Life is a Game

Early the next morning, Jiang Feng cooked porridge for Chen Xiuxiu in the kitchen as usual.

With the elementary level of porridge cooking skills, it becomes very easy to cook a pot of simple barley porridge.

There is only one kind of barley as an ingredient, so you don't need to weigh it, just grab a handful, and your intuition will tell Jiang Feng how much rice goes with how much barley. Jiang Feng, who used to despise games and being stingy, now keeps talking about Zhenxiang.

It smells so good!

Seeing the porridge water in the pot start to roll and become sticky, Jiang Feng started to stir.

The door opened, but he didn't care, probably Comrade Wang Xiulian came back to get something.

"Cook porridge?" An old, serious and very familiar voice came from behind.

As soon as Jiang Feng turned around, Mr. Jiang Weiguo stood behind him.

"Grandpa... grandpa!"

Jiang Weiguo snatched the big spoon from Jiang Feng's hand, took a closer look into the pot, and cursed, "What do you boil this for? Pig food?"

Jiang Feng could only laugh dryly.

Jiang Weiguo turned down the heat skillfully, while stirring the porridge in the pot at a constant speed: "The heat can't be adjusted well, look at this porridge, it's thickened by you! You can't even stir it, how did that little bastard Jiang Jiankang teach you?" ?”

The old man of the Jiang family got angry, so Jiang Feng could only stand by and listen obediently.

After a while, the porridge was out of the pot.

【A bowl of barley porridge with acceptable taste】

Old man Jiang Weiguo only saved the pot of porridge for more than ten minutes and turned it into a bowl of passable porridge. Jiang Feng couldn't help sighing as he blew on the bowl while drinking the porridge.

The gap between cooks and cooks can really be greater than the gap between humans and pigs.

Just thinking about the fact that the pigs raised by old man Jiang Weiguo could eat the pig food he cooked himself every day made Jiang Feng extremely jealous.

Jiang Feng filled two bowls of porridge and sent them to the next door.

"Two bowls?" Chen Xiuxiu, who had made up her mind to drink porridge for the last day, looked at the two bowls of porridge in front of her in surprise.

"My grandpa is here. He helped control the heat of this porridge, and I'll give it to Uncle Chen to taste. By the way, is Uncle Chen there?" Jiang Feng asked.

"My father is sleeping." Because old man Jiang Weiguo has been in the countryside for more than ten years, Chen Xiuxiu has never had the honor to taste his dishes.

Jiang Feng didn't stay long, he needed to know why the old man came here so suddenly and without saying a word.

Could it be that something happened in the countryside?

"Grandpa, why didn't you say hello when you came, so I can pick you up at the station!" Jiang Feng went back to see the old man inspecting the kitchen.

"I'm in good health, what should I pick up?" Jiang Weiguo looked at the kitchen utensils and began to open the refrigerator to check the ingredients. "This pork looks like hormone meat, so throw it away."

Jiang Feng quickly obeyed the old man's order and threw the meat away.

"I also watched the porridge you made just now. It's a lot better than your cooking skills that didn't even eat pigs before. Let's fall in love." Jiang Weiguo said.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"When your uncle's little bastard was young, it was like killing him to let him learn to cook. Once he fell in love with your uncle, he went to the kitchen every day to please her."

Jiang Feng felt that the old man might be recalling the past now to elicit the following words.

"I dreamed about your great-grandfather last night. In the dream, he scolded me for breaking the inheritance of Jiangjia cuisine, and also scolded me for giving birth to five unworthy descendants, each of whom can carry forward Jiangjia cuisine." Jiang Weiguo sighed, "Your dad has been like this for the rest of his life. He can only be a cook who is better than the best and more than the next. None of your cousins ​​have a talent for cooking. Your two cousins ​​seem to be quite strong. I can't even shake a spoon."

"I've been thinking about it all night. You are the only one of the younger generation who has some talent." Jiang Weiguo looked at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng:! ! !

Jiang Feng knew what the old man was thinking.

The children of Jiang's family, when they were young, had to be sent to the old man to learn how to cook during holidays. The old man thought he was small, thin and weak, so he hung sandbags for more than a year.

What is practiced in summer and winter in winter is light.

I have practiced knife skills for six years. The potatoes, cucumbers, radishes, and tofu I cut were all fed to pigs by the old man.

Jiang Feng only started to touch the pot in the second year of junior high school.

I have only touched the pot for a year, and it doesn’t count as half-baked. I didn’t learn much about the heat, side dishes, etc., and I started to prepare for the high school entrance examination in the third year of junior high school.

Later, I lived in high school and was busy with my studies. I wasted for four years, and I never went to the old man to learn how to cook.

Jiang Feng's three cousins ​​also came here in this way, but they didn't learn cooking for as long as Jiang Feng did, and the old man drove him back before he finished his knife skills.

The six years of learning knife skills, I really feel sad and tearful when I think about it.

Sometimes I really cut cucumbers in my dream.

Sure enough, what to be afraid of.

"Didn't your dad come to your school to open a new restaurant? You can't find a job with the broken photoelectric information you learned, so I will inherit your dad's restaurant and carry forward our Jiangjia cuisine." Old Comrade Jiang Weiguo He Jiang Jiankang is not a bad father and son, but he likes to dream.

"From today on, you will learn to cook with me!"

"Huh?!" Jiang Feng seemed to see himself cutting pig food every day a few years ago, "Grandpa, I usually have to go to class now!"

"Winter and summer vacation! After graduating from university, practice for more than ten years. It is said that hard work can make up for weakness. Your grandfather and I are in good health. It will not be a problem to teach you for more than ten years!" Jiang Weiguo is full of ambition.

Jiang Feng: ...

Okay Grandpa, no problem Grandpa, you are right Grandpa.

How do you say that sentence, the elders always like to force their unfulfilled dreams on their children.

The great ideal of revitalizing Jiangjia cuisine should be realized by your future children!

Cub, dad is optimistic about you!

The arrival of Mr. Jiang Weiguo caused a sensation in the entire Jiang family.

Jiang Jiankang's store was also closed, and he went to the farmer's market to buy vegetables after receiving Jiang Weiguo's instructions. His second uncle Jiang Jiandang and his second aunt Li Mingli also came here after hearing the news, and even Jiang Feng's second cousin Jiang Shoucheng (the second uncle's child) also came here. I bought the nearest high-speed rail ticket and rushed back.

At lunch time, four tall and fat men were surrounded by the door of Jiang's kitchen, drooling from the smell.

"Third brother, you are still lucky!" Jiang Jiandang sighed.

"I didn't expect Xiaofeng to have such good luck." Jiang Jiankang sighed, "Last night, I just thought that Xiaofeng has a little talent for cooking, so my father came here."

"Our father's cooking skills have improved again." Just smelling the smell, Jiang Jiandang recalled the happy time when he was a child who could eat the dishes cooked by the old man, "This pot of meat is much more fragrant than last year's Chinese New Year. "

"Don't come in to help, you two little bastards, are you trying to exhaust me to death?" Jiang Weiguo looked at the two sons who were not as good at cooking as his own, so he didn't fight each other. It smells like grass jelly!"

Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang hurried into the kitchen to chop and wash vegetables, blocking up the kitchen which was already quite large.

At twelve o'clock, the table is full of delicious eight dishes and one soup.

Sitting around among the five fat men, Jiang Feng felt that he was out of place with the Jiang family.

That's right.

It's the feeling of Chinese New Year!

Sixi meatballs, Jiuzhuan large intestine, pot-wrapped meat, sour potato shreds, jar meat, double-crispy fried in oil, first-class tofu, stir-fried water spinach and a West Lake beef soup, even during the Chinese New Year, there is no such treatment!

Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli have been married to the Jiang family for so many years, and they have seen this posture before.

"Eat, what are you doing in a daze?" Jiang Weiguo didn't like to see them look like they had never seen the world.

"Eat, eat!" Everyone echoed.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, go and call Xiuxiu and your Uncle Chen over to eat together." Jiang Jiankang suddenly remembered, and turned to Jiang Weiguo to explain, "They are our old neighbors, you should remember Chen Duxiu, right?"

Jiang Weiguo nodded: "That kid always came to our house to eat food when he was a child."

Jiang Feng went to the next door, and Chen Duxiu happened to be at home.

"Uncle Chen, my grandfather cooked a table of dishes, and my father asked me to come over and invite you to eat together." Jiang Feng said.

"Uncle Jiang is here?" Chen Duxiu was suddenly excited, and quickly walked out the door, like an old lady snatching discounted goods from a supermarket, "Xiuxiu, go to your Uncle Jiang's house quickly, you won't be able to eat if you're late! "

Jiang Feng looked at the two clean empty bowls on the table, and looked at Chen Xiuxiu with some doubts: "Didn't you tell Uncle Chen that the porridge in the morning was made by my grandfather?"

Chen Xiuxiu: ...

She turned her head slightly not to look at Jiang Feng: "Forgot."

Jiang Feng heard the old man say, "Xiao Feng, your girlfriend is a bit thin!"

"Look at your second aunt, looking for a daughter-in-law is to find such a lucky one!"

Li Mingli raised her head proudly.

In terms of weight and tonnage, Wang Xiulian is still a little worse than Li Mingli.

"Yes yes yes, what Jiang Bo said is true." Chen Duxiu ate the meat from the jar with great joy, "Xiuxiu, a girl needs to be fat to look good, come here, eat fast meat."

There have been two extra sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.

Chen Xiuxiu looked at the table of big meat, and felt that her saliva was secreting extremely fast.

good……

It smells so good!