Life is a Game

Jiang Feng prepared eighteen dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner, including six cold dishes and twelve hot dishes. Among the six cold dishes, except cucumber and five-spice chicken, the other four dishes, including the stewed meat platter, were all 30. Jiang Jiankang went to town to buy them on the same day of.

Don't ask why there are cucumbers for cold dishes, just ask why you don't forget your original intention.

Cold dishes have always been used for chatting and pastime at the Jiang family's dinner table. Appetizers are basically not eaten when waiting for a meal. They are usually reserved for breakfast on the first and second day of the Chinese New Year. Hot dishes are the bulk.

The twelve hot dishes prepared by Jiang Feng this time are definitely the Jiang family's best New Year's Eve dinner in recent decades. Whether it is the grade of ingredients, the difficulty of the dishes, or the quality of the dishes themselves, they are far superior to the old man's previous dishes. If the old man hadn't taken the initiative to abdicate this year, some people would suspect that Jiang Feng made such a good dish because he wanted to show the old man his sovereignty and let everyone know who the new king of the Jiang family is.

In fact, Jiang Feng made so many complicated products simply because of nervousness.

It was the first time to cook a New Year’s Eve dinner. I was nervous, scared and excited. I didn’t know what dishes to choose for the big dishes, and all of them were big dishes. I would serve whatever was the best. The concept was comparable to that of Yan’s Wing Banquet. Any one of the hot menus in the Yan Wing Banquet is a table-mounting dish, and when put together, it is a fight between gods and gods. Fortunately, the dishes at the Yan Chi Banquet are served one by one. If they are served together, the diners may wish to have a few more mouths. One mouth is really not enough.

Although the 12 dishes Jiang Feng prepared for the New Year's Eve dinner were not as luxurious as the Yan-wing banquet, they should surpass the Yan-wing banquet in terms of the quality and taste of the dishes.

Who told Jiang Feng's dishes to have buffs.

Although a good buff cannot play a decisive role, it can add to the icing on the cake and help the dishes to a higher level.

The twelve dishes Jiang Feng prepared this time were shredded yam, Jiang's ginseng soup, chopped pepper fish head, carrot stewed beef, phoenix egg, eight-treasure tofu, baked lobster in soup, braised pork with preserved vegetables, and lion head with crab powder , two-color prawns, apple scones and the finale of golden jade cabbage.

At first, Jiang Feng planned to cook according to the idea of ​​chicken, duck and fish, but then he thought that the Jiang family never paid attention to chicken, duck and fish at the dinner table, as long as there were fish to ensure auspicious abundance every year.

Then Jiang Feng's thinking became what he is good at, and on the basis of what he is good at, he can find some good buffs or dishes that the elders in the family like to eat.

Stewed beef with carrots is the best luck of the year. Although it is used in the New Year, it makes people feel that good steel is not used on the blade, but it is also good to seek good luck during the New Year.

The reason why Babao tofu was mixed in was because Jiang Feng felt that he had to eat some vegetables for the New Year's Eve dinner, in order to make it healthy.

As for the reason why there are two beets, shredded yam and apple scones, the reason is even simpler. Grandma Jiang likes this one—if she can bite it.

Jiang Feng knew very well that Grandma Jiang would like it better if he made glutinous rice lotus root, but Grandma Jiang may not like others if she likes it. The main reason is that he himself can't stand this kind of sweet glutinous rice lotus root.

Among the twelve dishes, there is only Jiang's ginseng soup. The baked lobster and Jinyu cabbage need broth. Among them, the broth of Jinyu cabbage is freshly made this morning, and the old man and Jiang Weiming take turns to watch. It seems that there are not many dishes using broth, but the actual amount is large. The main reason is that Jiangfeng’s ginseng soup is made according to the head, and the portion is doubled to cater to the taste of the family.

In theory, Jiang's ginseng soup can be stewed slowly in a small cup, but today Jiang Feng directly cooks it in a casserole.

A casserole for cooking porridge.

After giving the chickpeas to the neighbor, Jiang Feng went back to the kitchen to concentrate on cooking.

With Jiang's ginseng soup stewing on the stove, the aroma of rich broth mixed with seafood has never been broken in the air. During Jiang Feng's previous finals, Jiang's family sat in the first row and didn't smell much. This time, whether it was changing plans in the room, doing homework, cleaning, or playing mobile phones to watch dramas They were all so fragrant that they drool.

There will be such a big difference, mainly because the venue for the finals is large enough, the quantity is small, and no matter how fragrant Jiang's ginseng soup is, there is a limit to overflowing before the lid is uncovered. This time was different, this time the venue was small and large, and everyone knew that Jiang Feng was cooking in the kitchen, and all he was thinking about was what he would eat tonight, so he couldn't help smelling it hard.

The Jiang family was greedy to death, and so was the Zhao family next door.

Zhao Liang moved a small bench and sat by the stove to watch the chicken soup.

Although Li Cuihua's cooking skills are far inferior to those of Jiang's next door, her chicken raising skills are among the best in the village. The chickens raised are big and fat, and the meat is tender and strong. Every year during the Chinese New Year, a hen that has been raised for two years is stewed. With thick fat and fragrant chicken soup, Zhao Liang can drink it every year on his thirtieth year. Two big bowls, like this every year.

Except this year.

After eating the chickpeas, Zhao Liang was indifferent to the fragrant chicken soup.

Li Cuihua also cut vegetables in the kitchen with a dull expression.

"Grandma, what do you think the bean curd was made of this morning? It looks like bean curd, but it tastes like chicken, and it tastes better than stewed chicken." Zhao Liang was puzzled. I searched that dish and it should be called chicken bean curd, but the pictures on the Internet are not the same as what we ate this morning, it looks like no bean curd on the Internet, but what we ate this morning looks exactly like the real bean curd.”

"You ask me, who can I ask?" Li Cuihua was cutting pork belly, thinking about the same question as Zhao Liang.

Li Cuihua was puzzled. They always said that the child who is good at reading is the reincarnation of Wenquxing, but what kind of reincarnation is the child who is good at cooking? Is the reincarnation of the Stove Lord? Is the Stove Lord in charge of the taste of the food?

"By the way, didn't Xiaofeng ask you to send some plates? It's past ten o'clock and they probably need to use them, so send the plates quickly." Li Cuihua urged.

Zhao Liang got up to get the plates and basins, collected all the unnecessary items in the cabinet, made a big pile, and left with Jiang's house.

When he walked to the living room, Zhao Liang was stopped by his own father.

"Liangliang, what are you doing with so many plates?"

"Look for our family to borrow the dishes next door, I'll send them there now." Zhao Liang said.

"How do you know? Nobody came to borrow from the next door."

"Jiang Feng said that by the way when he delivered things early in the morning. At that time, you and mom were still awake, and grandpa was still walking outside." Zhao Liang said.

"Send something, send what?"

"Bean curd."

Zhao Liang's father was immediately happy: "Jiang's family is really interesting now, they actually eat bean curd early in the morning."

Zhao Liang didn't answer, gave his father a meaningful look, and ran away with the plate in his arms.

When Zhao Liang arrived at Jiang's house, Jiang Feng happened to be making apple scones.

Since there was no oven in the kitchen, Jiang Feng's behavior of making a bonfire scone in the yard by himself was not too weird, but it just made people feel that it was unnecessary. The old man even briefly reflected on whether his own thinking was too old and he was unwilling to buy an oven to force his grandson into this state.

Although it was strange to bake cakes in the yard in the cold wind in the winter, Jiang Feng enjoyed it quite a bit.

His first scone was a novelty. While baking, he found that Xia Mubing's method of baking cakes was very interesting. It was completely different from the pies baked in the oven, but the concept was closer to pies.

Seeing Zhao Liang coming, Jiang Feng asked Zhao Liang to take the plate to the kitchen, and told him to wait a while before leaving. Zhao Liang can taste the cake while it is hot.

In this way, Zhao Liang managed to get a piece of scones. After eating in the Jiang family's yard, he chatted with Jiang Feng for a while, and asked whether the price of the dishes and the location of Taifeng Building were good before going back.

It takes a lot of time to bake a piece of cake. Jiang Feng baked two pieces in total. One piece was given to Zhao Liang and the other piece was peeked through the small window of the room. He wrote an English cloze in an hour and paid close attention to the development of the yard. Jiang Junlian.

Jiang Junlian's cake was first divided in half by her parents, and then half was divided to Jiang Junqing. It was a typical behavior of sharing cakes with Jiang's characteristics.

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The first half hour of New Year's Eve dinner is always the hardest.

All the dishes have basically taken shape, and even many dishes that can be warmed first have been out of the pan. The aromas of various dishes are mixed together, and as long as a small wind blows, they will disperse everywhere.

But at this time, everyone can't eat, so they can only gather around the table and look at the six plates of cold dishes on the table. Difficult choice between eating and drinking.

In the past, Jiang Feng was the one who suffered.

This year he was the one who created the torment.

Jiang Junlian ate a quarter of a piece of scones at noon, and her expectations for the New Year's Eve dinner had already been raised to the highest level. From the moment she served the table, her eyes had never been on the table. Zai stared straight at the kitchen like a big goose.

The elders of the Jiang family still guessed what Jiang Feng cooked this year as before, and guessing the dishes was particularly advantageous. Although we have all lived in the same building for the past two years, we don't have many opportunities to eat together, and each has his own work to do.

Only Jiang Jiankang was different. He worked with Jiang Feng every day, cooked with Jiang Feng across the stove, and ate work meals with Jiang Feng. He knew Jiang Feng's special dishes like the back of his hand, even if he couldn't smell them, he could guess more than half of them.

"There must be Jiang's ginseng soup, I can already smell it." Jiang Jianshe looked determined.

"Do you still need to smell it? You can guess it, but this dish doesn't count." Jiang Jiandang directly vetoed it, "I can still guess that there must be Jinyu cabbage."

Everyone has watched "Knowing the Taste", and who doesn't know the origin of these two dishes.

Jiang Jianguo kept silent, closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "I seem to smell beef stew. Beef stew with carrots! Yes, it should be beef stew with carrots."

Jiang Jiankang also took a deep breath, and found that the smell was so mixed that he couldn't smell the beef, and he didn't know how his eldest brother smelled it. Stewed beef with carrots was not in his guess.

Jiang Jiankang could only imitate Jiang Jianguo's appearance just now, took a deep breath and shouted: "Phoenix egg!"

Jiang Jianguo sniffed it vigorously, with a suspicious expression on his face: "There is no smell of phoenix eggs, and there are still about 20 minutes before dinner, how can it be possible to burn phoenix eggs now?"

"It definitely smells like a phoenix egg. I'm in the back kitchen and Jiang Feng is separated by a stove every day. I can't go wrong with the smell. Besides, why can't the phoenix egg be burned now? In case there are several rows behind Xiaofeng What about the dish that can't be delayed for a moment? The taste of the phoenix eggs won't change after ten minutes." Jiang Jiankang began to argue.

Although he was messing around and Jiang Feng was still cooking fish balls, it was impossible for him to smell like phoenix eggs, but he was right in one sentence, there were vegetables behind the phoenix eggs.

Shredded yam and golden jade cabbage.

The shredded yam is ranked behind the phoenix egg because this dish has to be eaten while it is hot, and the shredded yam cannot be pulled out when it is cold.

As for Jinyu cabbage, because this dish is a real table dish, it is also the dish that should appear most on the Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner table.

This dish must be made last and served first, the Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner is only complete with this dish.

As one dish after another was finished, covered and kept warm, the sea cucumber and abalone soup was brought down from the stove, and Jiang Feng began to make Jinyu cabbage under the watchful eyes of the two old men.

In fact, Jiang Feng had been waiting for the two old men to ask him how he learned Jinyu cabbage from the day after the final match. He had already made up a set of excuses, but the two of them didn't come to ask for a long time.

Until he told Xu Cheng that Xu Cheng finished writing the "Zhiwei" article and "Zhiwei" was published, the two old men didn't ask.

They seemed to have acquiesced and accepted Jiang Feng's ability to cook Jinyu cabbage so easily, even though they had only seen it before, they never tasted it, and they didn't ask Jiang Feng to cook Jinyu cabbage in front of them again.

But Jiang Feng knew that the two of them were far from calm as they appeared.

Because from the moment the cabbage was put into the pot, the two of them had been staring at the pot and his hand, their eyes were so hot that they couldn't be ignored.

He didn't even have to look back to imagine the two old men staring at each other, a little nervous and even looking forward to it.

That's true of the two old men.

Jiang Weiguo's memory of Jinyu cabbage is very limited. He only remembers such a fresh grass-flavored cabbage with an extremely complicated production process. The specific production process and how it is done are actually vague, and he can't even remember the taste clearly. .

Jiang Weiguo didn't remember, but Jiang Weiming did.

He ate more golden jade cabbage than Jiang Weiguo for more than ten years. The memory that he had forgotten had become extremely clear from the moment Jiang Feng cooked the golden jade cabbage in the final. Jiang Chengde and Jiang Huiqin are almost exactly the same, exactly, at least it seems so.

He once thought that he would never eat this dish again, and even almost forgot about it like Jiang Weiguo.

But it was almost impossible to have heard of this dish, and it was impossible for Jiang Feng, who knew how to cook this dish, to reproduce this dish in front of him.

He didn't ask Jiang Feng how he knew this dish, and where he learned the steps, even if he dictated it, it would be impossible to copy and present it so perfectly.

Because he didn't think it was necessary.

It was enough for Jiang Feng to know how to make it, and it would be even better if the taste was the same or very close.

From a long time ago, Jiang Weiming felt that Jiang Feng, his nephew, was a gift from heaven to him. The sudden appearance made him realize one dream after another, make up for one regret after another, and even some extravagant hopes that he could not even imagine. After meeting Jiang Feng, they all came true one by one.

Too many miraculous things happened to Jiang Feng, so many that he could accept all the unreasonable things that happened to Jiang Feng, including Jinyu Cabbage.

He would be amazed by anyone making golden jade cabbage, but Jiang Feng would not.

Because Jiang Feng himself, at least to him, was a miracle.

A miracle given to him by God.

Jiang Weiming looked at the pot.

Grease with lard.

stir fry.

Pour in the sea cucumber and abalone soup.

Continue to stir fry.

Collect the juice.

Exactly the same, exactly as in memory.

"Grandpa, the third grandpa's food is ready, and we are ready to serve dinner," Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weiming smiled and nodded.

"It's up to you to decide." The old man stared at Jinyu Cabbage.

Holding two plates of Jinyu cabbage, Jiang Feng poked his head out of the kitchen and shouted to the hall: "Dad, Brother Decheng, Brother Ran, come serve the dishes!"

"Okay!"