Life is a Game

Braised pork is easy to make, it just takes time.

I have known Liu Qian for so long. Jiang Feng knew that her stomach was like a bottomless pit connected to a two-dimensional space. Although it is not as good as those on the live broadcast site that can eat ten pounds of meals, she has a long history of eating. As long as there is something in front of her, she can always eat.

When she was at a community event, she saved more than three hours of seeds and lost 4 pounds!

新鲜 There are no fresh vegetables in the kitchen. Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Jiankang can never tolerate the use of overnight vegetables, but there are still some dry products. Jiang Feng also found the overnight meals that were marinated and prepared for egg fried rice.

"Braised pork has to wait for more than half an hour. Let me fry a bowl of egg fried rice for you first?" Jiang Feng suggested.

"Xing Xing Xing." Liu Qian nodded and looked curiously.

Hou Hou is not big, but she has never been here before, so she is very curious.

I looked around and Jiang Feng's egg fried rice was almost ready.

"Yes, president, Min Qi said that there will be a volunteer activity next week, it seems to say how many people will be sent to each community, will you go?" Liu Qian asked.

"You said the one hosted by the Student Union? We will go to our society, will you also go?" Jiang Feng flipped the spatula and said again and again, "That activity is not generally tiring, and I usually go to a primary school in a nearby county to volunteer. Teacher, or orphanage cleaning or child care. "

The Student Union organizes this event every year, and each society comes out according to the head ratio, and other students can also sign up voluntarily. Chess clubs have been testing back and forth on the edge of the scrap clubs for the past two years, as long as there is only one person, last year was Jiang Feng.

"Minqi wants to go, I want to go and see." Freshmen, always look forward to school activities, Jiang Feng did the same last year, and then swept the day at the orphanage, and moved several things during the period .

"Yes." This year's chess club, Duo Jiangfeng, should have been able to pull anyone back. Since someone has volunteered to sign up, he is certainly happy.

During the conversation, the egg fried rice came out.

倩 Liu Qian happily went out with egg fried rice.

Braised pork is easy to make, but it takes time to boil slowly, or the fat is too greasy to make it difficult to have an appetite. With a low fire, the fat was slowly boiled out, and Jiang Feng began to make pickled dumplings.

Corn flour is ready-made. The old man loves to eat wowotou. Since he came, there is a bag of cornmeal in the kitchen.

However, it is impossible to add paste. Li Zhi added paste and rice bran because the paste and rice bran are deducted by the guests on the boat. They are ready-made because the buckle has nothing to do with the whole food. What's more, Jiang Feng can't make the original ecology so sloppy, not to mention rice bran.

The pickled vegetables are marinated by Comrade Wang Xiulian. Comrade Wang Xiulian's marinating technology is far superior to Jiang Jiankang. Whether it is pickled pickled radish or pickled cucumber pickled pepper, the taste is far better than that sold on the market. It's just that Comrade Wang Xiulian buckled and was not very enthusiastic about pickled vegetables. Every year, he pickled a few jars exclusively for his family's food, and never put them in the store as a side dish. Therefore, the customers in the store never had a taste of food.

Knead the pickles slowly into the dough and knead the dough. Does Jiang Feng have to go and see how the braised pork cooked? He can't compare the kneading technique to Li Zhi. After all, he devoted most of his cooking time to the knifeman. Bai case Jiang Weiguo never taught him. The kneading technique relies on the dumplings several times a year. Yes, it's not as good as Li Yi, who is a wanderer every day.

These days Jiang Weiguo did not teach him the swordman or the fire, but taught him the ingredients.

The trowel is the foundation of a chef, and the ingredients are the soul.

It ’s hard to make tofu, and egg fried rice is not easy either.

Jiang Feng is not a very savvy chef. If he did n’t get the game, he might not re-practice cooking at all because he has to complete the game tasks. Like his cousins, he would graduate from college and find a chef Art has nothing to do with work.

But he has an advantage, as long as he does it, he will do it seriously.

When he was studying, he could drop his kitchen knife and study carefully, and now he can also take up his kitchen knife and practice seriously.

The dumplings come out of the pot before the braised pork.

Qi Jiangfeng looked at the pot, and it was not enough time to boil, it was estimated to be twenty minutes.

I took out the hot dumplings and Liu Qian had a CD-ROM and was chatting with the audience in the live broadcast room.

There is not a grain of rice left in the bowl. The edge of the bowl is oily and reflects light.

"What's this?" Liu Qian asked, smelling his head, hesitantly, "corn ... ball?"

Jiang Feng thinks that the pickled dumplings he made are still good, delicate, round, and the pickles are well distributed. Like the starry sky, sprinkle some powdered layered chocolate sauce and change the plate for another plate. .

"Pickled rice dumplings, you have a small amount of leisurely, braised pork will have to wait twenty minutes." Said, Jiang Feng took a vegetable dumpling from the plate.

I weighed roughly, one half a catty.

At the entrance, there is a hint of sweetness. The unique flavor of cornmeal adds the taste of pickled vegetables. The three are surprisingly good.

Cornmeal is a coarse grain, but now it is impossible for businesses to sell pure cut throat cornmeal directly to customers, basically adding some flour.

Liu Qian put the plate in front of the camera, showing off: "The dumplings that our president made for me specially, look good ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ President, what kind of stuffing is this?"

"No stuffing." Jiang Feng said.

There was a hahahaha on the barrage.

Qiu Jiangfeng went back to the kitchen and looked at the pot of braised pork, and by the way studied the extra profit.

After twenty minutes, Jiang Feng came out with braised pork.

The plates on the table are empty.

"You're all done?" Jiang Feng was startled.

5 dumplings are nearly 3 pounds. The most important thing is that these are made from dead noodles, which are very supportive. Liu Qian can only eat if she is an ordinary person.

"It's five dumplings." Liu Qian couldn't tell the difference between the dead face and the face. "It seems that the weight is a little heavy, and it's nothing. I had eaten more.

He said, Liu Qian stretched out chopsticks towards braised meat.

I looked at her as if nothing had happened.

Min Jiang Feng was not optimistic for two minutes, and Liu Qian had an accident.

"President, me, my stomach is a bit uncomfortable." Liu Qian, who was happily eating braised pork, covered her stomach, looked pale, and called Jiang Feng who was using her mobile phone to search for part-time news.

"My stomach hurts a bit, it hurts." Liu Qian frowned, her forehead began to sweat coldly.

Qiu Jiangfeng knew that she was eating too much.

"Can you go, go to the hospital." Jiang Feng said firmly.

There is a private hospital in front of the school. It takes about twenty minutes to walk there.

"It seems, can't." Liu Qian did suddenly have a terrible pain, stood up tremblingly, and did not stand firmly and held the table just after taking a step.

There was no way, Jiang Feng had to go and open the door first, and greeted the boss on the opposite side to ask him to help him look at the shop, pick up Liu Qian, and walk towards the hospital.

What he didn't know was that Liu Qiandao's live broadcast room had exploded.