Life is a Game

吃 I had dumplings the next morning. The rest of last night was not enough. Instead, everyone was enjoying it. Everyone ate less empty stomachs, and just eat more pig-killing vegetables at noon.

Grandpa 进 went into the kitchen after dinner, and Grandma Jiang planned to guide everyone to make sure everyone had something to do.

Qijiang Feng was sorted into pork before trough processing. It was very simple. It was washed and cut into pieces, and the cooked part had to come in person. During the New Year, Cai Jiangkang can't intervene, let alone Jiang Feng. Cutting meat can be regarded as the first-class glory of grandchildren. The remaining few knives can only be washed or cleaned.

Qiu Jiangfeng thought about how she should tell his father that he wanted to learn how to draw yam, and in the end, it was a thousand words.

"Grandpa, I want to learn to fry sugar and toast!"

"Stayed aside." The old man was busy pickling pigs, and did not care about him.

Jiang Weiming, who was marinating the meat next to him, said comfortingly, "Xiao Feng wants to make sweet potato?"

"Cooking yam." Jiang Feng said.

"Three brother, don't listen to him nonsense, one idea a day, the day before yesterday, I also want to learn garlic and open back shrimp, I want to step into the sky all day long." Jiang Weiguo dismissed it and kept staring at the pot.

"It ’s a bit early to cook seafood, but Xiao Feng's fire is in place. You can learn to fry sugar and toast." Jiang Weiming said, rubbing the meat in the basin a few times.

Qiu Jiang Weiguo was silent and thought about it: "It's almost the same. You want to learn and learn. Your third grandpa has better wire drawing skills than me. You use a gas stove."

来 "Come, grandpa teaches you." Jiang Weiming smiled and said, "brother, come and see the meat in ten minutes."

"Jiankang, come and watch this meat, marinate it and cut it into a steamer." The old man said, let Jiang Jiankang take the meat.

Fried sugar is a kind of experience. It belongs to the category of practice and perfection. It has skills, but in the process of frying sugar, there are usually not many accidents. As long as you can grasp the timing, the quality of the finished product will not be too bad.

White sugar and rock sugar are fine, but it is just a matter of taste.

In the process of teaching, Jiang Feng has seen the level of familiarity in the video teaching, but looking at it, it is another thing to do it himself.

Only fry the sugar without pulling the silk. If you want to fry the sugar, the color of the sugar water will gradually change from light yellow to golden and finally move towards the color of jujube. Add hot water at the moment when the jujube color is reached, and then slowly boil. The sweetness of the final product will be reduced but the aroma will be strong. It can be used to make fish and meat to color and flavor, which is a very old method of coloring amaranth.

Qiu Jiang Weiming just said that there was no demonstration, and Jiang Feng made a plate of finished products as he said.

The lotus root is very dark, with a hint of black in the red, and it has a strong caramel smell. It looks very successful, but Jiang Feng feels that there is something wrong.

"You were wrong when adding water." Jiang Weiming looked at the finished product calmly, "You added it a little late, but this is a small problem, you didn't find the feeling, it was confiscated when it was finally collected. The fried sugar color was used for braised pork. The color of fish and steak is very important. Your color is obviously darker. "

"Come again."

Qiu Jiangfeng made one after another, and each of Jiang Weiming was able to pick out the fault. There are three stages of frying sugar, wire drawing, tender juice and sugar color. Jiang Feng has to learn all to learn.

I made 7 copies in the morning, and each question is very similar. It can be said that there has been little progress. Jiang Weiming is still not angry, but just pointed out his problems after Jiang Feng all last night.

This is completely the opposite of Jiang Weiguo's teaching method. If Jiang Feng's Qi Fen made seven mistakes, it's okay to say, but Qi Fen is just a few mistakes that have been turned over and over again. If Jiang Weiguo was standing next to Jiang Feng at this time, I'm afraid the dishes for washing vegetables would knock on his head.

"It's okay, there have been many improvements, come again." Jiang Weiming said.

He taught Jiang Health, who was ten times and one hundred times worse than Jiang Feng's talent, and he has been patiently trained for a long time. It can be said that he can calm down even if he is allowed to teach Pan Ling to boil sheep soup.

Moreover, Jiang Weiming did feel that Jiang Feng had made progress.

Stir-frying sugar takes time and feels important. Jiang Feng is obviously the first time to learn. It is good to be able to make this look by hand. It can only be done by people who have a solid basic skill.

But Jiang Feng didn't know the twists and turns, Jiang Weiming was gentle, but the pressure on him was much greater than Jiang Weiguo, who was always irritable in the kitchen, because he could feel that Jiang Weiming's always kind smile and gentle tone Full of expectations and that hidden anxiety.

分量 An elder's expectations and love for you are always heavy.

Min Jiangfeng was anxious.

The eighth direct rollover ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ the finished products are a little dark.

Qiu Jiang Weiguo was just busy, and he took a look at it, and relentlessly cursed: "Whatever you're cooking, you're going to get boiled, and you can't eat pigs with coloring it."

Qiu Jiangfeng miraculously discovered that the pressure on his mind was cursed by the old man, and his pressure was much less.

"Xiao Feng was okay the first few times, and it's hard to focus at a long time. I will have lunch soon, take a break, I do n’t need to boil it into sugar in the afternoon, I just need to boil it to a tender state." Jiang Weiming comforted, "In the evening, your grandpa wants Doing nine rounds of the large intestine just makes your grandpa a tender sauce. "

Wei Jiang Weiguo looked at the finished product Jiang Feng had made before, and the last few dishes have not yet fallen. This time, he did not scold: "Your dad never taught you?"

"No," Jiang Feng answered honestly.

"I didn't expect you to have a bit of talent in this area. Your grandfather taught me better than me." Did the old man boast about Jiang Feng, "OK, listen to your grandfather, go and stare at your grandma and don't let her work , She's been a little bit embroiled in rheumatism these two days, so you let her rest. "

Grandma Minjiang is a little rheumatic but not severe.

Qiu Jiangfeng got the instructions of the old man, took off his apron and became the supervisor.

Supervising grandma is not allowed to work.

For this reason, Jiang Feng has been chanted by her grandma for a long time.

Qijiang Feng: ┐ (′-｀) ┌

* I, Mu De emotional, also have to save the manuscript, the lord of the deceased house jia owes two days before, I will make up when the code comes out.

Me, Mude culture, also Mude common sense, the Taifeng building I compiled is actually one of the eight buildings in Kyoto. ∑ (° Д °)

I'm sorry for the founder of the Sun Family in Haiyin, Shandong. This is a parallel world. There are no ten halls, eight buildings, eight houses, and eight springs. Right, that's it (?> Ω <*?)