Chapter 42： Capricorn

"Add ... Add Day Lily!" Liu Qian hesitated.

"Daylily?" Daylily is delicious, and it is really a good seasoning.

"My family's stew soup, what chicken soup, pork rib soup, seaweed soup are added with day lily, why, president you want to cook soup?" Liu Qian's eyes brightened, and she smiled, "Cook me, please remember to drink!"

Qi Jiangfeng nodded.

决定 He decided to wait for two pots of soup, one day with day lily and one day without adding, and finally taste the test and decide which one to use.

I spent the afternoon cooking in the back kitchen, Jiang Feng finally chose the soup with daylily, although it was not so good.

[A pot of too long cooking time, radish cut off, unevenly cut mushroom odor, and soup]

According to Jiang Huiqin's steps, Jiang Feng made the clear soup Liu Ye Yan Cai again, and the evaluation was still F grade.

I tasted it, and it turned out to be F-class unpleasant. Jiang Feng silently poured it into the bucket of puppets.

Sure enough ... Is it my own skill in making soup?

Even with the addition of white radish and day lily, the taste of the mushrooms is still very abrupt, and Jiang Feng always feels that it is almost something.

What is it almost?

Add more corn?

Add some melon?

How about some potatoes?

You can add so many things to make assorted vegetable soup, which is basically out of the scope of mushroom soup.

Add something?

In the next few days, these five words have been lingering in Jiang Feng's heart. Every day, I wondered what to add to the soup to suppress the taste of the mushrooms, not even the vegetables. One pot, one pot of soup, all day long. Staring at the soup pot on the stove.

He has confirmed that the essence of Jiang Huiqin's version of the clear soup willow leaf amaranth is in the mushroom soup, and the improvement of this dish can be completed when he cooks a suitable mushroom soup.

I even got a little bit of a monster.

After two weeks, Jiang Feng's soup-making technology has improved a lot, but the soup is still difficult to say.

He put Pleurotus ostreatus, Flammulina velutipes, Crab Flavor Mushroom, Pleurotus eryngii, White Jade Mushroom, Xiuzhen Mushroom, Tea Tree Mushroom, Agaricus bisporus, Shiitake Mushroom, Slide Mushroom, Tricholoma Mushroom, Hericium Mushroom, Bailing Mushroom, Shiitake Mushroom, Flower Mushroom, Straw Mushroom After trying it one by one, the smell of mushrooms permeated the back kitchen all the time, and even Jiang Jiankang's fried dishes had a hint of mushroom flavor. And the soup he cooked was also used by Comrade Wang Xiulian to send it to customers. Many customers have already reported to Ji Yue that the recent soup sent is difficult to drink.

Qiujiang Feng was cleaning Flammulina velutipes.

洗 He washed very carefully, soaked repeatedly with water, and each one was rubbed carefully.

Minjiang Jiankang cut vegetables absently while observing Jiang Feng carefully.

He doesn't think his son has been very normal lately.

It seems that it is on the mushroom bar, and cook the mushroom soup every day from morning to night. At night, use one of the pots of mushroom soup to make that strange white fungus quail egg lunch meat dish.

Should n’t he go to the temple and ask his son to get back an evil spell?

Wang Xiulian, carrying a pot of violently washed vegetables, walked to Jiang Jiankang, placed the pot on the table, and the solid wooden table shook.

"What happened to my son recently?" Wang Xiulian asked with a low voice.

Qijiang Jiankang shook his head: "I heard that there is a special spirit of Fu in a nearby temple, should we go to Xiaofeng for an exorcism?"

"What nonsense, you are evil!" Wang Xiulian glanced at Jiang Jiankang and carefully looked at Jiang Feng. "I still call Dad over and let Dad look."

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

"Isn't my cooking skill better than you? Xiao Feng cooks this mushroom soup every day. Will it be good for Dad to come and help him prepare the soup?" Wang Xiulian poured out the dishes and went back to the dish with a large empty dish. Remember to call! "

Although Jiang Jiankang finds it more useful to ask for a charm in the temple, his wife can't help but listen to her. She still puts down a kitchen knife and calls Father Jiang.

After listening to Jiang Jiankang's description of Jiang Feng, Father Jiangjiang was silent for a long time and promised to find time to go to City A.

Grandma hung up the phone, and Grandpa Jiang rushed to Grandma Jiang in a full-hearted cry: "Wife, take out the bottle of wine from my storage cabinet!"

"What wine do you take during the day? Drink and drink. Have you cooked your pig food? Have your dishes been washed? Have the yard been swept away?" Grandma Jiang heard Huangmei in the room and roared back with a loud voice.

Mr. Qiujiang was not angry when he was roared. He went to get the wine cheerfully, poured a small glass, and sat slowly at the table.

I closed my eyes, and Grandpa Jiang sang an tune that was out of tune.

Grandma Qijiang came out of the house and prepared to drink wine for Grandpa Jiang. Seeing that he was already drinking and still humming Xiaoqu, he knew that he was in a good mood and asked, "Who just called, so happy?"

He said, Grandma Jiang went to the kitchen and brought him a small dish of peanuts.

"Xiao Feng is getting better, I have someone from the Jiang family!"

Old Master Jiang opened his eyes and laughed.

五个 His five sons are all gifted to make gourds. How he teaches is how to learn ~ www.novelhall.com ~ But why is the cook so rigid?

He thought that this would be the case in this life, and Jiang Jiacai broke into his own hands.

I didn't expect, I didn't expect, his gifted grandson can still have this fortune when he is twenty years old.

Qiu Jiangfeng This is a delicacies learned from studying vegetables!

Magic is good, magic is good!

Wei Jiang Weiguo still remembered that when his father Jiang Chengde was studying dishes in his childhood, ten days and a half months ago, he didn't think about the rice, and he cooked the same dish in the kitchen just like Zhongxie.

Qi Jiang Weiguo grew more and more excited, and said to Grandma Jiang: "Contact the old man tomorrow and ask his son to come and kill the big flowers."

"Slaughtered the big flower?" Grandma Jiang stunned, "when you said the big flower was 260 pounds a few days ago, didn't you say that it would be 280 pounds before it was slaughtered?"

"Wait, wait. When it ’s 280 pounds, you have to wait until when it ’s time to kill it! The big flower grows well, the meat is well-proportioned, and you love to move it. Take it to city A and give it to Xiaofeng. Make up. "Jiang Wei National Road.

Grandma Xiajiang agreed: "Yes, Xiaofeng should make up for it, so thin, she looks like our Jiang family, but Jianjian Kang is still a cook, and we have brought our grandson into this look."

"It's too thin. It must be at least 40 pounds long. There must be meat on this arm, otherwise the spoon is not enough." Father Jiang was also wondering how to feed Jiang Feng with 40 pounds of fat into a tall man in line with the aesthetics of the Jiang family. fat.

"Would you like to bring the two old hens I have?"

"Bring it with you. Bring the game that was marinated before, as well as the wild tea tree mushrooms you harvested. By the way, is n’t there a mushroom on the warehouse beam before? It ’s fat, I ’ll bring it when I pick it up Jian Kang said that Xiaofeng had recently made mushroom soup and brought him to make soup! "

The old man gave his final word.