Life is a Game

After waiting for another 20 minutes, Jiang Feng felt that the braised pork was almost ready to be cooked.

The sauce has completely soaked into the pork belly, and most of the fat has been stewed out. The large pieces of pork belly in the pot look oily and shiny, although it is not enough to disperse with a light poke with chopsticks The point, but also soft enough to the touch.

Pick up a small piece, which is moderately fat and thin. The entrance of the fat meat is separated from the lean part. After a little swallowing, it can slide down the throat and enter the esophagus. The lean meat has been completely stewed. , because of the addition of a little sugar, it is slightly sweet after chewing carefully.

As far as this dish is concerned, Jiang Feng is confident that even the old man can't find fault with it.

Finally, steam the eggs, put the bowl containing the egg liquid into the pot and forget about it. Jiang Feng seized the time to sneak a few bites of vegetables first. At the dinner table, he couldn't win all the uncles and cousins. If his uncle and grandpa saw that he was not full, the pot of stew that smelled like death would be his.

In order not to eat stew, everyone will try their best to feed themselves in the shortest time.

Jiang Feng was having a great time stealing a mouthful of meat and a vegetarian one, so Jiang Zaide walked in and asked, "Xiao Feng almost ordered your food at twelve...Damn it, you're actually stealing."

"Stealing what?" Jiang Feng quickly swallowed the food in his mouth. Anyway, no one could tell how much he ate on such a big plate. "How can the chef say it's stealing when he tastes salty?"

"Did you see that I ate a lot? I just took two bites to taste the saltiness!" Jiang Feng looked serious.

As a chef, it is normal for me to taste the saltiness of the dish for 10 minutes.

Jiang Zaide believed his nonsense for the time being: "How is it? I heard that you have been pressured by your grandfather for several months. Will you not burn this time? Hey, let me taste the meat!"

Jiang Feng: ...

Jiang Zaide went to get his chopsticks, stood in front of a large pot of braised pork and began to eat.

"Well, it's okay, it's not burnt." One piece.

"Let me see the fat one." Two dollars.

"Not bad, very soft, not greasy." Three yuan.

"I'll get another thin one." Four dollars.

"It's okay to be thin." Five yuan.

"Let me try a big one." Six.

"The big one is a bit tasteless, I'll try the smaller one." Seven yuan.

"The small one is not bad, hey, this fat and thin one looks okay." Eight yuan.

"I'll take a look again..." Jiang Zaide tried to pick up the ninth yuan in vain, but Jiang Feng knocked off the chopsticks with a snap.

"Try it again and you'll be gone. Don't try it again. Furong steamed eggs are ready. The dishes are ready. Let's bring them together." Jiang Feng interrupted Jiang Zaide's blatant stealing. It has been steamed, and it will be old if it is steamed again.

Jiang Zaide was a little disappointed, the braised pork that he ate secretly was better than the one that was brought directly from the dinner table, but he still affirmed Jiang Feng's current cooking skills: "Xiao Feng, your braised pork is not bad, it's even faster I caught up with my dad. Hey, this egg custard looks good, let me help you taste the saltiness."

As he said, he was going to get a spoon.

Jiang Feng grabbed the spoon and said, "Just this bowl, I steamed it for my uncle and grandpa."

Jiang Zaide had no choice but to give up and serve the dishes together.

Five dishes are served, although the quantity is small, but the portion is sufficient, and they all look good.

My uncle and grandpa had severe presbyopia, and squinted their eyes for a long time: "Didn't my daughter-in-law cook this dish today?"

"It was cooked by Xiaofeng." Tian Lin smiled, "Dad, Xiaofeng said that he has practiced at home for a long time just to cook this stewed rice for you today. Look, braised pork, eggplant, cabbage and tofu, look It looks good and smells good."

"Good boy, I cooked for my uncle and grandpa specially, good boy!" My uncle and grandpa were so happy, "Hey, the stew is here. Daughter-in-law, go and bring the stew. First, scoop up a bowl of meat for Xiaofeng."

Jiang Feng's face almost turned green on the spot, but he held back, thanks to his uncle and grandpa's performance in New Year's greetings over the years, he quickly said: "No, don't bother, the stew is the last soup, come, eat vegetables, uncle Grandpa, eat the vegetables first, I specially made this Furong steamed egg for you."

"It's specially made for me, Xiaofeng really has a heart." Uncle and grandpa were happier, and didn't mention the stewed meat, "I want to try it out."

After taking a sip, my uncle boasted: "Not bad, not bad, much more tender than your aunt's steamed eggs, and the taste is also good."

"This uncle is the chef of the state-run restaurant, and Jiankang is also the chef of the state-run restaurant. Xiaofeng's family is very knowledgeable, and we are incomparable. Come, let's try Xiaofeng's cooking skills." Tian Lin took the lead with chopsticks and eggplants.

Everyone picked up food one after another.

"Sure, Xiaofeng has made great progress. Last year, the fish was burnt during the Lantern Festival. Now the braised pork is at this level. Not bad!" , was shocked.

Jiang Feng: ...Last year, the fish had a small piece of skin covered in it. Can you stop talking about that fish!

"That's right, Xiaofeng has improved compared to the boiled quail eggs with white fungus last time." Jiang Jianguo also boasted.

"It's better than the fish-flavored meat that was fried before." Jiang Jiankang looked relieved.

Everyone was very supportive, even Zhao Tizhuang (uncle and grandpa's son), who had always been reticent, nodded in praise.

By the way, Grandma Jiang's first name is Zhao Lanhua. Everyone in their village has the surname Zhao, but Grandma Jiang hates being called by her full name.

Could it be that Jiang Feng was being praised by so many people at the same time with high density and frequency?

"When your tofu is fried, the angle of the spoon is not enough, and the sauce is not even enough."

"The time to stir-fry the braised pork is not enough."

"Since you made sweet and sour cabbage, you should tear it by hand."

"The eggplant ingredients are heavy."

The old man saw that Jiang Feng was floating, and poured four basins of cold water at the same time, Jiang Feng instantly woke up.

There was silence at the dinner table.

"But overall it's okay, and it's improved a bit compared to years ago." The old man finally boasted.

"This old guy is like this. He insists on demanding Xiaofeng's own level." Grandma Jiang said.

"Uncle should be very demanding. Chef, he was well-known in ten miles and eight villages back then. Who doesn't know my uncle's name." Tian Lin enlivened the atmosphere.

"That's right, that's right, when Lan Hua married Wei Guo, which girl wouldn't be envious." Uncle and grandpa echoed.

"Father's cooking skills are beyond Xiaofeng's reach. At the New Year's Eve dinner the night before yesterday, there is no one in Z City who can cook better than our dad!" Wang Xiulian started to praise the old man on a whim.

"It's our father's craftsmanship. From childhood to adulthood, the children in the neighborhood don't envy our five brothers." Jiang Jianguo praised it.

"Our dad's skill is definitely not as good as Xiaofeng's, Dad has no problem picking out faults at all!" Jiang Jiandang continued.

"How can my little brother's skills compare with grandpa's?" Jiang Junqing also strived to be a licking dog.

"Grandpa's soup yesterday was delicious. I've never had such a delicious soup in my life!" Jiang Zaide said with emotion.

A group of people started blowing wildly at the old man.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

This plot is wrong, shouldn't you praise me?

Obviously I made this meal!