v2 Chapter 335： Open seats

Looking at the freshly baked in front of him, it perfectly restored the Shafuluo chicken in Zhang Guanghang's childhood memories. Jiang Feng could only sigh: Zhang Guanghang was a lot more confused than Zhang Zhiyun when he was a kid.

Yun chicken looks so good like Zuo Zongtang chicken. This pan of fried chicken is mixed with crispy apples. In a small plate, there are actually two apples mixed in. There is no crispy apples on the plate. It is so easy to cover directly. On top of Saffron Chicken.

So this strange dish in front of you, except where the name is like Saffron Chicken!

How did Zhang Guanghang get over by Xia Mu when he was a kid? Or in fact Zhang Guanghang is essentially a very confused person?

Jiang Feng fell into silence, not even complimenting for a moment.

"Well, is this a new dish? Is this Xiaozhang the dish you prepared today?" Jiang Sanjian didn't know where it came out, and was very interested in the Chinese Saffron chicken made by Zhang Guanghang. "Is this These are the innovative dishes that are especially hot on the Internet with fruit and meat? I saw somewhere before what to do? Blueberry yam, Sydney roasted orange, litchi fried chicken, is this the kind of dish? "

Jiang Feng: ...

"Bo Jiang ... you should be talking about university cafeteria dishes, right?"

"Canteen food? Probably, I haven't eaten in the university cafeteria here." Jiang Sanjian said that he was just a student who failed to pass the university scum, and his son was also a student who failed to pass the university. His wife and daughter-in-law were also unable to get into college scum. Their only grandson who hopes to go to college is still struggling hard in elementary school.

Judging by his grandson's current academic performance, if it wasn't for college expansion today, he would probably have to follow the path of his father and his grandfather.

It's better to learn well than to be born well.

"It would be nice if Tan Tan could be admitted to Peking University, but Peiping dishes are not very spicy and he likes to use hemp sauce, but he doesn't know whether he is used to eating or not." Jiang Sanji murmured.

Jiang Feng :? ? ?

He feels that Jiang Jie's thinking has become more difficult to understand these days.

"Bo Jiang, why don't you cook? It's not too late now." Jiang Feng asked, glanced at his watch, and it was almost six o'clock now.

He just noticed that Jiang Jianguo's hand-rolled longevity noodles are out of the pot, and Sang Ming's new masterpiece, inspired by thirteen centipedes, was already prepared 20 minutes ago.

It takes a short time for Jiang Sanwei's strange taste soup. If he doesn't start now, he may not be able to catch up with dinner.

"I'm waiting for the stove. Hey, Xiao Han is fine. I won't talk about it anymore. I'm going to make soup now." Jiang Sanjian made the soup cheerfully.

Zhang Guanghang covered the Shafro chicken with a lid and asked, "Are you going to make chicken?"

"My dishes are not in a hurry. The chicken will be ready in 20 minutes. Look at Zhang Weiyu's side and it will be ready right away. When he is ready, I will make chicken." Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi was opening the freezer to pick up the watermelon she had carved in the morning to send her birthday. When Jiang Feng saw this watermelon, she thought of the birthday cake Zhang Guanghang had made in the refrigerator this morning.

"Do you want to bring out your birthday cake now?" Jiang Feng asked. "My uncle's longevity noodles have already been cooked. It is estimated that the seats will be less than 7 o'clock, and the seats will be around 6:30."

Zhang Guanghang nodded: "I'll get it out."

The back chef was so busy that Jiang Feng, who could not wait for the stove, was very leisurely. Jiang Feng, who was doing nothing, simply slipped to the front to see how the hot pot materials were prepared.

Induction cookers have been placed on three large round tables in area C. Jiang Feng felt that he had even smelled dried peppers and peppercorns.

Mahjong has been put away and I can't see the traces of previous battles. The hall was cleaned very much. I do n’t know where the red lanterns with the word Shou hung from the entire hall. Jiang Feng counted it carefully. It's 99.

Jiang Weiming changed into a formal new Zhongshan suit, sitting straight on his seat, like the old gentlemen wearing Zhongshan suits sitting in a teahouse or restaurant, as Jiang Feng saw in his memory.

Although he said not to wish a long life or a birthday, he ordered new clothes early, with a smile on his face, but could not help looking at the red lantern hanging on the roof beam.

Who doesn't like the feeling of being valued and loved?

Jiang Feng looked around and couldn't find where Jiyue was. She wanted to just pull a familiar waitress who couldn't name her at all, and asked how the hot pot was prepared, and the phone rang.

Caller ID is a strange number.

"Hello?" Jiang Feng pressed the answer button.

"Hello, may I ask, Mr. Jiang Feng? Your cake has been delivered. Please come to the door of Taifeng Building to pick it up."

Cake takeaway?

Anyone else ordered a birthday cake?

But why write his phone number?

Jiang Feng took the cell phone to the door with confusion, and a group of takeaways in yellow takeaways stood with a big birthday cake box in front of the battery car with a yellow takeaway box.

"Is it Mr. Jiang Feng? You ordered a birthday cake, please give me a five-star praise. Thank you!" The deliveryman smiled and handed the cake to Jiang Feng.

"Ah, okay." Jiang Feng took the cake and watched the takeaway take a small electric donkey towards the next order.

Jiang Feng thought about who was the suspect in his heart, and walked in carrying the cake. He just ran into Zhang Guanghang, who was carrying the cake from the back kitchen. The two looked at each other and looked at each other.

Zhang Guanghang stared at Jiang Feng ’s hand full of cake boxes. You all know that I ’m going to make a cake, why do I have to order one more cake? I ’m worried that everyone does n’t have enough cake to eat.

"I don't know who set it, that person left my phone number," Jiang Feng explained.

Just then Jiyue came down from the second floor, and she was holding a handful of celery from nowhere. When she saw Jiang Feng and Zhang Guanghang, they were holding a cake by themselves, and asked strangely, "You buy two cakes. doing what?"

"I didn't order this cake. The person who ordered the cake left my phone number and I don't know who set it." Jiang Feng explained for the second time.

Wu Minqi came out of the back kitchen holding the watermelon carving, and saw Jiang Feng carrying a cake in his hand. He asked, "How did you order a cake?"

"I didn't order this cake. The person who ordered the cake left my phone number, and I don't know who set it." Jiang Feng explained for the third time.

Jiang Shouzhen was behind Wu Minqi, and he didn't know what to chew out of the back kitchen. When Jiang Feng took a cake in his hand and asked, "Well, brother, have you ordered a cake? How about you two cakes?"

"I didn't order this cake, but ..." Jiang Feng explained for the fourth time that he would try to slip the cake on the table into the back kitchen to make chicken.

Before Jiang Feng puts down the cake, Jiang Jiankang came out from the back kitchen and still holding a dish. When Jiang Feng had a cake in his hand, he was surprised and asked, "Why did you buy a cake?"

Jiang Feng: ...

So now the question is, what is the nature of human beings?

"I'm going to make chicken." Jiang Feng dropped the cake and slipped away.

"This cake?" Jiang Jiankang asked.

"The cake wasn't ordered by Jiang Feng. The person who ordered it left his phone number, and he didn't know who set it." Zhang Guanghang, Wu Minqi, Ji Yue, and Jiang Shouxi spoke in unison.

When Jiang Feng slipped into the back kitchen, only **** sanitary was left to wrestle with dishes on the stove. Others had either finished it, or had entered the final stage of market.

Jiang Jianguo saw Jiang Feng finally beckoning and beckoned him: "Xiao Feng, come here, let's see how to put it on this side."

Jiang Jianguo is distressed about how to make a beautiful longevity noodles with green onions, greens, eggs and noodles.

"You can put the egg in the middle, the greens on top, the green onions on the left and right, and the noodles spread a bit," Sang Ming suggested.

Jiang Feng: ...

Don't think that I don't know what you're talking about is actually a cake.

"Put the greens along the bowl, and then lay the green onions underneath, and put the eggs on top." Jiang Feng suggested.

Although Jiang Jianguo was a tailor on the surface, in order to make snacks and noodles for his aunt, the level of the white case has not fallen at all.

There is only one bowl of longevity noodles. The size of ordinary soup noodle bowls is not the same as the sea bowls that Jiang family eats. There is only one noodle in a bowl. The noodles are thin and long, and there are eggs in the soup bowl, and the cover of green onions and greens makes it impossible to see that there is only one side of the bowl.

The noodle soup is broth made from chicken broth. Jiang Feng guessed that it should be Jiang Jiankang's broth. The noodle soup has no color, but the milky noodles with some noodles can't be seen. It is actually boiled by chicken soup. Only when you get close can you smell the rich flavor of chicken soup. .

Jiang Jiankang's soup stock, Jiang Jianguo's longevity noodles, this bowl of longevity noodles can be said to be the best efforts of two uncles of the Jiang family.

Let Jiang Jianguo continue to study how to display the dishes in front of the cooking table. Jiang Feng went to the stove to make Jiang Weiming's chicken for congratulations on his birthday. He thought of Jiang Weiming's taste and made it very handy.

Twenty minutes later--

Jiang Jianguo struggled for 20 minutes, and poured a few spoonfuls of broth over the noodles. He finally decided to make a bowl of longevity noodles that looked strangely good according to the plan proposed by Jiang Feng.

"Xiao Feng, have you finished your dishes? We are ready to serve." Jiang Jianguo urged.

"Okay, you can cook now." Jiang Feng touched a plate and put it on, and turned to ask Jiang Jian, who was separated from him by two stoves. "Bo Jiang, is your soup ready?"

"It's only two minutes away. You can go out and serve first. My soup is served last." Jiang Sanji stared at the soup in the pot with concentration, this soup is for the Master, and it must not be a bit light. accident.

"Then we will pass the dishes first." Jiang Feng carrying Yun Ji and Jiang Jianguo went out together.

As soon as Jiang Feng carried the chicken back to the kitchen, he smelled the overbearingness that pervaded the entire hall. It was spicy and had a bit of numbness. When he smelled it, he felt scalp tingling, his limbs were stiff, and he was fighting. The smell of spicy hot pot.

The closer the hot pot is, the stronger the smell of the hot pot. People who like it are estimated to be down when they smell the hot pot. People who do n’t like it and even some people who are scared, such as Jiang Feng, now want to run with chicken. .

When Jiang Feng saw the hot pot on the table with his own eyes, he remembered the dream.

The red oil tumbled in the pot, and the eyes were peppers and peppercorns, clear and full, and even the clear soup pot next to it was bruised by poisoned hands, and its clean color was contaminated by the mixed red oil.

Jiang Feng could not help but swallow a spit of fear.

The third grandfather used to be an authentic Peiping man. Why is the hotpot bottom fried even more so than Shu?

"Master Jiang is really amazing. I know it is authentic when I smell it. I don't think there are a few people in my family who can cook the hot pot ingredients better than Master Jiang!" Sang Ming said to Han beside him. Take a look.

Jiang Feng put the chicken on the table, Jiang Jianguo brought the longevity noodle to Jiang Weiming.

"Xiao Feng, how about hygiene?" Jiang Weiming asked ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Jiang Bo's soup is a big axis, and naturally he has to play last. "Jiang Feng laughed.

Two minutes later, Jiang Sanjian made his debut with the new-developed weird soup and placed it on the table steadily.

"As long as you are the slowest, everyone is waiting for you. It has always been like this, and you haven't changed your fault for a lot of years." Jiang Weiming laughed.

"Master, this is the new taste I have figured out during this period of time, and you will definitely like it!" Jiang Sanjian is like a child showing off his test results to his parents.

"Brother, will you have a seat?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"You should be hungry after waiting so long, let's start the party!" Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

As if they had gotten a signal, everyone took a step closer to Jiang Weiming and said, "Grandpa Jiang / Three Grandpas / Three Uncles / Three Brothers, Happy Birthday!"

Multiple sounds are intertwined, converging into Jiang Weiming's liveliest birthday.