Life is a Game - v3 Chapter 879

“Life Department Game(

Jiang Feng prepared 18 dishes for the New Year’s Eve dinner, including 6 cold dishes and 12 hot dishes. Among the 6 cold dishes, except for cucumber and spiced chicken, the other four dishes, including the lo-mei platter, were all sold on the 30th day. Jiang Jiankang went to town to buy of.

Don’t ask why there are cucumbers in cold dishes, just don’t forget the original intention.

Cold dishes have always been used for chatting on the Jiang family’s dinner table. The appetizers when waiting for dinner are basically not eaten very much. They are usually reserved for breakfast on the first and second days of the new year. Hot dishes are the big head.

The twelve hot dishes Jiang Feng prepared this time are definitely the best in Jiang’s New Year’s Eve dinner in recent decades. Whether it is the grade of ingredients, the difficulty of the dishes, or the quality of the dishes themselves, they far surpass the previous dishes ordered by the old man. If the old man did not take the initiative to abdicate and give up power this year, I am afraid that some people would suspect that Jiang Feng did such a good dish, because he wanted to give the old man a show of sovereignty and let everyone know who the new king of the Jiang family is.

In fact, Jiang Feng will make so many complicated products only because of nervousness.

The first time I was in charge of New Year’s Eve dinner, I was nervous, afraid and excited. I didn’t know which dishes to choose to make the main dishes. All of them were main dishes. Any hot menu in the swallow-wing banquet is a big dish on the table. Putting it together is a fight of the gods. Fortunately, the dishes on the swallow wing banquet are served one by one. If they are served together, I am afraid that the diners will want to have a few more mouths. One mouth is really not enough.

Although Jiang Feng’s twelve dishes prepared for the New Year’s Eve dinner are not as luxurious as the swallow wing seats, the quality and taste of the dishes should surpass the swallow wings seats.

Who said Jiang Feng’s dishes have buffs.

Although a good buff can’t play a decisive role, it can add to the cake and help dishes to a higher level.

The twelve dishes Jiang Feng prepared this time are toasted yam, Jiang’s ginseng soup, chopped fish head with pepper, stewed beef with carrot, phoenix egg, eight-treasure tofu, baked lobster in soup, pickled pork with plum, crabmeat and lion head , Two-color prawns, apple scones and golden cabbage finale.

In the beginning, Jiang Feng planned to cook according to the idea of ​​chicken, duck and fish. Later, I thought that Jiang’s family never paid attention to chicken, duck and fish at the dinner table. As long as there is fish, it has the auspicious meaning of surplus every year.

Then Jiang Feng’s thinking became what to do and what to do, to find some good buffs or dishes that the elders in the family like to eat on the basis of what they are good at.

Beef stew with carrots is the best luck of the year. Although it feels good to be used in the New Year, steel is not used on the blade, but it is also good to ask for good luck during the New Year.

Eight-treasure tofu will be mixed into it completely because Jiang Feng feels that he has to eat some vegetables for the New Year’s Eve dinner, which means to get healthy.

The reason why there are two beets of candied yam and apple scones is even simpler. Grandma Jiang is good—if she can bite.

Jiang Feng knew very well that if he made glutinous rice, Grandma Oujiang would like it more, but Grandma Jiang liked other people and might not like it. The main reason was that he couldn’t stand the sweetness of glutinous rice and lotus. Who could hold it?

The twelve dishes only have Jiang’s ginseng soup. Baked lobster and golden cabbage in the soup require broth. The broth of golden cabbage is made this morning and the old man and Jiang Weiming take turns watching. It seems that there are not many dishes that use the broth, but the actual amount is very large, mainly because Jiang’s Geng Jiang Feng is made according to the head, and the portion is doubled to cater to the taste of the family.

In theory, Jiang’s ginseng soup can be simmered slowly in a small cup. Today, Jiang Feng directly cooks it in a casserole.

Casserole for porridge.

Sending chickpeas to the next door, Jiang Feng went back to the kitchen to concentrate on cooking.

There is Jiang’s ginseng soup stewed on the stove, and the aroma of the rich broth mixed with seafood in the air remains unbroken. In Jiang Feng’s previous finals, the Jiang family sat in the first row and didn’t feel much. This time, whether it was in the room to make changes, do homework, clean up, or watch a drama on the phone. They are drooling with incense.

There will be such a big difference, mainly because the venue is large enough and the amount is small in the finals, and the flavor of Jiang’s ginseng soup is limited before it is uncovered. This time is different. This time the venue is small and big, and everyone knows that Jiang Feng is cooking in the kitchen, and all he is thinking about is what he will eat tonight, and he can’t help but smell it hard.

The Jiang family was greedy, and so was the Zhao family next door.

Zhao Liang took a small bench and sat by the stove guarding the chicken soup.

Although Li Cuihua’s cooking skills are far worse than those of the neighboring Jiang family, his chicken raising skills are among the best in the village. The chickens raised are big and fat, and the meat is tender and strong. Every year, a hen that has been raised for two years is stewed every Chinese New Year. The thick fat, fragrant chicken soup, Zhao Liang can drink every year on the 30th. Two big bowls, every year.

Except this year.

After eating the chickpeas, Zhao Liang faced the fragrant chicken soup without a taste.

Li Cuihua also chopped vegetables in the kitchen with a dull look.

“Grandma, what did you say that the bean curd was made of this morning? Looking at the appearance of bean curd, it tastes like chicken, which is better than stewed chicken.” Zhao Liang was puzzled, “I’m online I searched that dish should be called chickpeas, but the pictures on the Internet are not the same as the ones we ate this morning. It can be seen on the Internet that they don’t look like beancurd, but what we ate this morning looks exactly like the real beancurd.”

“You ask me who do I ask?” Li Cuihua cut the pork belly, thinking about the same question as Zhao Liang in her heart.

Li Cuihua was puzzled. They always said that a child who was good at school was the reincarnation of Wen Quxing, but what was the reincarnation of a child who was good at cooking? Is the kitchen king reincarnated? Does Lord Stove manage the taste of the dishes?

“By the way, didn’t Xiao Feng tell you to send some plates over? It’s almost ten o’clock and they will use them. Quickly send the plates over.” Li Cuihua urged.

Zhao Liang got up and went to get the plates and basins, and collected all the things that were not needed in the cabinet, a large pile, and left Jiang’s house in his arms.

Zhao Liang was stopped by his father when he walked to the living room.

“Liangliang, what are you doing with so many plates?”

“The lack of plates next door can be borrowed from our house. I will send them to them now.” Zhao Liang said.

“How did you know? No one came to borrow it next door.”

“Jiang Feng said by the way when he brought things here early in the morning. At that time, neither you nor Mom were awake. Grandpa was still walking outside.” Zhao Liang said.

“Send something, what to give?”

“Beancurd.”

Zhao Liang’s father was immediately happy: “The Jiang family is really interesting now, I actually eat bean curd early in the morning.”

Zhao Liang didn’t reply, gave his father a meaningful look, and ran away holding the plate.

When Zhao Liang arrived at Jiang’s house, Jiang Feng happened to be making apple scones.

Since there is no oven in the kitchen, Jiang Feng’s own behavior of making scones on a campfire in the yard is not too weird, it just makes people simply feel unnecessary. The old man even briefly reflected on whether his thinking was too old and he had been unwilling to buy an oven to force his grandson to be like this.

Although it’s strange to brave the cold wind to make scones in the yard in winter, Jiang Feng is quite happy in it.

It was his first scones, and it was a novel attempt. While roasting, he found that Xia Mucheng’s method of scones was very interesting. It was completely different from the pie baked in the oven. The concept was approaching the pie again. It could be said that the sword went lopsided, and it was unique.

Seeing that Zhao Liang was coming, Jiang Feng asked Zhao Liang to take the tray to the kitchen and asked him to wait a while before leaving. Zhao Liang could taste the cake while it was hot.

Zhao Liang managed to get a piece of scones in this way. After eating in the Jiang family yard, he chatted with Jiang Feng and asked about the price and location of the food in Taifeng Building before going back.

The time required to bake a piece of cake is not short. Jiang Feng bake a total of two pieces, one for Zhao Liang and the other for peeking through the small window of the room. In an hour, he wrote an English cloze and pay close attention to the dynamics of the yard. Jiang Junlian.

Jiang Junlian’s cake was first divided into half by his parents, and then divided into half and then divided into half for Jiang Junqing. This is a typical behavior of dividing the cake with Jiang family characteristics.

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The first half hour of New Year’s Eve is always the hardest.

Basically, all the dishes have been formed, and even many dishes that can be warmed first have been out of the pot. The aromas of various dishes are mixed together, as long as the breeze blows, they will be scattered everywhere.

But at this time, everyone can’t eat it. They can only gather around the table and look at the six cold dishes on the table. They dance horizontally between the cucumber and the spiced chicken. The line grows a little bit to cushion the stomach and the stomach is hungry. Difficult choices between eating.

Jiang Feng was the one who suffered in previous years.

This year he is the one who caused suffering.

Jiang Junlian ate a quarter piece of scones at noon, and her expectations for the New Year’s Eve dinner had already reached its highest level. From the moment it was served, she hadn’t put her eyes on the table before, and she craned her neck and kept it in the yard. The slaughtered geese stared straight at the kitchen.

Jiang’s parents still guess what kind of dishes Jiang Feng has cooked this year as before, and guessing the dishes is particularly advantageous. Although everyone has lived in the same building for the past two years, in fact, there are not many opportunities to eat together. Each has its own work to do.

Only Jiang Jiankang is different. He works with Jiang Feng every day, cooks food with Jiang Feng across the stove, and eats work meals with Jiang Feng. He knows Jiang Feng’s specialties well, even if he can’t smell it, he can guess more than half.

“There must be Jiang’s ginseng soup, I can smell it.” Jiang Jianshe was determined.

“You still need to smell it? You can guess it. This dish is not counted.” Jiang Jiandang directly rejected, “I can still guess that there must be golden cabbage.”

Everyone is a person who has watched “Zhiwei”, and no one knows the origin of these two dishes.

Jiang Jianguo kept silent, and closed his eyes and took a deep breath: “I seem to smell the beef stew. Beef stew with carrots! Yes, it should be beef stew with carrots.”

Jiang Jiankang also took a deep breath, and found that the taste was too mixed and could not smell the beef. He didn’t know how the eldest brother smelled it. The carrot stew was beyond his guess.

Jiang Jiankang could only learn the appearance of Jiang Jianguo just now, taking a deep breath and shouting: “Phoenix egg!”

Jiang Jianguo sniffed it vigorously and looked suspicious: “There is no smell of phoenix eggs, and there are still more than 20 minutes left for dinner. How can you burn phoenix eggs now?”

“It definitely smells of phoenix eggs. I’m separated from Jiang Feng by a stove every day in the back kitchen. I always hear that this smell can’t be wrong. Besides, why can’t the phoenix eggs be burned now? What if there are several dishes behind Xiaofeng? What about dishes that can’t be delayed for a moment? The taste of the phoenix eggs will not change after ten minutes.” Jiang Jiankang began to arrogant words.

Although he was messing around, Jiang Feng is still cooking fish **** and it is impossible for the smell of phoenix eggs to come out, but he is right, there are vegetables behind the phoenix eggs.

Candied yam and golden cabbage.

The toasted yam is behind the phoenix egg because this dish has to be eaten while it is hot, and it won’t be pulled out when it’s cold.

As for the golden cabbage, because this dish is a real table-pressing dish, it is also the most expected dish on the Jiang family’s New Year’s Eve dinner table.

This dish must be made last, and served first. With this dish, Jiang’s New Year’s Eve dinner is complete.

As one dish after another was completed, covered and kept warm, the sea cucumber and abalone soup was also brought down from the stove, and Jiang Feng began to make golden cabbage under the watchful eyes of the two old men.

In fact, starting on the day of the finals, Jiang Feng had been waiting for the two old men to ask him how he learned golden cabbage. He had already made up a set of rhetoric, but the two had not come to ask.

Until he told Xu Cheng that Xu Cheng finished his article on Zhiwei and Zhiwei was published, the two elders did not ask.

They seemed to have so easily acquiesced and accepted that Jiang Feng would make golden cabbage. Even if they had only seen it, they didn’t taste it, and they didn’t ask Jiang Feng to cook golden cabbage again in front of them.

But Jiang Feng knew that the two of them were far less calm than they showed.

Because from the moment the cabbage enters the pot, the two of them have been staring at the pot, staring at his hand, their eyes burning hot and cannot be ignored.

Without turning his head, he could imagine the two elders looking intently, a little nervous and even a little expectant.

The two old men did.

Jiang Weiguo’s memory of golden cabbage is very limited. He only remembers such a cabbage with a very complicated production process and a fresh and grassy flavor. The specific production process and roughly how to make it are actually blurred, and even the taste is not clear. .

Jiang Weiguo doesn’t remember, Jiang Weiming does.

He has eaten more golden jade cabbage for more than ten years than Jiang Weiguo. The memory that has been somewhat forgotten from the moment Jiang Feng made the golden jade cabbage in the finals becomes very clear, so clear that he is very clear about the process of Jiang Feng making golden jade cabbage and that year. Jiang Chengde and Jiang Huiqin are almost exactly the same, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is not bad, at least it looks like this.

He once thought he would never eat this dish again, and even almost forgot about it like Jiang Weiguo.

But it is almost impossible to have heard of this dish, and it is impossible for Jiang Feng, who can cook this dish, to reproduce this dish in front of him.

He didn’t ask how Jiang Feng knew about this dish, where he learned the steps, even if it is dictated, it is impossible to copy and present it so perfectly.

Because he felt unnecessary.

Jiang Feng can make it, and it would be better if the taste is the same or close.

From a long time ago, Jiang Weiming felt that Jiang Feng’s grandnephew was a gift from God, and his sudden appearance made him realize one dream after another, and made up for one regret after another, even some extravagant hopes he couldn’t even think of. After meeting Jiang Feng, they all realized one by one.

Too many magical things happened to Jiang Feng, so many that he could accept all the unreasonable things that happened to Jiang Feng, including Jinyu cabbage.

Anyone who makes golden cabbage will be surprised, only Jiang Feng will not.

Because Jiang Feng himself, at least for him, is a miracle.

The miracle God gave him.

Jiang Weiming looked at the pot.

Wipe the lard.

stir fry.

Pour the sea cucumber and abalone soup.

Continue to stir fry.

Collect the juice.

It’s exactly the same, just as in memory.

“Grandpa, the third grandpa’s dishes are ready, you can prepare for dinner.” Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weiming smiled and nodded.

“It’s fine if you decide.” The old man stared at the golden cabbage.

Holding two plates of golden cabbage, Jiang Feng stuck his head out of the kitchen and shouted at the hall: “Dad, Brother De Cheng Ge Ran, come and serve the dishes!”

“Okay!”