v2 Chapter 197： I panicked and even chopped myself

With so many days of practice before, boiled eight-treasure porridge is a small case for Jiang Feng, and one-hearted use is not a problem at all.

Continue to cut ingredients in front of the cooking table, and let Babao congee cook slowly in the casserole. The time will soon reach 10:30 in the morning.

Wu Hanxue came to the chef of the healthy cooking restaurant.

Jiang Feng panicked.

During this time, Wu Hanxue checked in at the healthy restaurant on time every day and cooked food at work. Many A university students thought that the healthy cooking restaurant had hired a Sichuan cuisine chef. Everyone was accustomed to his arrival.

But today is different.

In the past, Wu Hanxue's identity was a good friend's dad. Now Wu Hanxue's identity is a girlfriend's dad.

A little difference will call the wrong father.

Now that the spring bamboo shoots are on the market, the shop ’s fried bamboo shoots or pickled vegetables are selling hot. Jiang Feng was cutting the spring bamboo shoots and saw Wu Hanxue walk into the back kitchen, followed by Wu Minqi.

Jiang Feng quickly thought in my head what I should scream, whether it was Uncle Wu or Uncle, who is the older and the younger of Wu Hanxue and Jiang Jiankang, what should I call them?

dad?

Is it too fast to just call dad? But is it called uncle or uncle? My uncle had n’t seen him refute before, but Wu Hanxue did n’t look like Jiang Jiankang. If he was wrong, do n’t deduct impression points and be embarrassed. If he did n’t, he would be rude.

No, Wu Hanxue has already come to look at himself.

Jiang Feng was flustered in her heart, and her knife edge was a little bit.

"Oops." Jiang Feng's left hand was suddenly bloody.

"What's the matter with your child, you can cut a bamboo shoot!" Jiang Jiankang was anxious, watching Jiang Feng's left hand bleed.

There is an emergency medical kit in the store, which contains iodine, gauze and cotton swabs. She used to scratch her hand once when Ji Yue moved the table. Wu Minqi knew the location of the medical kit and rushed to get it.

Also with her is Wang Xiulian.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Who, oh, I'm going, Xiaofeng, what's wrong with your hand? You've cut this hand? The wound isn't deep. Would you like to go to the hospital? Is your hand okay? Are you still there next week? Is there a match, what can we do now? Otherwise, let's abstain? "Wang Xiulian saw Jiang Feng's **** left hand as soon as she entered, and her mouth was a series of problems.

Wu Minqi opened the medical box, Wang Xiulian took out the gauze, cotton swabs and iodine, and cleaned Jiang Feng's wounds bandaging skillfully. While bandaging, she also shattered the thought: "No, why are you still cutting to the tiger's mouth? You point at this knife What cut? I look a little wide at this wound, or let's go to the hospital, what to do in case of inflammation! "

"It's okay, Mom, the mouth is not deep." Jiang Feng, who was just deep enough, can still judge. After all, he's a chef. He cut himself to a large one from a young age, and his left hand didn't know how many knives he had cut.

It's just that this knife is a bit harsh.

"Okay, don't cut vegetables or stir-fry these days. Let your dad cut, and your dad fry, and you will concentrate on cooking your porridge." Wang Xiulian ordered, and the bandaging was finished.

"Why are you so careless." Wu Minqi looked at Jiang Feng's bandaged left hand with some distress. "How many years have I learned to cook? Now I can still cut vegetables. Fortunately, you prepare porridge during the finals, otherwise you really have to Abstain. "

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, just looking scary, just two days." Jiang Feng comforted.

Being deprived of the right to cut vegetables, Jiang Feng crouched at the stove and guarded the eight treasure porridge.

The low fire boil slowly, at least two hours to boil. Although Wu Hanxue is very unpleasant to see Jiang Feng now, even if he cuts himself, he is very unpleasant, but he has to admit that Jiang Feng's porridge is really high.

He was ashamed of himself.

It would be nice if Jiang Feng was a master of white cases, and Wujia Restaurant was just developing a white case business recently.

Wu Hanxue thought, while holding an apron and holding a kitchen knife to help Jiang Jiankang handle the ingredients together.

Because of cutting his left hand, Jiang Feng was not only deprived of the right to cut vegetables, but also deprived of the right to stir-fry. Even with only one hand, he was deprived of the right to go to the lobby to order dishes and close the house to clean the sanitation.

During lunch hours, everyone was too busy to stand on the ground, but Jiang Feng was more leisurely than the diners who came to eat.

After the meal, Founder came quietly.

Although the two have already negotiated cooperation, Fang Yu, who was once a food street overlord, Fang Ji Congee, is still reluctant to come and eat in the healthy cooking restaurant that grabbed his throne. Cao Er, a spy lobbyist, came alone.

Jiang Feng boiled a large casserole of Babao porridge, and the amount was very large. If Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian did not exceed the level, 80% of them could not be drunk.

Founder saw Jiang Feng wrapped in gauze in his left hand, and everyone was a little embarrassed. He thought that when he came in the morning, he was still fine. Why was his hand injured at noon.

Is it hot during the porridge?

"The child didn't do things carefully. When he cut vegetables in the morning, he took his hands and cut them, but it scared me and her mother." Jiang Jiankang explained, warming Fang Zheng to porridge.

"Don't be fooled when cutting vegetables. My wife used to be savage when cutting vegetables, which made me dare not let her cut vegetables." Founder, took the porridge.

The temperature is right and the entrance is just right.

"Ding, complete the side quest [Founder's appreciation], and get the quest reward item: Preserved Egg and Lean Congee Recipe. Please ask the Founder to obtain the secret recipe."

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

Quest rewards have to be done on your own, so I want you to use this broken game for a fart!

Jiang Feng hesitated. What should I say?

Master Fang, I would like to ask you what are the tips for making lean egg porridge?

Master Fang, can you teach me how to make a lean egg porridge?

Master Fang, I encountered a problem when I boiled egg and lean meat porridge this morning, can you please give me some pointers?

Jiang Feng was typing the manuscript in his heart, but Founder spoke first.

"Xiao Feng, I'm not mistaken. It should be this name." After Jiang Feng nodded affirmatively, Fang Zheng was relieved, "emmm, I want to ask, which brand of Osmanthus Sugar you added to the Eight Treasure Porridge?"

It is indeed a master who has more than 20 years of porridge experience, and can taste the sweet-scented osmanthus in Babao Porridge in one bite, which is different from the ones sold in the market.

Founder was just a bit embarrassed after asking. He could eat this eight-treasure porridge so delicious. In addition to Jiang Feng's superb congee skill ~ www.novelhall.com ~ and the sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, but this kind of stuff When others do n’t share the secret recipe, he hurriedly asks it out of order.

Some bullies even suspected Jiang Feng to be a junior.

"It's not necessary to say it, I just ask it casually, I don't have to know it." Founder quickly remedied, afraid of Jiang Feng.

"Nothing inconvenient. My dad bought it in the commercial street next to Caida. It was made by an old gentleman at home. I have the old gentleman's WeChat. He also sells sweet-scented osmanthus sugar on WeChat, if Master Fang needs I can give you. "Jiang Feng said," Yes, there is a can of sweet-scented osmanthus in the refrigerator. Master Fang, do you need it? "

"That's really appreciated." Fang Zheng was ecstatic.

Jiang Feng led Founder to the back kitchen to pick the sweet-scented osmanthus candy. As he walked, he thought about how to speak, and asked the recipe for making lean egg porridge.

Is it a bit rude to ask directly?

However, he also told Fang Zheng the secret of cooking eight treasure porridge, which should be regarded as a gift exchange!

Jiang Feng was tangled in his heart.

"The preserved egg and lean meat porridge you boiled this morning-" Jiang Feng was still hesitant to ask, and Founder delivered it directly to the door.

"Ok?"

Happiness came too suddenly.

"When you turn off the fire, drip a little sesame oil, stir for three minutes and stir well, the taste will be better." Founder.

This is the secret of Founder's Lean Congee for so many years, and I never easily teach it to outsiders.

As soon as Jiang Feng's eyes lighted, she could not wait to try it now.

"You can try this afternoon. If there are any questions, please come to Fangji Congee Shop." Fang Zhengdao.

A friendly smile on his face.

Preserved egg and lean porridge recipe, get!

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