Life is a Game

I ate dumplings the next morning, and the leftovers from last night were not enough to eat. On the contrary, everyone enjoyed it, and everyone ate less to empty their stomachs, and it happened to eat more butcher dishes at noon.

The old man went into the kitchen to get busy after dinner, and Grandma Jiang planned to direct everyone around to ensure that everyone had something to do.

Jiang Feng was assigned to deal with the front-grooved pork. It was very simple, just wash and cut into pieces, and the old man had to come to roast the part himself. Jiang Jiankang was not allowed to intervene during the New Year, let alone Jiang Feng. Being able to cut meat was considered the first-class honor of his grandchildren, and the remaining knives were not allowed to be touched and could only be used for washing vegetables or cleaning.

Jiang Feng thought about how to tell the old man that he wanted to learn how to make silk yam all morning. In the end, thousands of words came together into one sentence.

"Grandpa, I want to learn how to fry sugar and draw silk!"

"Just stay and go." The old man was busy brazing the pig into the water, so he didn't have time to pay attention to him.

On the other hand, Jiang Weiming, who was marinating meat next to him, said happily, "Xiaofeng wants to make candied sweet potatoes?"

"Silk-drawn yam," Jiang Feng said.

"Third brother, don't listen to his nonsense. He has one idea every day. The day before yesterday, he wanted to learn how to open the back shrimp with garlic, and he wanted to reach the sky all day long." Jiang Weiguo didn't think so, and continued to stare at the pot.

"It's a bit early to cook seafood, but Xiaofeng's heat is in place, so you can learn to fry sugar and shred it." Jiang Weiming said, rubbing the meat in the basin a few times.

Jiang Weiguo was silent, and thought for a while: "It's almost the same. If you want to learn, you can learn. Your third grandfather's silk drawing skills are better than mine. You can use the gas stove."

"Come on, third grandpa will teach you." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, "Little brother, come and see the meat in ten minutes."

"Jiankang, come over and look at this meat. After marinating, cut it into strips and steam it on the steamer." The old man said, asking Jiang Jiankang to take the meat over.

Frying sugar is an experience-based job, which belongs to the category of practice makes perfect. There are skills, but generally there will not be too many accidents in the process of frying sugar. As long as the timing is grasped, the quality of the finished product will not be too bad.

White sugar and rock sugar are fine, it's just a matter of taste.

Cheng Chengjiang Feng had already seen the point of being familiar with the conversation in the video teaching, but after looking at it, it was another matter to do it by himself.

Only fry the sugar without pulling the shreds. If you want to fry the sugar color, you need to stir continuously when the color of the sugar water gradually changes from light yellow to golden and finally to the jujube color. When it reaches the jujube color, add hot water and boil it slowly. The sweetness of the final product will be reduced but the aroma will be strong. It can be used to make fish and meat, and it can be used to color and enhance the flavor. It can be regarded as a rather ancient method of seasoning and coloring meat dishes.

Jiang Weiming just said that there was no demonstration, and Jiang Feng cooked a plate of finished products according to what he said.

The color was very dark, with a hint of black in the bay red, and a strong caramel smell. It looked very successful, but Jiang Feng felt that something was wrong.

"You made a mistake when adding water." Jiang Weiming looked at the finished product and said calmly, "You added it a bit late, but it's a small problem. You didn't feel it, and it was confiscated when it should be collected in the end. The fried sugar color is finally used for braised in soy sauce For fish and pork chops, the color is very important, and your color is obviously darker."

"Come again."

Jiang Feng made one after another, and Jiang Weiming could find faults in every one. There are three stages of frying sugar, shredded, tender juice and sugar color. Jiang Feng has to learn all of them if he wants to learn.

I made 7 copies in one morning, and the problems in each copy were very similar. It can be said that there was almost no progress. Jiang Weiming was still not angry, but only pointed out his problem after Jiang Feng had finished it last night.

This is completely opposite to Jiang Weiguo's teaching method. It would be okay if Jiang Feng Qifen made seven mistakes, but Qifen just made those few mistakes over and over without repenting. If Jiang Weiguo was standing next to Jiang Feng at this time, the vegetable washing basin might have knocked him on the head.

"It's okay, we've made a lot of progress, come again," Jiang Weiming said.

He has taught Jiang Weiwei, who is ten times and a hundred times less talented than Jiang Feng, for more than ten years, and he has developed patience. It can be said that even if he is asked to teach Pan Ling to cook sheep soup, he can still be calm.

Moreover, Jiang Weiming did feel that Jiang Feng had made progress.

Frying sugar takes time, and the feel is very important. It was obviously the first time for Jiang Feng to learn it. He was new to his hands. It is considered pretty good to be able to make this look. Only those with solid basic skills can do it.

But Jiang Feng didn't know the twists and turns. Jiang Weiming's gentleness put him under much greater pressure than Jiang Weiguo, who was always irritable in the kitchen, because he could feel Jiang Weiming's always kind smile and gentle tone. Full of anticipation and that trace of hidden anxiety.

An elder's expectation and love for you are always so heavy.

Jiang Feng was a little anxious.

The eighth time the car overturned directly, and the finished product was a little black.

Jiang Weiguo just finished his work, so he came over to take a look, and scolded mercilessly: "What kind of stuff you boiled, it's almost boiled, and you don't even eat it to color the dishes."

Jiang Feng found miraculously that the pressure on his heart was reduced a lot after being scolded by the old man.

"Xiaofeng was okay the first few times, but it's hard to concentrate after a long time. I'm going to have lunch soon, take a break. You don't have to cook it until it's sugary in the afternoon, just boil it until it's tender." Jiang Weiming comforted, "In the evening, your grandfather will Make Jiuzhuan large intestine, just in time to make tender juice for your grandpa."

Jiang Weiguo looked at Jiang Feng's previous finished products again, and the last few plates were still not poured, so he didn't scold him this time: "So your father didn't teach you?"

"No." Jiang Feng replied honestly.

"I didn't expect you to have a bit of talent in this area. Your third grandpa taught you better than me." Did the old man praise Jiang Feng a few words, "Okay, listen to your third grandpa, you go and watch your grandma and don't let her work , she has been suffering from rheumatism for the past two days and is not able to touch the water, you let her rest."

Grandma Jiang has a little rheumatism but it's not serious.

With the old man's order, Jiang Feng took off his apron and became a supervisor.

Supervising grandma is not allowed to work.

For this reason, Jiang Feng was talked about by his grandma for a long time.

Jiang Feng: ┐(-｀)┌

*I don't have feelings, and I don't have to save manuscripts. The leader of the dead house, Jia Geng, owes two days first, and I will make it up when I code it out.

I don’t know much about culture and common sense. The Taifeng Building I made up is actually one of the eight famous buildings in Kyoto ∑(°Д°)

I'm sorry for the founder Shandong Haiyin Sun, this is a parallel world, there are no ten halls, eight buildings, eight residences, and eight springs, yes, that's it (\u003ew\u003c*)