Life is a Game

The people in the back kitchen have almost dispersed. Since Jiang Feng said that everyone has a share of chickpea curds and that the two old men should eat first, everyone left the kitchen to do their own things very wisely. Hou quickly returned to his seat and started eating.

Jiang Feng was arranging a plate of chickpeas.

In fact, chickpea curd does not need to be placed on a plate. Scoop some bean curd with some clear soup, and put it in a delicate porcelain bowl is the best arrangement. But after all, this is Jiang Feng's first chicken bean curd. The S-grade chick bean curd made at one time is of great significance. Of course, it needs to be displayed in a way that ordinary people can't afford it.

Although this level of chickpeas itself is food that most people can't afford.

"No, no, I don't think so. Look, this bowl is so big. If you scoop up such a large piece of bean curd, more than half of the bowl will be occupied, and you won't be able to hold much soup. It looks like the bean curd is overflowing. It's pretty." Ji Yue gestured on the porcelain bowl for a long time, feeling that Jiang Feng's idea was wrong.

"I think Fengfeng's idea is very good. There is only a little soup on the edge, which is very suitable for the appearance of tofu curd. You don't need to scoop up such a small piece deliberately. This is for your family to eat, not for sale." Wu Minqi supported Jiang Feng's decision.

"Orchid is right. If you use this type of bowl to hold chickpeas, you need to leave more space for soup, and the soup can't be served too slowly, it's better to leave three points." Zhang Guanghang said.

Jiang Feng: ...

His hand holding the spoon was raised in the air for a long time, whether it was scooping or not.

"Then I'll change the bowl." Jiang Feng thought it should be the bowl.

"Change to a bigger one." The three of them said in unison.

In the end, Jiang Feng changed to a bowl that was the same size as ordinary people's eating bowls, which looked ordinary and the price was also ordinary. According to Zhang Guanghang's suggestion just now, he reserved three bowls of chickpeas for two bowls.

Two bowls of unremarkable chickpea curds are placed on the kitchen table like this, and a small spoon is placed on the side of each bowl, constantly exuding the fresh fragrance of the top clear soup to the surroundings.

"I found that this chickpea curd looks more like bean curd in a bowl, no, it's just bean curd." Ji Yue, who had never eaten chickpea curd, sighed inexperienced.

"Not every chef makes chickpeas like this." Zhang Guanghang explained, after thinking about it, "All I know is that Grandpa Jiang and Jiang Feng can make this."

"My grandpa can do it too." Wu Minqi added, "Almost, but the chickpeas curd made by my grandpa is not as good as boiled cabbage, so he usually doesn't know how to make chickpeas curd. of."

Ji Yue nodded half understanding, staring at the chickpeas in the pot, drooling madly in her heart.

Jiang Feng was a little nervous, so he turned to Wu Minqi and asked, "Qiqi, you said that when my grandpa eats chickpea pudding, he will feel better?"

Wu Minqi nodded: "Don't worry, as long as Grandpa Jiang eats it, his mood will definitely improve."

The old man is here.

He walked very quickly, panting slightly, not sweating, and slowed down as soon as he entered the back kitchen, but everyone could tell that he should be in a hurry when he came.

"Grandpa, you're here!" Jiang Feng hurriedly picked up a bowl of chickpea curds and spooned them to the old man, "Why are you here alone, where is the third grandpa? Quickly try the chick bean curds I just made, everyone I haven’t tasted it yet, so I’ll wait for you to taste it first.”

The old man didn't stretch out his hand, but carefully looked at the chickpea curd in the bowl, his face was not obvious but his heart was full of shock.

Just now when Jiang Weiwei said that Jiang Feng had made it, his first reaction was that it was impossible, but he felt that Jiang Feng had the strength now, so he hurried back without saying a word. He tasted the clear soup that Jiang Feng hung out yesterday, and he has also seen the chickpea pudding now. He didn't need to taste the old man to know that this must be a perfect chickpea pudding.

The old man looked at Jiang Feng with a complicated expression.

He has never had such a deep and strong awareness that his grandson has really become a teacher.

the student surpasses the master.

The third brother was right. Although he was a bit unwilling, he was proud.

The old man took the chickpeas and took a bite.

in silence.

Jiang Feng:?

Why doesn't grandpa talk?

The old man didn't speak, and Jiang Feng didn't dare to ask. Everyone just watched the old man eat quietly, one bite at a time, one spoonful at a time, and each spoonful was half a spoonful of chickpeas mixed with soup.

Jiang Weiming didn't arrive until the old man's bowl of chickpeas was almost finished.

He didn't walk fast like the old man. He asked Jiang Weisheng to go to check out and walked back slowly at the same speed. When he came in, he happened to see that the bowl of chickpeas in the old man's hand was almost bottomed out.

"How is it? How is Xiaofeng doing?" Jiang Weiming asked.

Jiang Weiguo didn't answer, and kept on eating as before.

"Third Grandpa, come and taste it too." Jiang Feng went to bring another bowl to Jiang Weiming.

Just as Jiang Weiming wanted to say no, he randomly thought that this was Jiang Feng's first time making chickpea curd and it was so successful. If he didn't eat it, it would be disrespectful and disapproving, so he nodded with a smile and took the chickpeas curd.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming.

He thought it was nothing at first, but when Jiang Weiming took the chickpeas flower and his hand touched Jiang Weiming's, his heartbeat started to speed up.

Jumping fast.

The heart was in the chest, beating powerfully and at a high speed, so fast that Jiang Feng became tense in an instant, and even when he looked at Jiang Weiming, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

Because he knew what was about to happen.

For this day, he waited too long and paid too much. Before, he could not care about it and feel nothing, but at this juncture, he became inexplicably nervous.

"It's very well done, it looks very similar, and the timing of making the bean curd is well grasped." Jiang Weiming praised with a smile, holding the spoon and dipping it into the bowl.

Scooped a small spoonful of chickpeas.

The spoon leaves the small bowl.

Put it in your mouth.

Jiang Feng felt that he was watching a movie full of slow motion. There were no particularly exciting scenes, but it moved him to tears.

Jiang Weiming was stunned.

He has rarely lost his composure like this. Too many encounters in his youth have taught him to restrain his emotions. This restraint has become his instinct over time, even facing his eldest son who disappointed him so much. He didn't lose his temper, but now he has lost his composure.

Jiang Weiming closed his eyes.

He was feeling the taste in his mouth.

This is the taste of chickpeas.

How long has it been since I tasted this flavor?

Jiang Weiming himself didn't remember, and he didn't even remember when his sense of taste began to deteriorate.

It could be in their sixties, it could be in their seventies.

Anyway, he didn't know when it started, he felt that the taste of the cooked food seemed to be a little weak. Once he added more salt, and after a few words from his eldest son, he realized that it was not the food that was bland but his sense of taste had deteriorated.

Since then, he has never had a normal taste.

But now, he tasted it.

He tasted a delicacy that he hadn't tasted in decades.

Truly delicious.

Jiang Weiming knew very well that this was not an illusion brought to him by his memory. It was the real taste of chickpeas, the taste that chickpeas should have, neither salty nor bland, not bland, but the taste of chickpeas itself.

He tasted it.

Jiang Weiming suddenly realized that the taste of the broth last time might not be an illusion in his memory.

He seemed to really be able to taste it.

Not only can you taste it, but you can even taste more than before.

What is this, a blessing in disguise?

Jiang Weiming held the chickpea flower and stood there blankly.

"Third brother, third brother?" Jiang Weiguo wanted to have a word with Jiang Weiming after eating the chickpea curd, but he found that Jiang Weiming stood there dumbfounded.

"Ah, what's the matter?" Jiang Weiming came back to his senses, the taste of chickpea flower was still in his mouth.

"What do you think?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"I think it's good." Jiang Weiming nodded with a smile, "Very good."

After speaking, Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng and said in a gentle voice, "Xiao Feng, I tasted it, it's very good, I'm very happy."

"Me... Me too." Jiang Feng was so excited that he was almost speechless.

He himself didn't know what he was excited about. He knew the plot, but he still couldn't help being excited. He even wanted to hug the bewildered old man next to Jiang Weiming and shouted that it was great.

"Master, what did you just say? What did you taste?" Jiang Weiming had arrived at the door of the back kitchen at some point, and he might have just arrived, just in time to hear Jiang Weiming's words.

Jiang Weiguo, who didn't understand the meaning at all, and didn't understand what they were getting excited about:?

"I tasted it." Jiang Weiming turned his head, and said each word very clearly and firmly, "I just tasted the taste of chickpeas, hygienic, you can adjust the sauce you made a few days ago, let me come Can I taste it for you?"

"Okay, okay!" Jiang Weiwei's brain was in a mess, but his feet reacted faster than his brain, and trotted to the cooking table.

"I will definitely not put so much minced garlic this time!"