Chapter 82： Kung Pao Chicken

Qijiang Feng suddenly remembered a dish.

Gong Bao chicken.

Unlike most flower-raised rabbits, the first dish they cook is often tomato scrambled eggs. The first dish of Jiang Fengyao is gongbao chicken.

I was in his first year.

As a difficult home-cooked dish, Jiang Gongbao Diced Chicken, Jiang Feng was her own diner when she first cooked it, and she almost cried.

盘 That pan of Gongbao chicken was dumped secretly by Jiang Feng, never mentioning it.

老 At that time, the old man was not allowed to touch the pot, but he had already practiced swordsmanship for six or seven years at that time, and was in the period of rebellion. Jiang Jiankang's favorite dish is chicken kung pao. Healthy diners often order it. Although no one has taught Jiang Feng, he has learned a little by watching how much Jiang Jiankang does every day.

The younger version of Jiang Feng, a young man who was young and a little bit secondary in the second year, felt that the chickens in the palace were only arrogant. With his own talents, he was not convinced. Then he gave him a loud slap and let him cut vegetables honestly.

The first dish people make is always difficult to let go. Even if Jiang Feng never mentions it, no one knows it. In the three years of high school where he gave up cooking, he often met Jiang Jiankang ’s roasted chicken in the back kitchen. Ding, he will look subconsciously and observe.

Qi Jiangfeng thank you very carefully. It seems that I didn't know anything except the first time. After burning a plate of chicken with gongbao, I never made this dish again.

Not only because Jiang Jiankang couldn't get him to stir-fry the Kung Pao chicken, but also because the kung pao chicken he cooked himself was the worst dish he had eaten before going to college.

The taste really impressed him and was unforgettable.

After I also went to the A University, Jiang Feng only knew what someone was outside. There was a sky outside, as long as the master of the cafeteria thought, it would be easier to burn a hundred times more than his kung pao chicken.

"Grandpa, did the chicken stew?" Jiang Feng looked up abruptly. If the chicken is out of the pot, there will be only Kung Pao and no chicken.

"Not yet, isn't it in the basin? When the two dishes are ready, stew." The old man said, he was guarding the trotters and had no time to handle the remaining chicken.

It's dangerous, otherwise Grandma would have to sacrifice another chicken.

还有 There is also a gas stove in the kitchen. Fortunately, there is also a gas stove. It is really difficult to grasp the fire with the earth stove Jiang Feng.

Minjiang Maple cut two or two chicken breasts, diced, wrapped in egg liquid, sprinkled with a little pepper, an appropriate amount of cooking wine and starch, massaged the chicken, wrapped them well, and marinated in a bowl.

枫 Jiang Feng was a little bit vacant when he was feeding. There were two main reasons for his unsuccessful failure: one was the heat, and the other was the random addition when feeding.

I don't have a lot in my heart, I don't have a degree on my hand. The dishes prepared are sour, sweet, bitter, salty, and tasteless, but they are not for humans.

After simmering for more than ten minutes, Jiang Feng felt that the chicken **** were almost.

Heat the pan and pour the oil. When the pot started to smoke white, Jiang Feng poured the chicken **** on time, fry it over high heat, and remove it as soon as it was cooked.

Re-boil a pot of hot oil and add the condiments to be fried. Jiang Jiankang's Kung Pao Chicken is sweet, and Jiang Feng has learned to make it sweet too. He is afraid of adding bad food to the sugar, and Jiang Feng was afraid when he added the ingredients.

Stir-fry for two minutes. Pour in the chicken, add cooking wine, soy sauce, raw soy sauce, and salt. Stir in the same fire until the chicken is evenly fleshed and flavoured. Serve on a plate.

[A plate of nondescript Kung Pao chicken]

Nonsense?

Qiu Jiangfeng tasted chopsticks, and it was indeed a bit of an asshole.

Because it was a little daunting when it was being cut, it was sweet or not salty or salty. It was not unpalatable when it was unpalatable, which was the normal level of the school cafeteria.

My grandfather's maple hooves also came to a critical moment. He asked Jiang Jiankang to add firewood to the stove to make the fire bigger, so that the marinade was thick and tightly packed with pork feet.

The fish **** were almost at the same time when the trotters were out of the pan.

If it is an ordinary family meal, the old man will not put the plate on. Fill the plate with the soup and drink it. If you don't put it on the plate, it will taste the same. The grandfather never spends more time with his children and grandchildren.

But today is different. Today ’s dishes are not for Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Feng ’s unsuccessful children and grandchildren. They are specially cooked for Jiang Weiming!

Jiaojiang dishes are also very particular.

The beautiful display can make people look at it from a distance. Without appetite, there is appetite. Who calls humans all visual animals?

No matter what it is, even if it is a vegetable, it looks good and has advantages.

Xun Jun did not see the fried yam with blueberry juice in A's canteen. In fact, the taste was not as bad as those of his classmates. Compared with other dark dishes in A's, it was considered good, because everyone looked at the dark dishes every day.

Amaranth is ready, Jiang Jiandang has not come yet, Jiang Jiankang reminded Jiang Weiguo with a cheeky smile: "Dad, the second brother said in the WeChat group that he and the second wife were on their way."

怎么 "Why? I have to wait for my son to eat chopsticks when I'm eating." The old man glanced at Jiang Jiankang.

"How is it possible, wait for the second brother and the second lover to do something, Xiaofeng, go, and go to dinner with me!" Jiang Jiankang immediately changed his mouth.

On the dinner table, everyone waited for Jiang Weiming to move the chopsticks first.

Xi Feng's hoof has been cut open, Jiang Weiming stretched out his chopsticks and clamped a small piece of the inner meat, dipping it in a little sauce, and tasted it.

"The oil film of the marinade has not gone clean."

"Not completely steamed, the juice has not penetrated."

"You shouldn't add lily."

Wei Jiang Weiming clamped another fish ball and took a bite: "The meat is not tight enough."

"You're sick again, the timing is not right."

Wei Jiang Weiming scooped a spoonful of tofu: "This is okay, but you use the wrong ham."

I actually picked up a lot of problems.

"Only the third brother, you can taste these problems, these little cubs, one by one will not eat anything." Jiang Weiguo said helplessly, hate iron is not steel.

Qiujiang Feng tasted a bite of Fengying Ding.

It's delicious and nothing wrong.

I tried another bite of fish ball, it was delicious, no problem.

I ate another piece of tofu, it was so delicious, there was nothing wrong with it.

Finally eating my own Kung Pao chicken, hey, now I can pick up the fault!

"This Kung Pao chicken is made by Xiao Feng!" Jiang Weiming tasted the chicken with a smile, and said, "Yes, Jiang Feng's knife work is very good."

"It's okay, the seasoning is a bit lacking."

"Exercise."

Min Jiangfeng: ...

Well, the three grandpas doubled a little bit seriously.

But Jiang Feng also really knows the cooking talents and skills of the Jiang family of the grandfather's generation. It stands to reason that Jiang Weiming's taste has been seriously degraded, but he can still pick out Jiang Weiming's dishes with just one taste. However, Jiang Feng could not eat anything.

I asked him to evaluate these three dishes, that is, it was delicious, it was delicious, it was too delicious.

Speech is so scarce that people want to cry.

If you want to be a top cooking expert, you must eat it first. The reason why the old man has been angry with Jiang Jianguo for many years is because he is the one that most brothers will eat. He has a talent but wants to be a tailor. He also gives the old man hope and disappoints the old man. Means.

Min Jiangfeng gave a glance at his father and mother.

The ravioli was very good. They had a good time eating the maple tincture, and neither of them had any problems.

In order to express my enthusiasm for the hard-boiled cooking of the old man, Jiang Jiankang ate 6 bowls of rice and Wang Xiulian ate 4 bowls of rice. If it wasn't for the Jiang Jiandang couple who caught up with this meal, the last dish and soup would be separated by the tail. His parents can eat at least two more bowls.

Grandpa Yun and Jiang Weiming went into the room to speak ~ www.novelhall.com ~ It wasn't long before Da Lao came to his second son.

Grandpa 几乎 hardly waited so he did not inherit the Jiang family's traditional kitchen son. When he taught his son, he even planned the kitchen positions for them. I knew that one would be a cook, and the remaining four ran away.

Just know, Jiang Jiandang has stayed in City Z for a few months.

The old man went to City A to teach Jiang Feng. Even if he did n’t wait to see the other sons, anyway, Jiang Feng ’s uncles were thick-skinned. At dinner, he took the whole family and carried the supplements, clothes, tea, and even the old man bought. It ’s vegetables bought in the vegetable market. The good name is that I came to see my dad with filial piety, but it just happened to catch up with the meal. The old man could n’t bombard them all.

And the old man is a typical oral suspect with integrity. He says he ca n’t wait to see his sons. Every time he cooks more than eight dishes, the rice is cooked on a barrel.

I only have two members of Jiang Jiandang, who really didn't have a meal except summer vacation.

As soon as Father 爷 came back, the couple ran to the country diligently, and then they were driven back that day without a meal.

Qi Jiang Weiming was in the room and saw Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang chatting outside the window from the window. They couldn't help laughing and said, "You two sons have a good relationship."

"The two have a normal relationship. The second child and the oldest person have the best relationship. The third child and the fifth child have a good relationship. The fourth child has a good relationship with anyone." Jiang Weiguo knows his son very well.

"It's pretty good." Jiang Weiming sighed, remembering his two sons, "much better than the two uncontested things in my family."

My brother is against the wall. He has no control.

"Every family has a difficult scripture!" Jiang Weiming sighed.