Life is a Game

一 In the morning the next morning, Jiang Feng cooked Chen Xiuxiu in the kitchen as usual.

With the basic skill of porridge congee, making a simple pot of coix porridge becomes very easy.

There is only one kind of coriander ingredient. You don't need to weigh it specially, just grab it, and your instinct will tell Jiang Feng how many rice and how many coriander seeds. Jiang Feng, who was once extremely disgusted with the game's stingy, now reads Zhenxiang again and again.

I really like it!

Squinting as the porridge in the pot started to roll and became sticky, Jiang Feng began to stir.

The yamen opened, and he didn't care, presumably it was Comrade Wang Xiulian who came back to pick things up.

"Porridge?" An old, serious and familiar voice came from behind him.

As soon as Jiang Jiangfeng turned around, Jiang Weiguo's father stood behind him.

"Grandpa ... Grandpa!"

Qiu Jiang Weiguo grabbed a large spoon from Jiang Feng's hand, took a closer look at the pot, and scolded: "What the **** are you cooking? Pig food?"

Qi Jiangfeng could only laugh aside.

Jiang Weiguo skillfully reduced the fire, while stirring the porridge in the pot at a constant speed: "The heat is not good, you look at this porridge, you are thickened! It wo n’t stir, Jiang Jiankang ’s little rabbit cub teaches you ? "

The old lady of the Minjiang family got angry, Jiang Feng could only obediently stand by and listen.

After simmering for a while, the porridge came out.

[A bowl of flavorful barley porridge]

Master Jiang Weiguo just rescued this pot of porridge for more than ten minutes and turned it into a bowl of congee with good taste. Jiang Feng drank the porridge while blowing the bowl while blowing.

The gap between the cook and the cook can really be bigger than the gap between humans and pigs.

Xu Guang was jealous when he thought that the pig raised by Jiang Weiguo's father could eat his own cooked food Jiang Feng every day.

Qijiang Fengsheng sent two bowls of porridge to the next door.

"Two bowls?" Chen Xiuxiu, who decided to drink porridge on the last day, looked at the two bowls of porridge in surprise.

"My grandpa is here. He helped him control the heat and tried it for Uncle Chen. Right, is Uncle Chen in?" Jiang Feng asked.

"My dad is sleeping." Because Master Jiang Weiguo has been in the country for more than ten years, Chen Xiuxiu has never had the luck to taste his dishes.

Minjiang Feng didn't stay much, he needed to know why the old man came here without a word.

Is something wrong in the country?

"Grandpa, don't say hello when you come here, I'll pick you up at the station!" Jiang Feng went back to see the old man inspecting the kitchen.

"What do I need to pick up?" Jiang Weiguo looked at the kitchen utensils and began to open the refrigerator to check the ingredients.

Qiu Jiangfeng quickly obeyed the instructions of the old man to throw the meat.

"I also watched the porridge you just boiled, which is a lot better than the cooking you did not eat before the pig, fell in love." Jiang Weiguo said.

Minjiang Feng :? ? ?

"When your uncle's little bunny was young, he asked him to learn to cook like he wanted him, and when he fell in love with your uncle, he went into the kitchen every day to please her."

Qi Jiangfeng thinks that the old man now recalls the past may be to elicit the later words.

"I dreamed of your grandfather last night. In his dream, he scolded me for breaking the inheritance of Jiangjiacai, and he also scolded me for giving birth to five unsuccessful descendants, each of which can promote Jiangjiacai." Jiang Weiguo sighed, "Your dad is like this. You can only be a cook with more than enough. None of your cousins ​​have the talent for cooking. Your two cousins ​​looked very strong. Not even a spoon. "

"I thought about it all night, and you have a little talent in the junior." Jiang Weiguo looked at Jiang Feng.

Minjiang Feng :! !! !!

Qiu Jiangfeng knew what Master was thinking.

The children of the Qijiang family were sent to the master to learn to cook when they were young. The old man suspected that he was small and looked thin and weak, and it only took him more than a year to hang the sandbag.

What summer training, three volts and winter training are all light.

Wu Guang had been practicing for six years as a knife cutter, and the potatoes, cucumbers, radishes, tofu and other things were taken by the father to feed the pigs.

Qijiang Feng started to touch the pot in the second day of the second year.

I touched the pot for a year, and I did n’t count it as a half-hanger. I did n’t learn anything about side dishes, so I started preparing for the middle school exam on the third day.

Later, I lived in high school and had a busy academic life. It was four years after being abandoned. After that, I never went to my father to learn to cook.

Jiang Jiangfeng's three cousins ​​also came here, but Jiang Feng was not long enough to learn to cook, and the master was rushed back before finishing the knifework.

六年 In those six years of studying knives, I really felt like tears in my heart.

I sometimes cut cucumbers in my dreams.

Sure enough, afraid of what comes.

"Isn't your dad going to your school to open a new store? The one you learned broke the photoelectricity information and found that you couldn't find a job. Then you will inherit your dad's store and carry forward our Jiangjia cuisine." He and Jiang Jiankang are not father and son, they just like to dream.

"From today on, you will learn to cook with me!"

"Ha ?!" Jiang Feng seemed to see himself cutting pig food every day a few years ago, "Grandpa, I usually have to go to class!"

"Winter and summer vacation! After graduating from college, you can practice for more than a decade, and you can say that diligence can make up for it. Your grandfather and I have good bones, and teaching you for more than ten years is not a problem!" Jiang Weiguo is full of ambition.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

Good grandpa, no problem grandpa, you are talking to grandpa.

What that sentence says, elders always like to force their unfinished dreams on children.

Let ’s rejuvenate Jiang Jiacai ’s ideal, let it be to your future children to realize it!

Dear cub, Dad is optimistic about you!

The arrival of the Master Jiang Weiguo made the Jiang family sensational.

The Jiang Jiankang shop was also closed. When he received instructions from Jiang Weiguo, he went to the farmers' market to buy food. The second uncle Jiang Jiandang and the second aunt Li Mingli also heard the wind. Even Jiang Feng's second cousin Jiang Shouyi (the second uncle's child) also Bought the latest high-speed rail ticket and rushed back.

At lunchtime, four tall fat men surrounded the gate of Jiang's kitchen and drooled.

"Three brothers, you are still blessed!" Jiang Jiandang sighed.

"I didn't expect Xiaofeng to have this fortune," Jiang Jiankang sighed. "Last night, I just thought Xiaofeng had some talent for cooking, and my father came."

"My dad's cooking skills have improved again." Jiang Jiandang recalled the happy time when he was a kid who ate the dishes made by his father. "The meat in this pot is more fragrant than it was during the New Year last year." "

"Not yet come in to help, do you two little rabbits want to exhaust me?" Jiang Weiguo looked at the two culinary skills and was not as angry as his son, so he would n’t fight in one place. "When your grandpa is here, you can do cabbage. Stir the smell of fairy grass! "

Qijiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang rushed into the kitchen to chop vegetables, chopped vegetables, and washed vegetables, which blocked the already large kitchen.

At twelve o'clock, the table is full of eight dishes and one soup.

Qi Jiangfeng felt surrounded by five fat people and felt incompatible with the Jiang family.

I'm right.

I just feel like Chinese New Year!

Sixi Meatballs, Nine Turns Large Intestine, Roasted Pork Meat, Sour Potato Shredded Meat, Jar of Meat, Double Crispy Oily Pork, Yipin Tofu, Stir-fried Congee and a West Lake Beef Wonton, This is not the treatment for Chinese New Year!

Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli have been married to the Jiang family for so many years, and have seen this posture.

"Eat ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ What are you doing?" Jiang Weiguo didn't like to see them like they haven't seen the world.

"Dine, eat!" Everyone agreed.

"Yes, Xiao Feng, go and have Xiu Xiu and your uncle Chen come and eat together." Jiang Jiankang suddenly remembered and turned to explain to Jiang Weiguo, "They are our old neighbors, should you remember Chen Duxiu?"

Wei Jiang Weiguo nodded: "The kid always came to our home to eat amaranth."

Qiu Jiangfeng went next door, and Chen Duxiu happened to be at home.

"Uncle Chen, my grandpa made a table, and my dad asked me to come and invite you to eat together." Jiang Feng said.

"Is Jiang Bo here?" Chen Duxiu was suddenly excited, and walked quickly outside the door, just like an old lady grabbing supermarket discounts. "Xiu Xiu, go to your uncle's house, you can't eat it late!" "

Min Jiangfeng looked at the two cleaned empty bowls on the table, and looked at Chen Xiuxiu with a little doubt: "You didn't tell Uncle Chen that the morning porridge was made by my grandpa?"

Chen Xiuxiu: ...

Slightly tilted her head and did not look at Jiang Feng: "I forgot."

Qiu Jiangfeng just came in when Chen Xiuxiu entered the door, before she reached the table, she heard the old man say, "Xiao Feng, your girlfriend is a bit thin!"

"Look at your second aunt, you're looking for such a blessed wife to find your wife!"

明 Li Mingli raised her head proudly.

Not to mention weight tonnage, Wang Xiulian is still worse than Li Mingli.

"Yes, yes, Jiang Bo said yes." Chen Duxiu was delighted with the meat of the jar, "Xiu Xiu, girls just want to be fat to look good, come and eat fast meat."

Two more pairs of tableware have been added to the table.

秀 Chen Xiuxiu looked at the big **** at a table, but felt that saliva was secreted at a rapid speed.

it is good……

I'm so fragrant!