Life is a Game - v3 Chapter 878

“Life Department Game(

When Li Cuihua’s family came to Jiang’s family carrying chicken, Jiang’s family was eating dinner.

Very simple, it can even be called a simple dinner.

Since Grandma Jiang wanted to eat something sweet years ago, everyone could not drink meat porridge before drinking porridge and could only drink eight-treasure porridge. Two days ago, everyone could have some small stir-fry when they drank porridge. Today, the three chefs at home, Jiang Feng, Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo, all kept the stock in the back kitchen. They didn’t even have a small stir-fry. Jiang Feng meant to stir-fry pots of green vegetables for everyone. It will be there, even the pickles were bought by Grandma Jiang in town two days ago.

Those who eat this for the New Year, don’t know, think Jiang’s family is bankrupt.

When Li Cuihua walked into the Jiang’s yard holding a chicken, she saw this scene.

Everyone is sitting in the yard. Each person has a big sea bowl with eight-treasure porridge in the bowl. The porridge is sprinkled with diced pickles. The chopsticks are sandwiched with popular pickles. There is a small wooden table near the door. Half a pot of greens and a few plates of pickles.

How miserable it is, how miserable it is, how sad it is.

Seeing this situation, Li Cuihua heard a song in her heart.

“Holding Wowotou in my hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish…”

Of course, this was only what Li Cuihua saw. In fact, everyone in the Jiang family was eating very fragrant. They were snoring and snoring. Bowl after bowl, sweets lover Jiang Jiankang was already drinking the fourth bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

How can porridge king’s porridge be comparable to ordinary porridge.

The most important thing is that although there is no meat in the porridge, there is in the air! Smell the delicious scent of the broth, drink the sweet and warm eight-treasure porridge, and eat the pickled vegetables that are not tasteful but not eaten.

Meidi is very.

“Cuihua, why are you here?” Grandma Jiang was too old and had a small appetite. She had already finished drinking the porridge and wandered around in the yard. She was a little surprised to see Li Cuihua bringing Zhao Liang here, “What else did she bring a chicken for? Maybe you can’t even kill chickens now. Get my shop and kill them.”

Li Cuihua stuffed the chicken in front of Grandma Jiang, and said angrily: “I knew you couldn’t vomit ivory from your dog’s mouth. This is not because you haven’t lived in the village for two years, and you didn’t raise chickens at home. I think it was not the first two days. Buying chicken in a hurry, so I kindly send you a chicken.”

Grandma Jiang didn’t believe in Li Cuihua’s nonsense. The two of them were plastic sisters and spent so many years doing equivalent exchanges, and they have never lost their merits.

Grandma Jiang was about to open her mouth. Grandpa Zhao Liang grabbed the chicken and came with Zhao Liang’s father, followed by the little tail of Zhao Liang’s mother. She didn’t grab the chicken but carried a bag of melon seeds.

Grandma Jiang:?

how? What day is today? Collect warmth next door?

When the Zhao family came home, they were a little disappointed to find that everyone was just drinking porridge, but they still had to act in the play they were supposed to do. After some politeness, Grandma Jiang took two plump old hens and a pound of melon seeds.

Just when the Zhao family was about to go home for dinner, Grandma Jiang finally found her conscience and greeted her enthusiastically: “By the way, have you eaten? Today Xiao Feng cooked two big pots of porridge. There should be a little more in the kitchen. Don’t stay and eat together?”

Li Cuihua thought, do I rare your eight-treasure porridge? Does anyone have any? What she wanted to taste was the chicken soup stewed in the kitchen.

Li Cuihua was about to refuse to go home for dinner, but Zhao Liang turned back on the spot and agreed directly: “Thank you, Grandma Jiang. Our family went to buy Chinese New Year goods this afternoon. Just got home, my grandma hasn’t cooked yet.”

Li Cuihua:?

“It’s so bad that you were embarrassed to say me two days ago. You will only buy Chinese New Year goods today when it’s 30th year. No wonder there is no food to eat at night.” Grandma Jiang said helplessly as she went into the kitchen to scoop porridge for Li Cuihua’s family.

Two minutes later, Li Cuihua’s family merged into the Jiang family, sitting around the vegetables, drinking porridge snoringly, and the sound of drinking porridge was louder than the Jiang family.

“Grandma, they are all eight-treasure porridge, why is Grandma Jiang’s cooking completely different from ours.” Zhao Liang ate a bowl of porridge and made the sound of wanting to reincarnate.

Li Cuihua glanced at her grandson. For the first time, she felt that the theory of the next-door Jiang family to teach the children was quite right. The child would not be able to beat him if he didn’t play. Look at this little bastard, he really didn’t beat him when he was a child, and now he dares to speak such nonsense.

“Your grandma Jiang’s grandson can cook porridge, and I also have a grandson, why didn’t I see porridge to drink?”

Zhao Liang:…

Zhao Liang’s father snorted and drank porridge, secretly thanking that he was a son.

While drinking, Jiang Feng came out of the kitchen.

Jiang Feng, Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo were busy in the kitchen today. They woke up early in the morning to hang the broth and clear broth. Now that the broth and clear broth have basically been completed, only the finishing touches are made, and they began to process the ingredients and side dishes that need to be processed a day in advance. Although Jiang Feng is not very good at cooking pork dishes, but Jiang’s New Year’s Eve dinner is not a few pork dishes.

After weighing the dishes he was good at, Jiang Feng decided to make pork dishes only with crab noodles, lion head and Mei Cai buckle pork. Mei Cai buckle pork needs a good pork belly, and Jiang Feng fried some lard residue by the way.

The three chefs divided half of the bowls in the kitchen, and Jiang Feng took out the small half of the bowl as a side dish for the Jiang family who was drinking the porridge. As soon as he took the bowl out of the kitchen, he ran into Jiang Jiankang who was about to enter the fifth bowl of porridge.

“Dad, do you want another bowl? Just so, there is a bit of freshly fried lard residue here. I will pour you a little.” After Jiang Feng poured a small bowl of lard residue for Jiang Jiankang, Jiang Jiankang smiled and chewed. Enter the kitchen with the lard residue.

Zhao Liang’s father saw his eyes straight, and tears of admiration shed in his heart.

Why is Jiankang’s life so good? It’s nothing more than a reincarnation, and a better life than him.

It has been enough to have a good father since childhood, and now there is a good son.

“Liangliang.” Zhao Liang’s father looked at Zhao Liang and sighed.

Zhao Liang:? ? ?

After the Zhao family went back, the aftertaste of the porridge lasted for several hours, until they went to bed at night and occasionally smashed their mouths, as if they were aftertastes the taste of the bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

This aftertaste lasted until the Jiang’s kitchen turned off, and all the processed ingredients were put in the refrigerator to refrigerate.

The Zhao family can also fall asleep safely, and continue to drink the eight-treasure porridge in their dreams at night, by the way, imagine what they still don’t know, but it must smell delicious.

Early in the morning of the second day, Zhao Liang was awakened by Fan Caixiang.

It is not the scent of the stock that I smelled for a day yesterday, but it is more fragrant, more delicious, and more figurative than the stock, and can even smell the fragrance of the food that is probably cooked.

There is a taste of chicken soup, but it is not just the taste of chicken soup.

Zhao Liang didn’t change his clothes, so he jumped out of the bed wearing thermal underwear and went straight to the kitchen, looking expectant.

“Grandma, are you stewing…” Zhao Liang ran into the kitchen and found that Li Cuihua was still killing chicken with an unhappy expression.

The taste today is still coming from next door, not from the kitchen.

“Put on clothes, run around early in the morning without clothes, and don’t be afraid of catching a cold.”

“Oh.”

As soon as Zhao Liang went back to the house to put on his clothes and prepare to wash his face and brush his teeth, he heard someone knocking on the door, and he opened the door and found that it was Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng held a small soup bowl in his hand, and the soup bowl was covered with a lid.

“Oh, Zhao Liang, you actually woke up, you woke up early enough, I thought you must be sleeping.” Jiang Feng was a little surprised to see that Zhao Liang opened the door.

Zhao Liang didn’t feel embarrassed to tell him that he was awake with the smell, scratching his head, and leaning sideways to signal Jiang Feng to come in: “I just got up, my parents haven’t gotten up, and my grandma is still killing chickens and haven’t made breakfast yet.”

“Our family is also having breakfast. The first time I was responsible for the Chinese New Year’s meal, I didn’t control the amount and cooked too much. Thinking that your family should have brought some before eating.” Jiang Feng put the soup bowl on the table. This is chickpea flower, and it cannot be eaten as a regular meal. You’d better let your grandma cook the noodles, or cook more or it will not be enough.”

In fact, it’s not that Jiang Feng has done too much. How could there be too much chickpea? If you want to say that you can’t eat too much, Jiang Jiankang’s stomach is the first one to not agree.

Jiang Feng was planning to use chickpea flowers as a dish on the New Year’s Eve dinner. Later, after counting the dishes, he found that 19 dishes were not auspicious, and cold dishes were not easy to remove. After all, those dishes are fixed every year. Move the chickpeas to the morning.

Chickpeas and tomato egg noodles give you a different breakfast experience.

As for the extra half bowl, Jiang Feng did not control the amount. After one bowl per person, there are so many more. It could have been evenly divided. Grandma Jiang remembered that Li Cuihua and her family brought two hens yesterday, and felt that using a few bowls of porridge for two plump hens that had been raised for a whole year was not in line with their fair trade for plastic sisters for so many years. According to the law, Jiang Feng took the remaining chickpeas to the next door, so that the next door would often have breakfast on the 30th birthday of the Jiang family.

“Do you eat bean curd early in the morning? Are you full?” Zhao Liang, like many ordinary people in Z City, didn’t know what chickpea curd was, and thought it was bean curd.

“There are also tomato and egg noodles. I will be in charge of the New Year’s Eve dinner today. I won’t talk to you for a lot of things and I will go back. Please remember to send the soup bowl back later, we don’t have enough bowls.” Jiang Feng left the chickpeas and prepared to leave. .

“Well, do you want me to bring you two more bowls when I send them? Our family has a lot of bowls.” Zhao Liang felt that the only thing their kitchen could handle is the bowls.

“Ok~www.mtlnovel.com~ Bring me two larger ones, preferably like pots. If there are more plates, then bring them all.” Jiang Feng nodded.

“Wow, how many dishes are you going to make for the New Year?”

“18 dishes, you know our New Year’s Eve dinner, eat them in two tables, that’s 36 dishes.”

“Wow.” Zhao Liang can only wow.

After Jiang Feng left, Li Cuihua came out of the kitchen and saw that there was a soup bowl on the table before he realized that someone had just arrived at home.

“Did someone come just now? I heard something outside and thought it was your parents who got up. Who brought it here?” Li Cuihua pointed to the soup bowl.

“Jiang Feng just sent it over, saying it was the bean curd they made more in the morning, and brought it to us to taste.” Zhao Liang explained, “and Jiang Feng’s family lacks pots and plates this year. Grandma, you will tell me which plates you wait. It’s not needed. I will bring this soup bowl to them.”

“You don’t need all the things in the cabinet. You can just take a few of them.” Li Cuihua didn’t care, walked to the soup bowl and prepared to lift the lid. “What kind of bean curd do you have in the morning? Have some porridge. Isn’t the noodles bad? Or the Peking side actually wants tofu in the morning. They have been used to eating these two years.”

Flip up.

Fragrance is overflowing.

It was the smell of waking up Zhao Liangxiang in the morning.

Zhao Liang and Li Cuihua were stunned.

Because in their opinion, this soup bowl is just a bowl of ordinary bean curd that has not been sprinkled with sugar. But the smell from this bowl is telling them clearly that this is definitely not an ordinary bowl of bean curd.

“Liangliang, what did you just say that Xiaofeng brought?” Li Cuihua began to doubt life.

“Do…douhua?” Zhao Liang was not sure either.

Li Cuihua pointed to the chickpeas in the soup bowl, took a deep breath, and exhaled again.

“Do you call this Dou Hua?”