Life is a Game

"Add...add day lily!" Liu Qian hesitated.

"Day lily?" Day lily is delicious, adding it to the soup is indeed a good seasoning.

"My stewed soup, chicken soup, pork ribs soup, and kelp soup are all added with day lily. What, President, do you want to make soup?" Liu Qian's eyes lit up, and she smiled, "Remember to ask me to drink it when it's done!"

Jiang Feng nodded in response.

He decided to cook two pots of soup later, one with day lily and one without, and finally try to decide which pot to use according to the situation.

After working in the back kitchen all afternoon, Jiang Feng finally chose the soup with day lily, although it was not very good.

[A pot of soup that has been boiled for too long and the radish has been cut unevenly and the odor of the mushroom has not been removed]

Following Jiang Huiqin's steps, Jiang Feng made willow-leaf jelly in clear soup again, and the evaluation was still F.

After a sip, it was really unpalatable at the F level, Jiang Feng silently poured it into the swill bucket.

Sure enough... Is it because my soup cooking skills are not good enough?

Even with the addition of white radish and day lily, the taste of the mushrooms was still very abrupt, and Jiang Feng always felt that something was missing.

Almost what?

How about some more corn?

Add some winter melon?

Add some potatoes?

But with so many things added, it becomes mixed vegetable soup, which is basically out of the category of mushroom soup.

What to add?

In the next few days, these five words kept lingering in Jiang Feng's mind. Every day, he thought about what to add to the soup to suppress the taste of mushrooms. Staring at the soup pot on the stove.

He has already determined that the essence of Jiang Huiqin's clear soup willow-agar jelly is in the mushroom soup, and the improvement of this dish will be completed when he cooks a suitable mushroom soup.

Even a little dazed.

Two weeks later, Jiang Feng's soup cooking skills have improved a lot, but the soup is still hard to describe.

He put Pleurotus eryngii, Flammulina velutipes, Crab-flavored mushrooms, Pleurotus eryngii, White jade mushrooms, Xiuzhen mushrooms, Tea tree mushrooms, Bisporus mushrooms, Shiitake mushrooms, Slider mushrooms, Tricholoma erinaceus, Hericium erinaceus, Bailing mushrooms, Shiitake mushrooms, flower mushrooms, Straw mushrooms After trying them one by one, the back kitchen was filled with the smell of mushrooms all the time, and even Jiang Jiankang's fried dishes had a faint smell of mushrooms. And the soup he cooked was also used by Comrade Wang Xiulian to give away to customers. Many customers have already reported to Ji Yue that the soup they delivered recently is very bad.

Jiang Feng was cleaning Flammulina velutipes.

He washed it very carefully, soaked it repeatedly in clean water, and rubbed each one carefully.

Jiang Jiankang absently chopped vegetables while carefully observing Jiang Feng.

He felt that his son was not normal recently.

It seems to be on a par with mushrooms, cooking mushroom soup every day from morning to night, and then using one of the pots of mushroom soup at night to make that strange tremella quail egg luncheon meat dish.

Should I go to the temple and ask my son for an amulet to exorcise evil spirits?

Wang Xiulian walked up to Jiang Jiankang with a pot of violently cleaned vegetables, and placed the pot heavily on the table, causing the solid wooden table to shake.

"What's wrong with your son recently?" Wang Xiulian asked in a low voice.

Jiang Jiankang shook his head: "I heard that there is a talisman in a temple near here. Shall we ask Xiaofeng to exorcise evil spirits tomorrow?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? You're just bewitched!" Wang Xiulian glanced at Jiang Jiankang, then carefully at Jiang Feng, "I think it's better to call Dad over and let him have a look."

"What's the use of calling dad?" Jiang Jiankang still felt that Jiang Feng might be bewitched.

"Isn't Dad better at cooking than you? Xiaofeng cooks this mushroom soup every day. When Dad comes, why don't you help him make the soup?" Wang Xiulian poured out the dishes and went back to wash them with a big empty tray, " Remember to call!"

Although Jiang Jiankang felt that it would be more useful to go to the temple to ask for a talisman, he had to listen to his wife's words, so he obediently put down the kitchen knife and went outside to call old man Jiang.

After listening to Jiang Jiankang's description of Jiang Feng's situation, Mr. Jiang was silent for a long time, and agreed to find time to go to city a.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Jiang yelled at Grandma Jiang angrily: "Old lady, take out that bottle of wine from my cabinet!"

"What kind of wine to take? It's in broad daylight. Drink and drink. Have you cooked your pig food? Have you washed the vegetables? Have you swept the yard?" Grandma Jiang yelled back as she listened to the Huangmei Opera in her room.

Mr. Jiang didn't get angry when he was yelled at, he happily went to get the wine, poured a small glass, and sat at the table to sip slowly.

Closing his eyes, Mr. Jiang babbled and sang an out-of-tune tune.

Grandma Jiang came out of the house to get old man Jiang a drink. Seeing that he was already drinking and still humming a ditty, she knew he was in a good mood, and asked, "Who called just now, so happy?"

With that said, Grandma Jiang went to the kitchen to bring him a small dish of peanuts.

"Xiaofeng is promising, my Jiang family has successors!"

Mr. Jiang opened his eyes and smiled.

His five sons are all talented in drawing gourds, he can learn as he teaches, but why is the cook so rigid and unflexible?

He originally thought that this would be the end of his life, that the Jiang family food would be broken in his own hands.

I didn't expect, I didn't expect that his grandson with average talent could still have such good fortune at the age of twenty.

Jiang Feng was stunned by his delving into vegetables!

It's good to be dazed, it's good to be dazed!

Jiang Weiguo still remembers when his father Jiang Chengde studied the dishes when he was a child, for ten days and a half months, he didn't think about the dishes, and he would cook the same dish in the kitchen all day long as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.

The more Jiang Weiguo thought about it, the more excited he became, and he said to Grandma Jiang, "Contact old man Wang tomorrow and ask his son to come and kill Dahua."

"Slaughter the big flower?" Grandma Jiang was taken aback, "Didn't you say to wait for the big flower to weigh 260 jin a few days ago before slaughtering it?"

"Don't wait, don't wait, wait until when it weighs 280 catties, and I will slaughter it tomorrow! The big flower grows well, the meat is well-proportioned, and it likes to move around at ordinary times. Butcher it and take it to City A, and give it to Xiaofeng. Make up." Jiang Weiguo said.

Now Grandma Jiang agreed: "Yes, Xiaofeng should make up for it. She's so thin, she doesn't look like a member of our Jiang family. Kui Jiankang is still a cook, and he raised our grandson to look like this."

"It's too thin. At least 40 catties must be gained. There must be meat on the shoulders, otherwise it won't work." Mr. Jiang is also thinking about how to make Jiang Feng fat by 40 catties and become a tall man who conforms to the Jiang family's aesthetics. fat.

"Will you take my two old hens with you?"

"Take it with you, bring the pickled game and the wild tea tree mushroom you harvested. By the way, didn't the mushrooms grow on the beams of the warehouse before? It's quite fat, and I'll take it with me when I pick it up later. , Jiankang said Xiaofeng made mushroom soup recently, bring him to cook the soup!"

The old man made a final decision.