Xiaoran is definitely the best in the audience, which is the most he eats. Although he was disappointed somehow, he never loses.

"Grandma, can I live here tonight, and then let Grandpa cook another plate of this steamed catfish tomorrow morning, I want to cook it with noodles." Jiang Xiaoran whispered to Grandma's ear.

"Go tell your dad, but if you live here tonight, your grandpa will definitely burn you tomorrow morning." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran laughed.

Jiang Xiaoran just wanted to turn his head to mention this to his dad sitting opposite him. Jiang Weiming put the bowl on the table and said, "Yanlu, Xiaoyong, come with me to the room. I have something to tell you. "

Grandma Jiang Xiaoran's face sank immediately.