Life is a Game

For lunch, I ate pig-killing dishes. Although it was not complete, it couldn't stand the old man's good craftsmanship.

A new pot of stewed white meat with sauerkraut and blood sausage, a platter of marinated pork offal, pot-wrapped meat, shredded meat, stir-fried lettuce and egg drop soup. Except for the stir-fried lettuce, all of them are served in large pots, and the taste is good, but the portion is also sufficient.

Jiang Jianshe loves pot-packed meat, but he is not good enough to cook the taste he wants. He can eat the old man's cooking during the Chinese New Year only once a year, so he naturally seizes the opportunity to eat pot-packed meat as a dish.

The pot-packed meat made by the old man is golden in color and sweet in taste, with only a hint of sourness. The overall sweetness is the mainstay. The meat is golden, and the prepared thickening juice is also yellowish and transparent. It looks like crystal clear amber from a distance when it is poured on the fried crispy meat. The tender green shallots are used as embellishments, and the appearance is definitely first-class.

Jiang Jianshe's eyes were straightened when he saw the potted meat, and his mouth was like a perpetual motion machine, chewing the potted meat all the time.

One inadvertently, half of the plate went into his stomach.

"Dad, save some for us!" Jiang Junqing was furious.

The law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest have always been the norm at the Jiang family dinner table, but that only applies to brothers. If the wife, children, and father have any objections, no matter how good their hands and mouth are, they will be willing to bow down.

"Okay, dad, don't eat, dad, eat, eat!" Jiang Jianshe went to eat with resentment.

Few people patronize the marinated fish platter, mainly because the marinated water has not been marinated for long enough, and it is purely served on the table to make up for it. After it has been marinated for two days, the marinade has completely seeped in, and the marinated water has become the color of brine. Very tasty. Even if you drink porridge in the morning, you can drink it happily with brine.

Jiang Feng ate absent-mindedly, thinking about the heat of the fried sugar all the time, and waited for him to recover and take a closer look.

The meat pot is empty.

Shredded meat, empty.

Sauerkraut and blood sausage stewed with white meat, the blood sausage is gone.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Are you devils?

Jiang Feng hadn't finished one bowl yet, and Jiang Jiankang was already on his way to the third bowl.

City Z is located in the south, even if Jiang's family has a stomach from the north, it is difficult to buy bowls from the north. However, Jiang's family likes to eat food, and their pursuit of food is only to order food or to fill their stomachs if there is not enough food, so there will not be a grand occasion where one person refills seven or eight times for a meal during the New Year.

As for whether the usual dishes are enough, it depends on the mood of the cook.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang. There were still 4 pieces of blood sausage in his father's bowl.

Jiang Jiankang was eating sauerkraut happily when he suddenly noticed that his son was staring at him. When he turned his head, he saw that there was nothing in Jiang Feng's bowl except white rice, and the chopsticks were not picking up vegetables in his hands.

"Cub, why are you in a daze, eat vegetables!" Jiang Jiankang said, and then glanced around the dining table.

Um……

"Eat lettuce, eat lettuce, don't you love lettuce the most?" Jiang Jiankang said.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

Jiang Feng continued to stare at the blood sausage in his father's bowl, without speaking, and strongly hinted.

Jiang Jiankang:?

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Looking at Jiang Jiankang's expression, Jiang Feng knew he understood, and said, "Dad, I haven't tasted the blood sausage made by grandpa today."

"Didn't you eat yesterday?" Jiang Jiankang opened his mouth and came.

"... That's different. Yesterday was yesterday, and today is today."

Jiang Jiankang was silent. There was nothing he could do. After all, he was his own son, and his father didn't teach him well because he was not good at grabbing food.

Sighing, Jiang Jiankang picked out a piece of blood sausage, pinched it off and pinched it off again, picked the smallest piece for Jiang Feng, and said earnestly, "Your grandpa's cooking is delicious today."

Jiang Feng:?

"Jiankang, give me a piece of blood sausage." Comrade Wang Xiulian spoke.

Jiang Jiankang gave Wang Xiulian the biggest blood sausage in his bowl on the spot, and asked courteously, "Honey, do you want more?"

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

O man!

"No, I'll just finish this bowl. Son, if you want it, Mom will give you half." Wang Xiulian asked.

"...Yes, thank you, Mom!"

Oh, myself.

After eating, it was a happy fat house time for everyone. The satisfaction brought by the full stomach made everyone not want to move, either going to the room or paralyzing in the yard.

"Xiaofeng, are you going to boil tender juice now?" Jiang Weiming asked after Yuemo rested for 30 to 40 minutes.

"Okay." Jiang Feng stood up. He didn't know if others were happy or not. His meal was not happy enough. Before he could eat a piece of blood sausage, he tasted some juice dipped in chopsticks.

Oh, yes, Comrade Jiang Jiankang was not happy either. A large piece of tender blood sausage given to his wife was taken away by his unlucky son.

Tender juice is when the rhubarb starts to bubble during the frying process. After pouring boiling water, it is no longer boiled. For Jiang Feng, who is always unable to grasp the correct heat in the final stage of sugar coloring, tender juice is easier than frying sugar color.

But it's only relative.

The tender juice made for the first time was a bit orange, Jiang Weiming didn't comment, but said to Jiang Feng, "Try it."

Jiang Feng dipped a little bit with his chopsticks.

It seems...a little sweet.

Jiang Feng was also not sure, hesitantly said: "Is it a bit sweet?"

"You still can't grasp the timing." Jiang Weiming said, "The bubbles in the pot haven't fully bubbled up, so you poured boiling water in a hurry. The more you fry the sugar, the darker the color, the more you fry the sweeter, the less seasoning. On the one hand, coloring is more important than seasoning, and if you look at the tender juice you boiled, the color is obviously wrong and not deep enough.”

"Stir-fried sugar is not only a test of sensation, but also a test of eyes and tongue. Come on, let me show you a demonstration. But your tender juice is indeed better than the color of sugar." Jiang Weiming said, and began to demonstrate in person.

Jiang Feng's tender juice boiled better than sugar color because he watched Jiang Jiankang survive. Authentic Kung Pao Chicken needs to be colored and seasoned with tender juice. Although there are rock sugar soy sauce and rock sugar dark soy sauce in the world that seem to replace tender juice and sugar color, if you want to pursue the authentic taste, you have to personally taste it. boil.

Of course, the kung pao chicken that Jiang Jiankang cooks for guests is all fried with ready-made condiments, and the nine-turn large intestines in the healthy stir-fry restaurant are made of pig intestines, which can be cut into one roll instead of a dozen pig intestines to make a plate. high-end version. Unless it was his own family, Jiang Jiankang never wanted to spend more time.

Jiang Feng had seen Jiang Jiankang's tender juice. In Jiang Feng's opinion, it was already very good, but it was far worse than what Jiang Weiming made today.

Jiang Weiming's movements were like clouds and flowing water. From the moment the sugar water was put into the pot, he had an idea in his mind, when to stir, when to pick goods, and when to heat the water out of the pot, without any hesitation and orderly. then break.

The color of the tender juice is not orange-red, slightly lighter, and a bit viscous, like diluted syrup. Jiang Feng tasted it, and it was still a little sweet, but not as exaggerated as the one he had made before.

No matter how ignorant Jiang Feng was, he could tell that this tender juice must be excellent for making Jiuzhuan large intestine.

"Do you understand?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"understood."

"Have you seen the meeting?" Jiang Weiming asked again.

"Uh..." Jiang Feng didn't dare to say that he knew it, his mind could see it, but sometimes his hands would have their own ideas.

"Okay, try again." Jiang Weiming didn't make it difficult for him, and handed the pot back to Jiang Feng.

*Guobaorou is really delicious, but unfortunately I don’t sell it hereˉˉ

Northerners have a big appetite. I only found out when I checked Weibo some time ago. As the number one in my family, I can eat up to 16 dumplings in one meal ○|￣|_