Life is a Game

The people in the back kitchen have almost dispersed. Since Jiang Feng said that the chickpea everyone has a share and wants the two old men to eat first, everyone will leave the kitchen and do their own things in a very interesting way. The roar quickly returned to eat.

Jiang Feng is presenting chickpea flowers.

In fact, chickpea does not need to be placed. Scoop some bean curd with some clear soup, and put it in a delicate porcelain bowl. But this is after all the first chickpea flower made by Jiang Feng. The S-level chickpea flower made in one time is of great significance. Of course, it needs to be placed in a way that ordinary people can't afford it.

Although this level of chickpea is itself a food that most people cannot afford.

"No, no, I do n’t think so. You see, this bowl is so big. If you scoop up such a big piece of bean curd, half of the bowl will be occupied, and you wo n’t be able to hold much soup. It looks good. "Ji Yue gestured with his hand on the porcelain bowl for a long time, thinking that Jiang Feng's idea was not good.

"I think Fengfeng's idea is quite good. It's filled with only a little soup at the edge. It's very much in line with the bean curd. There is no need to deliberately scoop up such a small piece. This is for my own family. Wu Minqi supports Jiang Feng's decision.

"Orchid is right. If you use this type of bowl to hold chickpea, you need to leave more space for soup, and the soup can't be served too slowly. It's best to leave three points." Zhang Guanghang.

Jiang Feng: ...

His hand with a spoon was raised in the air for a long time. It was neither a scoop nor a scoop.

"Then I will change the bowl." Jiang Feng thought it should be the bowl's problem.

"Change it." The three said in unison.

In the end, Jiang Feng replaced a bowl with the same size as the ordinary people's dinner bowl, which seemed mediocre and the price was mediocre. According to Zhang Guanghang's proposal, he left three bowls and filled two bowls of chickpea flowers.

Two bowls of seemingly plain chickpea flowers are placed on the kitchen in this way. A small spoon is placed on the side of each bowl, constantly exuding the fragrance of the top clear soup to the surroundings.

"I found this chickpea flower in a bowl looks more like bean curd, no, it's just bean curd." Ji Yue who hadn't eaten chickpea sighed innocently.

"Not every chickpea flower made by every chef is like this." Zhang Guanghang explained, thinking for a while, "I know probably that Grandpa Jiang and Jiang Feng can make this."

"My grandpa can do it too." Wu Minqi added, "Almost, but the chickpeas made by my grandfather are not as good as boiled cabbage, so he usually doesn't make chickpeas. I've seen them two or three times. of."

Ji Yue nodded, seemingly incomprehensible, staring at the chickpea flower in the pot drooling wildly.

Jiang Feng was a little nervous and turned to ask Wu Minqi: "Qi Qi, you said that when my grandpa eats chickpea, will you be in a bad mood?"

Wu Minqi nodded: "Relax, Grandpa Jiang will definitely get better as long as he eats."

The old man is here.

He was very anxious, a little panting, not sweating. The kitchen slowed down as soon as he entered, but it was still seen by everyone that he should be anxious when he came.

"Grandpa, you're here!" Jiang Feng hurriedly picked up a bowl of chickpea flowers and took a spoon to the old man. "How come you come alone, grandpa? Come and try, the chickpea flowers I just made, everyone I'll wait for you to taste the taste without even trying it. "

The old man didn't reach out and looked carefully at the chickpea in the bowl, but he was shocked when he didn't show it on his face.

Just when Jiang Sanitary said Jiang Feng made it, his first reaction was impossible, but he felt that Jiang Feng now has this strength, so he didn't say a word and hurried back. He had tasted the clear soup that Jiang Feng hung out yesterday, and now he also saw the chickpea flower. Without knowing the old man, he knew that this must be a perfect chickpea flower.

The old man looked at Jiang Feng with a complicated look.

He has never been so deep, so strong consciousness, that his grandson is really out of school.

the student surpasses the master.

The third brother was right. Although he was a little unwilling, he was proud.

The old man took the chickpea and tasted it.

in silence.

Jiang Feng :?

Why doesn't grandpa speak?

The old man didn't speak, and Jiang Feng didn't dare to ask. Everyone watched the old man quietly eating, bite by bite, spoon by spoon.

Jiang Weiming was late when the old man's bowl of chickpeas was almost finished.

He didn't walk like an old man in a hurry. He let Jiang Hygiene go slowly after checking out. When he came in, he just saw the bowl of chickpeas in his hand.

"How is it? How about Xiao Feng?" Jiang Weiming asked.

Jiang Weiguo did not answer, and still maintained the movement of just eating.

"Three grandpas, you should try it." Jiang Feng went to serve Jiang Weiming another bowl.

Jiang Weiming just wanted to say no. Random thought that this was Jiang Feng's first success in making chickpea flowers. He didn't seem to give it a face or a show, so he nodded with a smile and took the chickpea flowers.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming.

He didn't think it was anything, but when Jiang Weiming took the chickpea flower and his hand touched Jiang Weiming's, his heartbeat began to speed up.

Jumping fast.

The heart was beating at a high speed in the chest cavity, and the speed was so fast that Jiang Feng was tense instantly, even holding Jiang Weiming's breath.

Because he knew what was going to happen.

For this day, he waited too long and paid too much. Before that, he didn't care and didn't feel anything, but at this point, he began to feel inexplicably nervous.

"It's done very well, it looks very similar, and the timing of red bean curd is well grasped." Jiang Weiming laughed and praised, holding the spoon and extending it into the bowl.

Scoop a small spoonful of chickpea.

The spoon leaves the small bowl.

Send to the entrance.

Jiang Feng felt that he was watching a movie full of slow motion, and there was no particularly exciting shot, but he was so excited that he burst into tears.

Jiang Weiming froze.

He rarely had such a gaffe when he was young. Too many encounters made him learn to calm his emotions. This convergence became his instinct with time. Even the front-end time faced his disappointing elder son. There is no gaffe, but now he is gazed.

Jiang Weiming closed his eyes.

He is feeling the taste in his mouth.

This is the taste of chickpea.

How long has it not been tasted?

Jiang Weiming didn't remember it himself. He didn't even remember when his taste began to degenerate.

It may be more than 60 years old, or it may be more than 70 years old.

Anyway, I don't know when to start, he feels that the taste of the burned dishes seems to be lighter. Once he added more salt, and after the eldest son said a few words, he realized that it wasn't that the dishes were light, but that his taste had deteriorated.

Since then, he has never tasted the normal taste again.

But now, he tasted it.

He tasted something delicious he hadn't tasted in decades.

Really delicious.

Jiang Weiming is very clear that this is not the illusion brought to him by memory. This is the authentic taste of chickpea flowers. The taste of chickpea flowers should not be salty or light, and there is no tasteless taste.

He tasted it.

Jiang Weiming suddenly realized that the taste of the last soup might not be the illusion in his memory.

He seemed to be able to really taste it.

Not only can you taste it, you can even taste more than before.

What is this, blessed by misfortune?

Jiang Weiming was holding chickpea flowers and stood blankly.

"Third Brother, Third Brother?" Jiang Weiguo wanted to talk to Jiang Weiming after eating chickpea, and found that Jiang Weiming was standing dumb like a fool.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Jiang Weiming recovered, still smelling chickpea in his mouth.

"What do you think?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"I feel very good." Jiang Weiming nodded with a smile, "Very good."

Saying ~ www.readwn.com ~ Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng and said warmly: "Xiao Feng, I tasted it, very good, I am very happy."

"I ... me too." Jiang Feng was so excited that he was almost speechless.

He didn't know what he was excited about. He knew the plot clearly, but he couldn't help being excited. He even wanted to embrace Jiang Weiming's sullen old man.

"Master, what did you just say? What did you taste?" Jiang Sanwei didn't know when he had arrived at the back door of the kitchen. It might have just arrived, and he heard Jiang Weiming's words.

Jiang Weiguo, who didn't understand the meaning at all, didn't understand what they were all excited about:?

"I tasted it." Jiang Weiming looked back, saying clearly and firmly, word by word, "I just tasted the taste of chickpea flowers, hygienic, you can adjust the sauce you adjusted a few days ago. It ’s alright for you to taste it. "

"Okay, okay!" Jiang Sanitary's brain was in a mess, but his feet reacted faster than his brain, and trot to the counter.

"I won't put so much garlic this time!"