Life is a Game

Jiang Feng fell asleep with deep resentment towards the game.

Early the next morning, Jiang Feng went downstairs to buy a few steamed buns for breakfast at the steamed stuffed bun shop at the gate of the community. On the way, he bumped into Chen Xiuxiu and Pan Ling who had returned from grocery shopping. They were carrying several bags of vegetables. You have to cook by yourself.

"Jiang Feng, come to our place for dinner today!" Pan Ling invited, "Xiuxiu and I watched a cooking video last night and just bought fresh mutton. I'll make mutton soup for you!"

Jiang Feng: ...

Should he tell them that cooking is not as simple as you think, and that mutton soup is a deadly cuisine.

Forget it, as long as they are happy.

"Okay." Jiang Feng said.

Looking at the wechat group in the morning, fourth uncle's stewed beef with potatoes did not perform well yesterday and there was still some leftovers. He bought another three catties of beef today and came back to continue stewing it. Jiang Feng felt that it was better for him not to eat.

"Pan Pan, I think braised mutton is better." Chen Xiuxiu looked hesitant, "Is the mutton soup too strong?"

"No, didn't the video tutorial yesterday teach how to stew mutton soup without stirring it? Don't worry, the boss who sold the mutton just now said that the sheep is a grassland sheep and doesn't smell bad." Pan Ling was very confident.

"Come on, I'm going to have breakfast first." Jiang Feng falsely encouraged.

Lamb soup is a good everyday snack, but there are only a handful of people who can stew it without any smell. It is a family skill that is not passed on to the public. Unless the quality of the mutton is particularly good, even the old man can’t make the stewed lamb soup without any smell. . Pan Ling is so confident after watching a video tutorial...

Forget it, the mutton stew will teach him to be a man.

The steamed stuffed bun shop at the gate of the community has been open for nearly 20 years, and it is as long-lived as this community. The original owner is getting older and now his daughter takes over. In fact, his daughter's craftsmanship is not as good as his, but the surrounding residents are used to eating their steamed stuffed buns in the morning, and their steamed stuffed buns are clean, so the original taste is acceptable.

Now that Chinese New Year is approaching, the prices of vegetables and meat are getting higher day by day, and the price of steamed buns is also rising. Jiang Feng just asked the boss that today is the last day of sale, and they have to pack up and go back to the countryside for the New Year in the afternoon.

Well, tomorrow's breakfast is missing again.

After breakfast, Jiang Feng strolled around the community a few times. There are no people in the community anymore, most of them have gone back to the countryside for the New Year, and the few old people who don’t go back here are now struggling to grab the New Year’s goods. They set off early in the morning and will not return with a full load of spoils until late at night.

After strolling for more than an hour, Jiang Feng saw that it was almost ten o'clock, so he went directly to Chen Xiuxiu's house instead of going home. These two people who hardly cook on weekdays must be in a hurry to cook a meal. Maybe the kitchen of Chen Xiuxiu's house is already a mess.

Sure enough, as soon as Chen Xiuxiu opened the door for Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng smelled a suffocating smell before he entered.

It was a familiar, local sheep, unique and strong smell of mutton.

Jiang Jiankang was not very good at cooking mutton dishes, and even Comrade Wang Xiulian was not very good at picking mutton. When Jiang Feng was still in elementary school, Comrade Wang Xiulian was fooled by a mutton seller and bought local sheep as prairie sheep. The taste of that plate of braised mutton was fresh in Jiang Feng's memory. There was no other taste in the mouth, it was all smell of mutton!

Pan Ling is stewed mutton soup, which arouses all the smell of mutton.

Rich and long, even though Chen Xiuxiu had opened all the windows at home, she still refused to let go.

Chen Xiuxiu looked hopeless, and hid on the balcony after opening the door, unwilling to go near the kitchen. Jiang Feng was also curious about how Pan Ling stewed the mutton soup to this level, so he held his breath and went to the kitchen to have a look.

The kitchen is already in a mess. There are as many sand sculpture pictures on the Internet as the kitchen of Chen Xiuxiu’s house. The bubbling mutton soup is still on the stove. .

Pan Ling was still holding her mobile phone and staring at the mutton soup teaching video, puzzled.

"You can turn off the fire, all your soup has come out." Jiang Feng reminded him friendly.

"No, this soup is too stinky and I haven't got rid of the stinky smell yet. This step is correct. Why did I cook it so stinky?" Pan Ling said.

The smell of the kitchen was so strong that it was like entering a sheep pen. Jiang Feng didn't know how Pan Ling endured it. It might be that his stewed stew with its own filter temporarily lost its sense of smell and chose not to smell it. But Jiang Feng couldn't bear it, the pot of mutton soup was useless, so he went forward and turned off the fire.

"It's useless for you to add anything now. You are a local sheep, and the smell is already strong. You may not be able to get rid of all the blood vessels, so let's go." Jiang Feng said.

"Local sheep, okay, the boss lied to me again!" Pan Ling was furious, thinking that it was all the sheep's fault that he couldn't cook the sheep soup well.

Jiang Feng saw a small piece of meat that Pan Ling had cut off on the chopping board, picked it up, looked at it, and sighed.

"The mutton you bought was filled with water, and you didn't cut it properly, and you didn't remove the blood, this soup..." Jiang Feng sighed again, full of helplessness, the mutton soup in the pot was full of foam, " It's better to empty the toilet, do you have any perfume that can spray the toilet."

Pan Ling didn't give up, she was the one who cooked this pot of mutton soup after all, thinking that maybe it just smelled mutton and tasted good, she took a small spoonful to taste it.

After taking a mouthful of mutton soup, Pan Ling's face turned green, and she silently took the mutton soup and poured it out.

The kitchen of Chen Xiuxiu's house was made like a biochemical weapons laboratory by Pan Ling. It was impossible to cook any more. No matter what they did in it, the smell of mutton would stick to it. The three of them could only move to Jiang Feng's kitchen and start cooking again. lunch.

Pan Ling and Chen Xiuxiu really don't know how to buy vegetables. They went so early, and the vegetables they bought were still not fresh. These two girls are also interesting. They bought garlic and ginger instead of green onions. They bought a bottle of steamed soy sauce but didn't buy fish. Instead, they bought a pound of shrimp.

Asked why, Pan Ling said eloquently: "I cook mutton soup, and Xiuxiu cooks open-back shrimp with garlic."

Jiang Feng felt that if he hadn't been driven back from the countryside by the old man, the two of them would have poisoned themselves to death by cooking and eating by themselves.

He didn't even know how to scramble eggs with tomatoes, so he wanted to challenge mutton soup and garlic prawns. It was even more swollen than Jiang Feng's fried kung pao chicken before he finished his knife skills.

Jiang Feng had never cooked base shrimp.

City Z is not near the sea, and the seafood is extremely expensive. When Jiang Feng first went to college, he heard from his classmates in the class near the sea that they had a big plate of abalone for 30 yuan, and his jaw dropped in shock.

But the expensive Jiwei shrimp has to be burned after buying it. Jiang Feng watched the video on Pan Ling's phone twice. The video did not show how to remove the shrimp thread at all, and it was an edited video. The soundtrack was good, but many key steps were not edited. The final product, Jiang Feng, could tell through the screen that the prawns were burnt.

Jiang Feng had no choice but to call and ask the old man.

I was scolded by the old man, and while being scolded, I followed the old man's instructions to remove the shrimp line. After a random operation, the four-faced garlic open-back shrimp finally came out of the pot.

On the other side, the old man put down his phone, turned his head and complained to Jiang Weiming with a smile: "This little bastard, he wants to fly before he can walk steadily, and he stares at the swimmer in the sea without knowing what grows in the ground."

"Okay, I think you're too happy to show off in front of an old man like me." Jiang Weiming smiled, "Xiao Nian the day after tomorrow, wait for a few nephews to come back before killing pigs?"

"They must come back early in the morning, and we have to prepare breakfast for them." The old man said, "I'll kill Sanhua the night after tomorrow and make blood sausage first."

"Sanhua? The portion of Sanhua is not enough. I think Erhua is pretty good. The fat is thick enough to boil at least 10 catties of suet." Jiang Weiming likes Erhua even more.

"Erhua can't do it, it can't eat it. It can't be used to kill pigs with its fat body. It's better to use Sanhua. Its hind legs are tight and leave a piece of cured ham. Erhua will be slaughtered before the Dragon Boat Festival. Let's let it eat." It moves a lot, otherwise the meat will not be firm enough." The old man murmured, "I have to find a chance to drive it out of the pigsty and run around more, so I can't lie there all day to fatten up."