v2 Chapter 320： Ginseng

Jiang Feng seemed to understand why Pei Shenghua liked to be a matchmaker.

Matching people is happier than getting married in person!

Although he was never married.

Nor did he succeed.

But this does not prevent him from feeling happy.

Jiang Feng took a deep breath happily. Sure enough, when people are happy, they smell the air differently. Hey, why is this air still a little scorched?

"Not good, your porridge!" Jiang Feng was frightened.

"No good, my porridge!" Fang Chaoyou quickly remedied, but it was too late.

Father Fang will relive the feeling of burnt porridge at noon today.

When Jiang Feng brought the hand and the hibiscus egg to the emergency department, Jiang Zaide had already finished the infusion and sat in a small chair in the emergency department to wait for the test results.

Because the casserole of the Babao porridge is relatively large, Jiang Feng is going to bring it in two trips, first with two copies of Shou Shou and hibiscus eggs, and then return to the Babao porridge.

Jiang Zaide saw a bit of sadness in his heart when he saw his lunch.

In this cold hospital, only this meaty copyist can bring him a touch of warmth.

Jiang Shouxi looked at his lunch, and his heart was also sad.

He listened to his grandson this morning. The younger brother came here to cook for him and prepared spicy dishes. Now the boiled fish, boiled meat, boiled beef, and spicy chicken are all gone. He You can only order takeaway of braised pork, braised fish, braised pork trotters and braised lamb to maintain your life.

Even if Shou Shou did not have his share, he did not even have Furong Egg Custard.

Jiang Shouxi swallowed the braised lamb in his mouth sadly.

The lamb in this shop is not so good, it's dark, and I won't order it next time!

Jiang Zaide picked up his hands, took a big gulp and swallowed.

Jiang Feng is just a beginner in the field of copying, and he does not do well, so Jiang Zaide does not have much feeling but just feels average.

Three mouthfuls, two bowls, and one bowl of pure meat were smashed. Jiang Zaide drank the chicken soup in the bowl, and started to look at the hibiscus eggs.

When no one grabs food with him, Jiang Zaide likes to save the best food until the end.

At the entrance of a custard, Jiang Zaide's eyes lit up.

Brother's cooking has improved again!

The custard is tender and fragrant, and it melts on the tip of the tongue as soon as it is in the mouth, and it can slide down without swallowing along the throat.

Jiang Zaide remembered that when he was very young, when Jiang Feng was not born, Grandma Jiang was sick once and wanted to eat custard, and she made custard for a few days.

Jiang Zaide followed the old man to learn to cook in the countryside and ate egg custard for a few days. It's this feeling, it's this smooth taste, it's this touch that seems to melt on the tip of the tongue. Although it's not as good as the taste when I was a kid, this delicious feeling is exactly the same.

A large bowl of eggs smashed his belly, Jiang Zaide felt that his sufferings these days were not in vain.

His efforts were not wasted!

The younger brother is indeed the culinary master of the Jiang family. He must buy the house upstairs. No, if you want to buy it, buy the right door!

Full payment, no, loan to buy a house, and strive to pay off the mortgage in 10 years, after all, small life is important.

Jiang Zaide wiped his mouth, and saw Jiang Feng approaching him with a large casserole of eight treasures.

"Dege, how are you feeling now?" Jiang Feng asked, laying down Babao porridge.

"Very good." Jiang Zaide licked his lips and said that if he could get a Sixiball now, he would be discharged immediately.

"Der brother, please wait for a while, I'll get it for you ..." Jiang Feng just wanted to say that I would get you a bowl, and saw the man next to Jiang Zaide who had a copy hand, and now he was borrowed as smooth as his orthopedic cafeteria. Bowl.

"You can order Babao porridge for yourself first, I'll go to that bowl." Jiang Feng immediately changed his mouth.

When I heard Jiang Feng boiled eight treasure porridges, Jiang Shouzhen was instantly energized, and he couldn't care about the braised pork, braised fish, braised pork trotters and braised lamb in front of him. He went to the lounge with Jiang Feng.

Because of the small bowls of instant noodles that are sold at a small supermarket near Renyi, bowls are always available in the emergency room. Jiang Feng often runs to the emergency room these days, and he has his own bowl in the room.

Lao Xu and Lao Sun were gathering bubbles in the lounge.

The other day, the instant instant noodles that they bought at a discount and bought cheaply and quickly expired have been tested back and forth on the limit of expiration. The two of them have eaten instant noodles every day, and they are determined to finish a dozen bags of instant noodles within the shelf life.

Today, Lao Sun has the taste of pickled beef and Lao Xu has the taste of pickled cabbage.

As soon as Jiang Feng pushed the door, the instant noodle flavor came.

"Hey, Xiaojiang is here. I haven't seen you in a while." Lao Xu saw Jiang Feng coming up and quickly got up. "I happened to rest when you came a few days ago, and my mother sent me the salt from Gaoyou. The duck eggs have arrived, and I brought them here today. I'll get them for you. "

Lao Xu said, he went to the cabinet to pick up salted duck eggs for Jiang Feng. There were 50 salted duck eggs in a large bag, which was strange to mention.

"How do you eat instant noodles?" Jiang Feng said.

"The instant noodles in the store some time ago are about to expire. If you don't eat them, you will waste them." Lao Xu said, holding up the bowl and eating instant noodles.

"I can't just eat instant noodles. I put the eight-treasure porridge on the outside and you should drink two bowls!" Jiang Feng invited.

Lao Xu and Lao Sun hesitated between wasting instant noodles and drinking Babao porridge within three seconds before making a decision, picking up a new bowl from the cabinet and washing it.

"Brother, the salted duck egg of the old Xu family is really delicious! We ate the past two days, the egg yolks flowed with oil. I took a chopstick to pour the oil down and went down. Do n’t mention the fragrance, it ’s salty. Order, I ate a salted duck egg and drank three bowls of white porridge. "Jiang Shou yelled and went out with Jiang Feng to make porridge, so that he would meet Lao Zhou who was back with fried onion.

"Dr. Zhou, I cooked some Babao porridge. Would you like to drink it together?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Ah? Thank you." Lao Zhou remained as prudent as ever.

Dr. Zhou went into the lounge and put down the takeaway to get the bowl. When he came out, he thought of something. He walked in front of Jiang Feng and asked, "Yes, Xiaojiang, I have eaten a lot of your dishes these days. I am also embarrassed. It happened that yesterday my grandfather sent me some beans made by him. I will bring you two bags tomorrow. "

"Bean ginseng?" Jiang Feng Yiyi ~ www.novelhall.com ~ then surprised and said: "Duchang bean ginseng ?!"

"You know?" Lao Zhou was shocked. "My grandfather is Duchang. My grandfather's family makes bean ginseng every year. It's good to do them. If you like it, I'll bring you more."

"Thank you so much," Jiang Feng said.

When Chen Duxiu went to a business trip some years ago, he once brought back Du Changshen, and Chen Xiuxiu brought it to shabu-shabu. The taste is very unique. Jiang Feng and Chen Xiuxiu have always been obsessed with it. Later, Chen Duxiu urged Chen Xiuxiu to buy ginseng in the past. The taste and taste were not as good as the first time.

Sure enough, it was impossible to plant flowers intentionally, and to insert the willows into the shade. Jiang Feng and Chen Xiuxiu had been reading for so long that Chang ginseng could not be bought. Jiang Feng almost forgot about it.

What should I do with ginseng?

Or shabu-shabu.

Jiang Feng decided to eat shabu-shabu tomorrow night.