v3 Chapter 360： Pickles

Jiang Feng's mentality collapsed.

The mentality collapsed immediately, the sugar jar was used as a salt jar, half a spoonful of sugar was poured into the pot.

Standing next to Jiang Feng, watching with his own eyes the week when he prepared his minced eggplant to make sweet minced eggplant :? ? ?

"The guest noted that the eggplant was going to be sweet?" Zhou Shi looked suspicious.

"What's sweet?" Jiang Feng wandered away.

"You just ate sugar." Zhou Shi reminded.

Jiang Feng finally returned to her heart, tasted the eggplant in the pot, and silently poured it into the bucket.

The eggplant thing is just an episode. The game has not been updated for only 4 months since the last cooking contest. Jiang Feng is also used to using appraisal skills to look at the rough evaluation and rating, and then taste the taste by himself. We see cooking pattern of detailed evaluation by appraisal skill.

He is more accustomed to opening recipes every day before going to bed to see those dishes that he cannot practice at the current stage because of insufficient levels or too expensive ingredients, whether it is soup with lobster, two-color prawns or pigeon swallows, or crabs Stuffed orange or fried noodles. The process of making these dishes Jiang Feng has repeatedly watched dozens of times. Although never actually practiced, it has been done many times in the brain. The giant supplemented the brain. dwarf.

Now the game has been updated. Jiang Feng's plug-in is temporarily offline, causing Jiang Feng to feel uncomfortable.

On the way back at night, Wu Minqi was keenly aware of Jiang Feng's uncomfortableness.

"Feng Feng, are you uncomfortable tonight? I don't think you are in a good state." Wu Minqi and Jiang Feng are walking side by side on the way home as usual, and they are on the road with 996 overtime dogs as before. Pass by.

"I don't feel like cooking tonight." Jiang Feng replied, "It's really not in the state."

"Are you too tired during this time?" Wu Minqi asked with concern. "You haven't taken much rest during this time. Would you like to take a day off tomorrow or a few days to go to the exhibition with us and relax?"

"Art exhibition?"

"Isn't A Yue able to come back in a few days? There will be an art exhibition this weekend. It is said that it will last a week. A Yue said earlier that he wanted to see that art exhibition. I also intend to go. Zhang Guanghang also has this intention. Exactly 27 No. I want to try dishes only for half a day. We plan to go to the art exhibition on the 27th. Would you like to join us? "Wu Minqi asked.

"Okay, I just want to go to the art exhibition. Whose art exhibition?" Jiang Feng promised. In fact, he knew almost nothing about art, but since his wife wants to see the art exhibition, he must accompany him.

Not to mention art exhibitions.

"An Italian emerging painter's individual exhibition, it seems that Ayue quite likes his painting style." Wu Minqi said, "Feng Feng, do you like to see the exhibition?"

"Well ... I like to look at paintings." Jiang Feng was serious.

For example, "Detective Conan" and "Fairy Tail" are relatively well-known paintings.

Refined and refined, rewarded.

"I thought you didn't like these things. There will be a jewellery show in December. Would you like to see them together?" Wu Minqi invited with a smile.

"Okay." Jiang Feng responded with a smile.

Jewelry Show?

What it is?

...

The second day after the game was offline, Jiang Feng began to regain the feel of cooking.

On the third day of the game offline, everything returned to the right path. Jiang Feng started to practice, to chat, to be scolded, to fall in love, to fall in love. Although the game update is temporarily offline, the buff dishes made by Jiang Feng himself are still valid and have not affected his normal work.

On the fourth day of the game's offline, Ji Yue came back after her bear child brother Ji Qiji was finished. When she went, she bought a high-speed rail ticket. When she returned, she could only afford the hard seat of the train. She also brought a bunch of secret sauces and appetizers made by her mother and her grandmother. Carrying a large bag full of bottles and jars, Jiang Feng had to suspect that her business was actually pickles business before her family's failure.

Ji Yue was a train arriving at eight in the evening. Zhang Guanghang went to the train station to pick her up. When they got home, they sent WeChat to let Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi come to share the spoils.

When Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi pushed in the door, they saw Ji Xue, Ji Yue and Zhang Guanghang each sitting on a small stool around a coffee table to unpack the plastic foam package outside the jar.

Ji Yue smelt into an old godmother's jar and said, "This is a sword bean."

Then skillfully handed the jar to Ji Xue, who put the jar in the lower left corner of the coffee table.

Ji Yue picked up a jar of olives again and smelled it: "It seems to be chopped pepper, isn't it? Chopped pepper or pickled pepper, my mother is too tightly sealed, please smell it."

Zhang Guanghang took the jar, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled: "chop pepper."

Then put the jar equally skillfully into the bottom right corner of the coffee table.

"Ayue, what is this?" Ji Yue took a transparent name from the large shoulder bag, which contained a mysterious strip-shaped substance between black and brown.

"My mom recently learned new pumpkins and dried them. Put them on the ground and don't mind eating them." Ji Yue started smelling the next jar.

Jiang Feng & Wu Minqi: ...

The three of them looked like bandits who were parting.

Jiang Feng stepped forward and gave a rough glance. He suspected that Ji Yue might have resisted all the jars in her house. The five households in Jiang family estimated that they could not turn out so many jars with different shapes ~ www.novelhall.com ~ It is estimated that there are several tens of catties carried on this way. I still have to squeeze the train Jiyue to buy a hard seat for more than twenty hours. In addition to other luggage, it is not easy for Ji Pigeon to live in Beijing.

"Don't you say there is only a little pickle?" Jiang Feng felt that his understanding of quantifiers had to be redefined.

"Did you not go to my house and see it with my own eyes, my dad was back in business for a few months and only went back once. My mother is doing nothing at home every day and she tinkers with this and growing vegetables. The wisteria trellis in my backyard was taken by my mother. I have planted loofah, and the Chinese rose is no longer raised. The pots are planted with onions and garlic. My brother did n’t see the first thing I saw when I went home. The first thing I saw was a large row of pickles in the laundry on the first floor. Vegetable jar, if it wasn't for my brother's accident, my mother is now learning how to make vinegar. "Ji Yue was so embarrassed, she picked up a large jar, smelled it, and handed it to Zhang Guanghang. Pickled cucumbers. "

"Let's help you." Wu Minqi walked next to Ji Yue, crouched down, and found a fat jar from the bag.

Upon hearing this, Wu Minqi frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

"Is this ... Kimchi?" Wu Minqi hesitated. As a Shudi who is proficient in kimchi technology, she didn't want to admit that the pot of things was kimchi.

Ji Yue stretched her head and smelled it, nodding: "It's kimchi, and my mom has recently learned from others. It's not recommended to eat it, let it be underground."

Jiang Feng also came forward to help, picked up a small jar, and smelled it.

"Shanghai green, pickled vegetables."

Ji Yue glanced at him and exclaimed: "Master!"

"My mother also likes pickles." Jiang Fengdao glanced at the bottles and cans on the table, "only pickles."

Then the five began to work, classifying the heavy, rich and diverse love from Jiyue's mother.