v2 Chapter 160： 8 Baoji

Jiang Feng satisfactorily cut a thin plate of radish slices, put down the knife to move his bones, turned around, and saw Jiang Weiming standing at the door.

"Well, grandpa three, are you here, my grandpa?" Jiang Feng asked.

"He's calling outside." Jiang Weiming smiled. "What should I do?"

"Handling the ingredients to be used at noon and evening. By the way, Grandpa Three, the day after tomorrow ’s 16 into 8 competition is chicken. I want to make eight treasure chickens, and use the method of eight treasure chestnuts. Do you think it will work? Asked.

"I think it's fine." Jiang Weiming smiled.

Within two minutes, Jiang Weiguo also came in, and Jiang Feng repeated the question just now.

Jiang Weiguo was silent for a while, with a false smile on his face, and said, "Your idea is very good. Try it again."

Jiang Feng went to get the tender hens that had been taken off the bones. He couldn't help looking back at the two old men. He thought they were strange.

According to the filling method of Babao Lixiang Pigeon, Jiang Feng made a "Babao Lixiang Chicken", and the thick sauce was also made with chicken bone soup, except that the pigeons were replaced with chicken. change.

After tasting the finished product, Jiang Feng said it was a bit difficult to say.

How to say, it's not bad, but it's not harmonious.

After Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming tasted, they were silent.

Jiang Feng basically made a dish for the first time without turning over. This is the consensus of everyone. Every time he is scolded by the master in the kitchen, the dog's vocabulary and methods and metaphors are greatly expanded. Jiang Feng held her breath and looked at the old man's slightly bad expression, knowing that he was going to be scolded.

The expression on Jiang Weiguo's face changed.

Put away the bad and dissatisfied, turned into a false and reluctant smile, and Yan Yue said: "This dish, I still have a little idea."

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

"The production method is very mature, which is worthy of recognition. However, chicken is different from pigeon meat, the meat is thicker, and there is no need for pine needles. Tender hens can be filled with vegetarian stuffing. For scallops, you need to add flavor to the wine when steaming, and this ... "

Jiang Feng was shocked.

This is not the old man he knows!

If in the past, the old man wouldn't laugh and laugh, he would be polite. He is a full-blown tyrant in the kitchen. He can't see anything he doesn't think he can do, how can he be so calm today, what he said must be:

"Open your eyes wide to see what ghosts you make. Are you eating them? Do you like to sell these things to customers? Can you tell the difference between chickens and pigeons? You do n’t know what kind of pigeon meat you are. You know how to cut vegetables every day. What else can you do besides cutting vegetables? Is it good to cook and useful? It ’s not good. You burn a fart! Take a look at your fillings. What is it? I ca n’t move my mind a little bit. I have taught you so many years in the pig's brain. You ... "

"I think we need to add some ham." Jiang Weiming's words brought Jiang Feng back to reality.

After discussing for a long time, the two gentlemen finally discussed the prototype of the chestnut filling, and let Jiang Feng make the matching.

The second Babao chicken was on the steamer, and Wu Minqi also came to the kitchen to help, and was approaching the meal, and the take-out order was also increasing.

"You searched hot." Wu Minqi tied an apron.

Jiang Feng was almost choked to death by a drool, and said, "How do you know?"

"Swipe Weibo casually and saw it." Wu Minqi started to look at the take-out order. "What are you going to do next game?"

"Make eight treasure chicken with the method of eight treasure chestnut fragrant pigeons." Jiang Feng poured the eggplant in the pan into the pot. "What are you going to do?"

"Kung Pao chicken, Zhang Guanghang makes chicken with French wine." Wu Minqi said.

"How did you know?"

"I added his WeChat friend last night."

Jiang Feng was suddenly wronged.

I think you are isolating me!

"You went too early yesterday, and he wants to add you too. Would you add him? I'll share his business card with you." Wu Minqi saw the oil in the pan was hot and started pouring ingredients.

"Zi."

"Yes."

There are not many guests at noon today, but many of the physics departments who recognize Jiang Feng come here to watch this physics bull who advances into the top 16 nationwide in cooking.

During the noon break, Ji Yue changed another sand sculpture drama to watch. The previous one had been abandoned by her. Now she is very happy to face the new male god.

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi followed her together. Jiang Feng looked for a few minutes and went to the kitchen to practice Babao Chicken. Wu Minqi watched for another two minutes and was ready to get up and leave.

"You didn't watch it?" Ji Yue asked, pausing and turning his head.

"No, I don't like watching this kind of drama." Wu Minqi said.

"I saw you very seriously before Mr. Zou, and asked me about the plot." Ji Yue felt strange, glanced at the phone screen, "are these two shows similar?"

"That drama is different. I'm leaving first." Wu Minqi left after finishing speaking.

Ji Yue looked at the screen with some confusion, and continued to play, muttering: "The filters are the same. What's different?"

...

At 9 o'clock in the evening, the chef was completely dozed off. Jiang Feng, the relatively successful eight-baked chicken, had all eaten into the stomach of Jiang Jiankang who ate only two bowls of dinner.

Jiang Jiankang snored and praised, "Son, it's not bad. This one is done well. It tastes good. The chicken is a little fat and the fat is a little thick."

"Well, less ham, that's fine."

The two old men left at eight o'clock, and Jiang Feng helped clean up the tables and chairs and returned to the dormitory.

Wang Hao was sitting in his seat typing on the keyboard in front of the wps document. After hearing the change at the door, he immediately saved and exited and switched to the instructional video of information optics theory, pretending to look.

Jiang Feng pushed the door.

"Well, Brother Feng is back!" Wang Hao said, getting up, "Oh, it's more than nine o'clock. I took a bath and took a day to learn and exhausted me."

When Jiang Feng saw the lecture video on Wang Hao's computer and the draft paper on his desk, he was shocked. Did he really start working again?

Is n’t that "Did you Fourier transform today" actually not his trumpet?

"Are you using Weibo recently?" Jiang Feng asked calmly ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Jiyue told me today that I was on the hot search. "

"Feng Brother, you're on the hot search, Niubi!" Wang Hao was surprised, the expression on his face didn't seem to pretend at all, "I'm angry when I say Weibo, I don't have two Wei Bo trumpet? It's all blocked, I really don't know which **** report I am, I'm so mad! That's the trumpet I use to make a list for my goddess! "

Jiang Feng felt that he had misunderstood Wang Hao, and there was a hint of guilt in her heart: "Don't be angry, don't you still have a large size? I lent you my Weibo to make a list. It seems that my number has not been published for more than a year."

"Good!" Wang Hao took his clothes and basin into the toilet.

Open the phone and look at the likes and private messages received by Weibo. Wang Hao silently cut the number of "Did you Fourier transform today" into "Did you learn today?"

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