v2 Chapter 110： I can't think of it again

I waited more than 20 minutes, and Jiang Feng felt that the braised pork was almost ready to be cooked.

The sauce has been completely soaked in pork belly, most of the fat has been stewed, and the large pork belly in the pot looks oily, although it can be scattered without a light poke with chopsticks To the point, but the touch is also soft enough.

A small piece is clamped, and the fat is moderate. The entrance of the fat is disconnected from the lean meat. You can slide it into the esophagus with a little swallowing. Because of the addition of a little sugar, chew it carefully and it is slightly sweet.

On this dish, Jiang Feng is confident that even the old man can't fault it.

Finally, steam the eggs and put the bowl containing the egg liquid into the pot. You do n’t need to worry about it. Jiang Feng took the time to steal a few mouthfuls of food first. Although these dishes are large, they are all packed in extra large plates, but he feels He couldn't win the cousins ​​at the table. If the grandfather saw that he was not full, the stew with a smell of death would be his.

In order not to eat stew, everyone will do their best to feed themselves in the shortest possible time.

Fengjiang Feng was eating with a bite of food, and Jiang Zaide stepped in and asked, "Xiao Feng is almost twelve o'clock your food ... Well, you're stealing."

"What's stealing?" Jiang Feng swallowed the vegetables in his mouth quickly. Anyway, he couldn't tell how much he had eaten on such a large plate. "How can a chef taste salty?"

"Did you see that I ate a lot? I ate two bites and tasted salty!" Jiang Feng's face was full.

As a chef, I tasted the saltiness of the dish for 10 minutes.

Minjiang Zaide believes his gossip for a while: "How's it, I heard that you have been pressed by your grandfather for a few months, and you won't get burned this time? Hey, let me taste the meat!"

Min Jiangfeng: ...

Minjiang Zaide said, he went to take chopsticks, stood in front of a large pot of braised pork and began to eat.

"Well, it's okay, no focus." A piece.

"I'll take a look at the fat." Two pieces.

"Nice, quite soft, not greasy." Three.

"I'll be thin again." Four.

"Thin is okay." Five.

"Let me taste a big one." Six.

"The big one is a bit uninteresting. I'll try the smaller one." Seven yuan.

"Small, good, 诶 This fat and thin look looks okay." Eight.

"Let's take a look again ..." Jiang Zaide tried to pinch the ninth piece and was chopped off by Jiang Feng.

"No more tasting, not allowed to taste, the hibiscus steamed eggs are better, the dishes are all together, let's bring them together." Jiang Feng interrupted Jiang Zai Deming's stealthily eating, opened the lid, hibiscus steamed It's already steamed, and it will grow old again.

Jiang Zaide is a bit disappointed. Stealing braised pork is always better than the food on the table, but he still affirmed Jiang Feng's current cooking skills: "Xiao Feng, your braised pork is okay and fast. Catch up with my dad. Well, this egg looks good, I'll help you taste the salty. "

He said he was going to get a spoon.

Minjiang Feng grabbed the spoon: "On this bowl, I steamed it for Grandpa."

Minjiang Zaide had to give up and serve together.

Twenty-five dishes served, although small in number, they are full and look good.

Grandpa's presbyopia is serious, squinting and looking at it for a long time: "Isn't this dish cooked by daughter-in-law?"

"It's Xiao Feng." Tian Lin laughed. "Dad, Xiao Feng said that he practiced at home for a long time just to cook this stew for you today. You see, braised pork, eggplant, cabbage and tofu. Look It smells good and smells good. "

"Good boy, I also cooked rice for Grandpa deliberately, good boy!" Grandpa was too happy to shut up. "Oh, how about stew, daughter-in-law, please bring the stew and give Xiaofeng the bowl of meat first."

Jiang Feng almost turned green on the spot, and fortunately resisted it. Thanks to these years, my grandfather ’s new year acting performance was bullish, and he quickly said: "No need, no trouble, that stew is the last soup to drink, come, eat vegetables, 舅Grandpa, you eat first. I made this hibiscus steamed egg for you. "

"It was made for me, Xiaofeng was really attentive." Grandpa was happier, not to mention the stew, "I want to taste it."

I took a sip, and my grandfather boasted, "Yes, yes, it's much tenderer and tastes better than your aunt's steamed egg."

"This uncle is the chef of the state-owned hotel. Jiankang is also the chef of the state-owned hotel. Xiaofeng's family is very knowledgeable. We can't compare. Come, we taste Xiaofeng's craftsmanship." Tian Lin took the lead and chopped eggplant.

Everyone is picking vegetables.

"Yes, Xiaofeng has made great progress. Last year's Lantern Festival, the fish was fried. Now the braised pork is at this level. Not bad!" Jiang Jiandang has not tasted Jiang Huiqin's clear soup Liu Ye Yan Cai before Jiang Feng. , Greatly shocked.

Minjiang Feng: ... The fish paste a small piece of fish skin last year, can you stop talking about that fish?

"Yes, Xiaofeng has improved from the last Tremella boiled quail eggs." Jiang Jianguo also boasted.

"It's better than the fine-boiled meat and fish cooked before." Jiang Jiankang was relieved.

Everyone was very impressed, and even Zhao Tizhuang (grandfather's son), who had been taciturn, nodded and praised.

By the way, Grandma Jiang's name is Zhao Lanhua. All the people in their village are named Zhao, but Grandma Jiang hates being called by her full name.

Qijiang Feng was praised by so many people with high density and good frequency at the same time ~ www.novelhall.com ~ a little bit floating.

"When you tofu fry, the angle of the spoon is not enough, and the sauce is not uniform."

"Not enough time to stir-fry the braised pork on the fire."

"Since you made sweet and sour cabbage, you should tear it by hand."

"The eggplant stuff is heavy."

Grandpa Tong saw Jiang Feng drifting, and four pots of cold water poured down at the same time, and Jiang Feng was awake instantly.

There was silence on the dining table.

"But overall it is OK, a little improvement over the previous year." The old man exaggerated.

"This old guy is like this, he has to ask Xiaofeng for his own level." Grandma Jiang said.

"Uncle's demand is also high, chef. Well, Shiri and Patashi were so famous that no one knew his uncle's name." Tian Lin was active.

"Yes, yes, when the orchid was married to Weiguo, which girl was not envious."

"Dad this cooking skills, Xiao Feng can't beat it. At the New Year's Eve dinner the night before, no one in Z City can find a better person than our dad's craftsmanship!"

"It's our dad's craftsmanship. From childhood to big, the children of neighbourhood neighbours don't envy our five brothers." Jiang Jianguo vigorously touted.

"My dad is definitely not as good as Xiaofeng. Dad has no problem picking up any problems!" Jiang Jiandang took over.

"Where is the craft of my brother compared to grandpa?" Jiang Yanqing also contended to be a dog.

"Grandpa's pot soup was almost yesterday. I have never had such a delicious soup in my life!" Jiang Zaide was full of emotion.

A group of people began to blast at the father.

Minjiang Feng :? ? ?

This plot is wrong, shouldn't you be bragging about me?

明 I definitely made this meal!