Chapter 77： Tofu box

"Jiang Huiqin? She's your aunt, didn't your grandfather tell you?" Jiang Weiming asked back.

"No, no, I mean, I said, no. What I want to say is that the aunt's youngest son is one of the teachers who taught me in our school. The two of us only met a while ago." Jiang Feng almost Go around.

"Your auntie is still alive!" Jiang Weiming was almost excited to shoot the case. "How is she now? Where is she? Have you been through these years?"

"Grandma has died for thirty or forty years." Jiang Feng poured cold water on Jiang Weiming. "Grandma also died a few days ago because of stomach cancer. All they left was Professor Li, the youngest son of grandma and His wife is two. "

"This is so." Jiang Weiming was a little lost, and felt that he was whimsical. It is a gift from heaven that he can live to this age. How can he expect every relative to live as long as him? In fact, the youngest brother is still the greatest comfort to him.

At least he has relatives besides his sons and daughters living in this world.

"Uncle Tai died before letting Professor Li give me a deed." Jiang Feng said carefully.

"If your aunt is giving it to you, you can take it with ease." Jiang Weiming didn't know why.

"It's Taifeng Tower." Jiang Feng said, "My aunt gave me Taifeng Tower."

The expression on Weijiang Weiming's face was frozen for a moment, as if it had been still for half of the time. After a long time, he moved his lips and asked, "Beiping ... Taifeng House?"

Qi Jiangfeng nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it is the original Taifeng Building in Peiping."

"It was not destroyed or demolished?" Jiang Weiming trembled, his voice even choked.

"Yes, in the 37th year of the Republic of China, Tai Aunt went back to buy Taifeng House. Over the years, Grand Aunt Tai has kept him and has been doing maintenance. Although it is a bit run-down, it is exactly the same as that year." Jiang Feng said.

Wei Jiang Weiming did not know what kind of mood to face.

That was Taifeng Tower, which was defeated from his grandfather. His father had been thinking about it all his life, and he never missed it on the way to escape. It was the greatest glory of the Jiang family. It was also famous in Peiping. It was the hard work of his father and the place where he and his brothers thought they would fight for a lifetime.

For so many years, first it was because of inconvenience of transportation, and then it was because I was older. After the destruction of Peiping City that year, he never returned to Peiping, nor hoped that the Jiang family could buy back Taifeng House.

He thought that Taifeng Building would be destroyed in the war or demolished like many old buildings.

He didn't think of it, and he didn't dare to think about it, Taifeng Tower could still be kept to this day, and ...

Taifeng Tower is back, and Taifeng Tower belongs to the Jiang family again.

Weijiang Weiming cried, no sound, only tears, flowing down his gully face.

"Three grandpas ..."

"It's okay, Grandpa Three is just happy." Jiang Weiming touched his tears and looked at Jiang Feng with a smile. "Xiao Feng, you must study hard and run the Taifeng Building as well as your grandfather, let the whole Peking, the whole country The whole world knows Taifeng House, and they all know that this is the Taifeng House of the Jiang family. "

看着 He looked at Jiang Feng and said what his father had said to them.

"Leave, Grandpa San cooks dishes for you, but do n’t eat Sichuan dishes. Grandpa San cooks Lu dishes for you!" Jiang Weiming revived, put the kimchi back in his bag, picked up his cloth bag, and pulled Jiang Feng away Small shop.

Weijiang Weijiang pulled Jiang Feng and went to his apprentice's house in a frantic manner.

The chef's business is very important to the relationship between master and apprentice. Generally, he does not accept apprentices easily, most of them are inherited by his father and his father. They are handed down from generation to generation like Jiang family and Wu family. Accepting an apprentice is equivalent to accepting a son, and admiring a teacher is equivalent to recognizing a second father. It may not be so exaggerated now, but when Jiang Weiming accepted the apprentice, it was like this.

His apprentice was named Jiang Jianjian, and he was talented. When he first accepted him, he had changed his name to Jiang Yuanchao. It was because of his name that he accepted him. Jiang Sanjie is more than thirty years younger than Jiang Weiming and younger than Jiang Weiming's sons. He retired only a few years ago.

Qiu Jiang Weiming took Jiang Feng to Jiang's health home.

Ginger is healthy and fat, which is in line with Uncle Benshan's thick outline of the husband's big neck. Although Jiang Weiming didn't say hello in advance, Jiang Sanitary has respectfully invited him into the door and said happily, "Master, why do you suddenly think of the provincial capital, this one?"

"He is my nephew. I met on the first day today. I will borrow your kitchen to cook a meal for my nephew." Jiang Weiming opened his door and saw the mountain.

"Nephew? Congratulations, Master, the kitchen is a little dirty before cleaning. Master, take a cup of tea and sit and wait." Jiang Jiehong shouted in the room: "Brother, wife, come out soon, Master is here to use the kitchen, let's quickly Go clean it! "

Jiang San's wife was as rich as he was, and they cleaned the kitchen neatly. Jiang San asked diligently: "Master, what would you like to do, chop the fish head with pepper? Would you like me to buy the fish head now? ? "

"My nephew cannot eat spicy food, I will make two Lu dishes for him." Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Sanitary is more excited: "Okay, I will give you a hand."

"I'm here, too." Jiang Feng said in a hurry, and introduced himself to Jiang Sanitary by the way: "Hello Grandpa Jiang, my name is Jiang Feng."

"Grandpa, it's all bad grades, you just call me Jiang Bo! Xiao Feng, do you usually cook?" Jiang Sanjian said cheerfully.

"My family runs a small restaurant. I usually help in the back kitchen." Jiang Feng said.

On the way, Jiang Weiming introduced Jiang Feng to Jiang Feng. Although he was talented, he was a kitchen lover, willing to endure hardships, and willing to learn everything, but because he lacked the most critical talent for cooking, he was only a good one in his life Ordinary chef.

In the years that Jiang Weiming taught, he can still make a little progress. He has been standing still for so many years since he left Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming is going to cook in person now. He is just as excited as the new apprentice who is the chef.

There are basically two bedrooms in the Jiangjiang Sanitary Kitchen. They were specially renovated by the master decorator. The cooking seasonings and ingredients are very complete. They are comparable to hotel kitchens and are not like ordinary kitchens.

Qiu Jiang Weiming took the green beans, fungus, and a few pieces of tofu he could see, and let Jiang San take pork, chicken, ham, dried shrimp, and dried scallops.

Looking at these ingredients, Jiang Feng guessed what Jiang Weiming wanted to do.

He wants to make a tofu box!

The steps of this dish are cumbersome, the ingredients are very flexible, each method has its own flavor, and Boshan Tofu Box is the most famous. Jiang Feng remembered that the old man had done it a long time ago, but only once, his father Jiang Jiankang would not do it. One reason was that it would not be sold in the store, and the other was that his father did not like tofu.

Qiu Jiangwei will be old next year. Jiang Feng and Jiang San will do the washing and chopping stuffing. He is responsible for the main steps.

三 Tofu is cut off three sides, wrapped in dried starch and fried in a 70% hot oil pan. When fried, keep tossing the tofu, so that the tofu is golden on all sides. Jiang Weiming was frying tofu, Jiang Feng and Jiang San were chopping the meat next to it. The meat was good, but the tendons inside the chop were not easy to pick. Jiang San was afraid that Jiang Feng would not pick clean and finally affected the taste. He wanted to help, but found that Jiang Feng's knife is better than himself Okay, just talk about him.

"Xiao Feng's knife is pretty good, how old is he to learn to cook!"

"More than four years old." Jiang Feng said.

"It's very early." Jiang Sanjian sighed. "I'm late. I just started to learn from Master after graduating from high school. The talent is not good. It's the same for so many years. I have nothing to do with it."

"No shame." Jiang Weiming said, "You are willing to learn and willing to endure hardships, better than those who are gifted but lazy. My two sons are not willing to learn, you are willing, you are more filial than my two sons, you are not Shame me. "

Qi Jiangfeng was surprised to find that Jiang Sanjie was a little blushed.

I was really shy by accident.

After the tofu is fried, cut it while it is still hot, leaving only a trace of skin connected, dig out the tofu inside, and it looks like a box.

Digging tofu is not difficult, but it is a delicate job. Jiang Weiming moves slowly. It took more than ten minutes to dig out three tofu boxes. Then I started frying the stuffing, and put out the tofu with Jiang Feng and **** sanitary ingredients, stir fry on the fire, and finally fill the fried stuffing back into the tofu box.

"Is there any broth?" Jiang Weiming asked.

有 "Yes, in the refrigerator, I'll get it." Jiang Sanjian went to get the broth, and he took a large bowl and brought it to Jiang Weiming. "Master, is this OK?"

The soup was cold. Jiang Weiming took the spoon and nodded, and let him go to heat the soup.

Wei Jiang Weiming put it in a steamer and steamed it on a high fire. There was no special topping. It seemed to be ready to be poured directly into the broth.

Sure enough, after the tofu box was steamed, Jiang Weiming took out the tofu that had been restored to tenderness, poured a spoonful of broth, and the dishes were done.

Although the **** is just as good as a knife, this pot of soup is still good.

"Come, Xiaofeng, hygienic, try it while you are hot. Hygienic, call out Zhang Li to eat together." Jiang Weiming said.

"Ah, Master, don't you eat?" Jiang Sanitary was a little surprised, he was just about to give half of his own to his wife.

Qijiang Weiming made three in total.

"My age, I can't eat such stubborn stuff." Jiang Weiming said, "I'll make a slice of sweet potato, Xiaofeng, would you like me to give you another bowl of noodles?"

"No more, no more." Jiang Feng Lianlian refused, and he ate a large bowl of fat sausage powder in these short hours ~ www.novelhall.com ~ a bowl of Long Chaoshou and two bunches of sugar and oil fruit, if he eats again He was afraid that he would have to go to the hospital to wash his stomach like Liu Qian.

Wei Jiang Weiming returned to the kitchen to continue cooking.

卫生 Jiang ’s wife Zhang Li is also a wonderful person. When she wants to help, she comes out to help, and the rest of the time she goes back to the room without talking. Jiang Jie called her to eat and she went out to eat beautifully.

Weijiang Weiming's tofu box is made more delicious than the old man Jiang Feng remembers. Jiang Weiming has been in Sichuan for so many years and has been cooking Sichuan cuisine. Even Jiang Sanitary didn't know he was an authentic Lu cuisine chef.

Although Jiang Weiming has not been cooking for many years, Jiang Weiming is Jiang Weiming after all, and it was Jiang Weiming who taught for more than ten years.

"I didn't expect Master to make tofu like this, Xiaofeng, do you know what this dish is called?" Jiang Sanjie took a bite of the tofu box and looked satisfied.

"Tofu box, famous dish of Shandong cuisine." Jiang Feng said.

"I didn't expect Master Lu Cai to do so well, so why didn't he see him make it?" Jiang Sanitary looked regretful and felt that he had missed a lot these years.

Min Jiangfeng: ...

I honestly, since he came to Shudi, I haven't seen many other restaurants. Even Lanzhou ramen and S County snacks have only seen two.

Think about it this way, Jiang Jiacai emphasized Lu cuisine. Jiang Weiming had forced himself into a Sichuan cuisine master in Shudi for so many years, and it really hurt him.

* I am a soul-cooking enthusiast who cuts vegetables terribly and burns fish. All the dishes I write are from Du Niang, basically I haven't eaten it all by imagination. So if you have some dishes that readers have eaten or will make, but what I write is not the same as the actual one, please ignore ∠ (? '' ∠) _ [all parallel dishes of parallel time and space (? ￣? ￣?)]