Life is a Game

Jiang Feng went back to the house and took a nap for more than half an hour. When he was woken up by the alarm clock on his mobile phone, he was still a little confused. He couldn't tell whether he woke up from a nap or a normal sleep. Everything is like a dream.

It was like a dream after a busy morning in the kitchen.

When Jiang Feng came out of the room sleepily rubbing his eyes and saw the Jiang family members in the living room who were making dumplings in full swing, he was sure that everything just happened was real and not a dream.

Making dumplings is probably the most harmonious and very popular family activity that all members of the Jiang family will do together except for eating. It is a magical activity that even the two sisters Jiang Jun and Qing Jiang Junlian will not be lazy, but will work very hard. .

"Brother, you're awake, hurry up and make dumplings, these two big pots of stuffing are here!" Jiang Junlian's eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Feng coming out of the room, and she started to catch the strong men on the spot.

Ordinary people's pots for filling dumplings are usually the size of washbasins, and Jiang's pots for filling dumplings are the size of bathtubs.

Jiang Feng's hard work this morning chopping dumpling stuffing was not in vain, in order to allow all members of the Jiang family to participate in this year's New Year's Eve dinner, so that everyone can enjoy the joy of tasting the fruits of their labor.

Before Jiang Feng could answer Jiang Zaide, he patted Jiang Junlian, with a scolding look on his face: "Junlian, why are you causing trouble here? Your little brother is going to cook the New Year's Eve dinner later, so I don't have time to make dumplings."

"That's right, Junlian, what are you talking nonsense here, we are enough to make dumplings, so I don't need your little brother." Jiang Ran immediately followed suit.

"Yes, sister, what you said was too thoughtless." Jiang Junqing also betrayed on the spot.

Jiang Junlian, who has not yet adapted to Jiang Feng's transformation from a contestant to a referee: ...

"Oh brother, look at my memory. I didn't remember that you helped grandpa cook the New Year's Eve dinner this year. I just remembered that you don't like green onions and forgot about the business. I just packed a lot Dumplings stuffed with mutton and radish, look, these are made by me, they are big, round and beautiful, later on you must eat a few more of my dumplings, I specially made them for you!" Jiang Junlian activated her skill to see People speak human words, hell talk nonsense.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Is this still his cousin who can only make friends with each other when he gets along, and wants to muster up the courage to fight her to the death in a midnight dream?

It was like the devil tore off her disguise in an instant, revealing the real body of the angel.

In fact, from the point of view of body shape, Jiang Junlian is closer to the personality of an angel.

"By the way, brother, do you want a drink?" Jiang Junlian put down the dumplings she had just wrapped in her hand, and inserted the chopsticks into the filling. There was still flour left over from making dumplings in the palms, fingertips and between the nails.

"I still have a bottle of drink that my uncle sent me last month. The peach flavor is very delicious. I'll get it for you!" Jiang Junlian was about to go back to her room to get a drink.

"Didn't you tell me yesterday that you finished your drink?" Jiang Junqing exclaimed instantly, disbelief written all over his face.

Jiang Junlian ignored Jiang Junqing's taunting skills and left with a flash. When she came back, she was holding a bottle of pink girly drink that looked very delicate.

Jiang Feng took the drink stiffly: "I'm going to the kitchen."

Oil the soles of your feet and slip away.

Jiang Feng was afraid that if he stayed in the living room again, he would get lost in Jiang Junlian's sugar-coated bullets and praises, and he had just seen that Brother De and Brother Cheng were a little ready to move.

Jiang Feng had never felt the charm of the Jiang family's throne so clearly and strongly.

Hot, seductive, attention-grabbing, sparkling.

Even, at your fingertips.

Jiang Feng grabbed the drink bottle and came to the kitchen door, took a deep breath, and glanced at the pink packaging of the drink bottle.

This bottle of drink was a treat he could never have had before.

It was also a treatment that all the Jiang family could not have had before, because the old man didn't like drinks.

But today, Jiang Junlian handed over the bottle of drink to herself.

He, Jiang Feng, must become the man at the top of the Jiang family's culinary chain!

One day he will succeed in usurping the throne, cook New Year's Eve dinner for everyone in Jiang's family alone, and reap all the compliments and rainbow farts.

With this unprecedented ambition, Jiang Feng stepped into the kitchen.

"Come here? See how the elbow is soaking. If there is no problem, go and deal with it. Think about what to cook later." The old man said without raising his head.

Even if the old man doesn't look up, Jiang Feng still has to show his most sincere and brightest smile: "Grandpa, what do you think is better to do elbows this year? I don't have any experience in this first year."

"Do what you are good at. When you're done, cut up the black fish. Be quick and don't waste time." The old man said.

"Okay grandpa." Jiang Feng went to the water to fish for the elbow.

If Jiang Feng was asked to make an elbow, his first reaction must be Dongpo's elbow. It wasn't the genuine Dongpo's elbow, it was Jiang Jiankang's improved Dongpo's elbow that was beyond recognition but he insisted on taking advantage of others' Dongpo's elbow.

Grandma Chen Xiuxiu's pigs are well raised, fat and thin, and the pig's front hooves are strong and strong. From the pig's hoofs alone, it can be seen that this pig must have been a good pig before it was alive. But the butcher who killed the pig was not skilled enough to let down this good pig.

If the blood is not drained, the pork will have a peculiar smell.

When Jiang Feng took the elbow out of the basin, it had been soaked in water for nearly 24 hours, and the water was changed several times in the middle. Among the elbows on the Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner table, this is definitely a VIP level. treatment.

The elbows made by Jiang Jiankang are thick oily red sauce with a hint of sweetness, and the taste is the supplementary texture.

The feeling of fat melting in the mouth instantly is the essence of Jiang Jiankang's elbows.

As Jiang Jiankang's only son, Jiang Feng had eaten Jiang Jiankang's specially made elbow for so many years, and he knew its subtlety well, and also knew that it took a long time to simmer for this subtlety.

Looking at the time, Jiang Feng realized that as long as his hands and feet were nimble, he should be able to make it in time, so he stopped thinking about it, rolled up his sleeves and started working.

First put the washed elbows into a pot of clean water, boil on high heat, and remove the blood once. Jiang Feng quickly changed the water, poured oil into the pot, sautéed the onion, ginger, and garlic until fragrant, and then added other spices to fry.

Jiang Feng raced against time until the elbow was stewed in the casserole, for fear that if he was a step too slow, the stewing time would not be enough to achieve the melt-in-the-mouth effect.

The old man lowered his head to cook his own dishes the whole time, but he was very clear about Jiang Feng's progress as if he had eyes on the top of his head. When Jiang Feng covered the casserole, he said, "Don't stop, cut the fish."

"When you really become a chef in the future, you will find that there is never enough time. Even if you grow 10 more hands, you will not be able to keep up, so there is no use in rushing." The old man said.

Jiang Feng slowed down.

"It's even worse."

Jiang Feng silently sped up his movements again.

"Fortunately, you have studied for so many years more than we did back then, and you don't know what you have learned. I told your father a long time ago that you are the only one with a little talent among you and your cousins. Don't waste time Go learn that photoelectric information and practice cooking well, tell me what is the use of what you have learned?" The old man started to complain daily, in fact, he has rarely complained about Jiang Feng's college major recently, after all, he has a lot to complain about recently .

Jiang Feng really wanted to have an in-depth discussion with the old man on how to analyze the position of the Dutch chef in the back kitchen from the perspective of optical fiber transmission, but he killed the idea as soon as it came up because the old man still had a knife on him .

"If you want to be a chef, cooking skills are only part of it. Knowing how to distribute is the really difficult knowledge." The old man said, "Go and see how the fire in the stove is. If it's not big enough, add two more firewood."

The old man walked to the stove with the marinated sausage, and began to pour oil into the pot: "But in terms of cooking skills, you are indeed good now, and you have made great progress, completely exceeding my expectations, but in terms of distribution, not only Wu girl Better than you, even that kid from the Sun family is better than you."

"Assignment?" Jiang Feng paused for cutting the fish.

"When did you ever see Miss Wu doing chopping or playing Dutch during business hours? Everyone has their own work and their own duties. If they are too busy, they have their own problems. If you are the chef , What you have to do is to distribute and solve rather than help, you have to have a steelyard in your heart, know when to do what and when. Take the fish fillet, and bring it to me when it is finished."

"Oh." Jiang Feng started to slice the fish.

"It's a bit early to tell you these things, but you have to start learning. Usually, pay more attention to what your third grandfather and I are doing in the back kitchen. Don't be like your father all day long. I know how to be lazy, and when I go back after the new year, I will remove that shelf and look at it in a different place, and I will be upset. Every day, I know how to hide behind that shelf and be lazy, so big that I think others can’t see it." The old man looked disgusted.

Jiang Feng: ...

Comrade Jiang Jiankang, you rookie who cheated your son!