v3 Chapter 488： Family

What is home?

For most people, the home is Chaimi oil and salt sauce vinegar, but also Qinqi calligraphy and painting poetry flower wine. Home is a small house, a small house where you can smell the food when you go home.

Jiang Yong's home is like that.

Jiang Yong worked for many years in Zhiwei Magazine. Xu Cheng has always been generous to his subordinate employees. It is for this reason that Jiang Yong has a set of one hundred and three flats and two living rooms in Modu without a local. Small house.

Jiang Yong's house was bought decades ago. The community is relatively old and belongs to the category of waiting for demolition. Because the district is old, there is no heating. When Jiang Feng arrived, they could feel the air-conditioning in the house as soon as they pushed the door, warm and dry.

The air conditioner was not ventilated, and the indoor air circulation was very dull. When Jiang Weiming walked in, he coughed a few times and rubbed his nose.

Jiang Yong's wife, Lin Juan, is a native of Modu, and has met with Jiang Weiming countless times since he married Jiang Yong. After hearing the door opening, Lin Juan quickly walked out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula in her hand, wearing an apron like a housewife.

"Dad, fortunately on the way. This is Xiaofeng. Your second cousin often mentions you at home with me. I heard that you are a chef and have good skills. Today, my aunt is ugly in front of you. Lin Juan smiled, turned around and shouted into the room, "Jiang Xiaoran, your grandfather and your cousin are here, what are you still doing in the room? It's not time to come out!"

"Jiang Yong, take good care of Dad, Dad, Xiaofeng, don't stand in the hallway, there is cold near the door, come in quickly and sit on the sofa. The dishes in my pot are not finished, and there are ten minutes left. I can start cooking. "Lin Juan went into the kitchen.

"Less a bit of material," Jiang Yong reminded, "be light."

"Got it."

Jiang Yong dragged his suitcase into the room, and Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiming changed their slippers.

Jiang Yong's family is not big, but there are a lot of things. Just in the living room and dining room, Jiang Feng can see no less than three or four cabinets, each of which is fully packed. On the coffee table, on the TV cabinet, on the porch cabinet, there were basically no places where things could be put. Jiang Feng even found a computer-related professional book in the corner of the sofa.

After Jiang Yong put his luggage away, he came out of the room and waved at Jiang Feng: "Xiao Feng, come here."

After speaking, Jiang Yong pushed open the door of another room: "Xiao Ran, didn't your mother tell you to come out just now? What are you doing in the room? Your grandpa and your cousin both came and didn't know they came out. Calling people. "

In the room was an inch-sized young man who was typing on the keyboard in front of the computer. He heard Jiang Yong's words and stopped reluctantly. "Dad, I'll fix the bug, and I'll be out soon after I finish."

"Changing bugs and bugs, I know how to do it every day, and I have n’t seen you change it every day. Your grandfather and cousin have all come here, and they have come all the way from Peiping all the way. Personally, I have to remind you three times. Why didn't I find that you were so expensive? "Jiang Yong said angrily." This is your cousin Jiang Feng, your uncle's son. "

Jiang Xiaoran looked a bit awkward in looking at Jiang Feng. It was awkward to meet with his cousin who hadn't met for more than 20 years.

"Hello, my name is Jiang Xiaoran, it's ... is your cousin."

Jiang Yong shot Jiang Xiaoran helplessly: "How can you talk like this, go to the living room and make a cup of tea for your grandpa, and the tea is on the cabinet."

"Oh." Jiang Xiaoran went out.

Jiang Feng began to look at Jiang Xiaoran's room. The decoration was simple. The computer desk, bookcase and bed, but I didn't know why there were two beds. The one next to the wall is an ordinary single bed, and the other looks like a small folding bed that was temporarily made.

There are a lot of boxes in the corner, one of which is unpacked, and all of them are apples, which should be some of the New Year's goods purchased by the Jiang Yong family for the New Year.

"Your cousin works at a game company. He either stays in the company or stays at home and doesn't communicate with others, so he doesn't talk much." Jiang Yong pointed to the small folding bed. "Xiao Feng, your uncle I don't have enough rooms in this house. I can only blame you for sleeping on this small folding bed tonight. Because this room doesn't fit other things too much, I'll put your luggage in the next room for you. "

"Thank you, Uncle, I only stayed one night, so that's fine." Jiang Feng laughed and set his sights on a row of computer desks.

The empress, various ship maidens, Makase Hongliqi, Hatsune Miku, and Kame Maruka.

Even being green is a master, no shortage of wives.

Jiang Yong and Jiang Feng also introduced other facilities, focusing on the old toilets that often failed and the old water heaters that occasionally failed. When the two came out of the bathroom, they saw Jiang Xiaoran a bit nervous, sitting rigidly next to Jiang Weiming, rubbing his hands and looking around blindly, but dare not look at Jiang Weiming.

He knew that he was chatting with his grandpa, but he didn't know he thought he was on a blind date.

Although Jiang Xiaoran is the grandson of Jiang Weiming, he has not seen Jiang Weiming for many years. Even if Jiang Weiming's wife was still alive, when Jiang Yonghui brought his wife and children back to the New Year's Eve in New Year's Eve, he would just eat a New Year's Eve dinner and leave at home for one night.

Although Jiang Xiaoran and Jiang Weiming are ancestors and grandchildren, they are no different from strangers. Jiang Xiaoran passing by on the road could not recognize Jiang Weiming as his grandfather.

Jiang Feng and Jiang Yong sat on the sofa and joined the awkward silence.

Don't look at Jiang Yong's enthusiasm when picking up people, and his father screamed very kindly and naturally, but it really made him and Jiang Weiming sit face to face and speak. He couldn't say a word.

Not to mention Jiang Feng, he will never speak if others don't ue him.

Four men named Jiang were silent on the sofa.

The dinner ended the silence.

Although there were only five people eating, Lin Juan cooked a good table because of the significance of the meal.

Stir-fried beef, stir-fried broccoli, shredded potato shreds, braised pork ribs, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, braised prawns with prawns, steamed pork, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and roasted chestnut chicken All are home-cooked and hearty.

Is just selling.

Before everyone sat down and had time to stretch their chopsticks, Jiang Yong discovered the anomaly on the table: "Juanzi, what about soup?"

Just after taking off the apron bench, Lin Juan, who was still sitting hot, slaps her head and will get up: "Oh, I forgot, I said that I always felt something was missing when I was just cooking, you wait, I will give you Make a seaweed egg soup. "

Jiang Weiming waved his hand and smiled, "No, Lin Juan is not easy to cook so many dishes. Without soup, there is no soup."

"Dad, what's for dinner without soup? It only takes two minutes for a laver egg soup." Jiang Yongdao.

Jiang Weiming got up: "Lin Juan has been busy all afternoon. Let me make this soup."

"How can this be done, dad and you rest, I will do it." Lin Juan quickly stopped.

"You're all resting, don't you just make a soup. When I was in Peiping, I also made cannonball dolphins, Xiaofeng, did you?" Jiang Weiming suddenly ue Jiang Feng.

"Yes, yes, Grandpa also made cannonball yesterday, and his craftsmanship has not regressed at all, but it's better." Jiang Feng, who did not eat a mouthful of cannonball, began to talk nonsense.

Both Jiang Yong and Lin Juan could not beat Jiang Weiming, and they only allowed him to make soup in the kitchen. Jiang Weiming didn't come to the table to move the chopsticks. Everyone was afraid to move the chopsticks. He sat quietly at the table and waited for Jiang Weiming to prepare the soup.

"Xiao Feng, how are you doing in Peiping recently? Is the business in the store OK?" Jiang Yong took the lead to break the silence.

"It's very good, that is, the temperature in Peiping is relatively low. When you go out, you have to wear more cold and warm clothes. There is nothing to fear when there is heating in the room. They are all entrusted with" Taste ". It ’s awesome, I ’m so busy every day, and three new chefs were recruited in January. ”Jiang Feng laughed, feeling that her throat was a bit dry.

"It's good to have heating. Your aunt and I plan to change a house next year and install heating in the new house." Jiang Yongdao.

When talking about heating and heating, Jiang Feng noticed the problem of air-conditioning: "Yes, second grandpa, third grandpa, his throat is not very good. In January, he fell ill and recuperated at home for several days. I saw it when I came in. He is coughing, it is estimated that the air conditioner is not good and uncomfortable. When he sleeps at night, he must not be able to blow the air conditioner. You have to prepare a few thick quilts for him. "

Jiang Yong nodded quickly and wrote down, anxious to take out a small book on the spot and let Jiang Feng 12345 give him a list of precautions.

Jiang Weiming seemed to be the breakthrough point for chatting. On the previous topic, Jiang Feng and Jiang Yong talked about some other things about Jiang Weiming. Lin Juan can still insert one or two sentences from time to time, Jiang Xiaoran can't insert half a sentence and can only sit and listen to the two of them chatting.

Unconsciously, Jiang Weiming's soup was ready. Jiang Weiming took the soup out of the kitchen. Lin Juan quickly got up to take the soup and placed the soup firmly in the center of the table.

This is not seaweed egg soup.

The soup is thicker, it should be thicker than soup, and the ingredients are very mixed. The color of the soup is not clear and turbid. It looks like the strange soup of **** health but not the strange soup of **** health.

Jiang Feng was the first to respond. The soup should be Baiwei soup. Jiang Weiming had never made Baiwei soup before his face.

Although Jiang Feng reacted but did not say anything, Jiang Yong stared at Tang and looked at it for a while, and then came back and asked, "Dad, is this Baiwei soup?"

"Yes, I just came into the kitchen and saw a lot of ingredients. Some of them were cut on the chopping board and used up some. Baiwei soup made by hand." Jiang Weiming laughed.

After he said this, Lin Juan was a little embarrassed, and quickly explained: "Dad, this is the first time I was thinking of a large number of people, so I made more portions, and later I thought that since so many dishes are not needed, That ’s so much, so there are so many ingredients left. I originally wanted to put it in the refrigerator and wait for tomorrow, but I just did n’t deal with it. ”

"When cooking, I can control the quantity very well. I have just put those ingredients into small bowls, because I don't know what to keep, so I put them on the table first." Jiang Weiming smiled and clipped A chopsticks broccoli.

"Dad, what kind of soup is Baiwei Soup? Why haven't I heard of it before?" Jiang Xiaoran asked.

"Why haven't you heard that when you brought you back to your hometown, your grandfather didn't give it to you ..." Jiang Yong stopped before he finished speaking. He remembered that he had brought Jiang Xiaoran home a very limited number of times, and Jiang Xiaoran might be really Have never drank Baiwei soup.

"This is your grandpa's specialty soup. When your grandpa was still in the state-run hotel, the most popular one was this soup. The leaders above all called for the soup." Jiang Yongdao, didn't mention it, didn't say It was as if he hadn't said it.

"Oh." Jiang Xiaoran knew that silence was golden when his elders ate at the same table.

Because of curiosity about Baiwei soup, Jiang Xiaoran didn't pinch the vegetables first, but simmered himself a small bowl of soup first. Jiang Xiaoran was sitting next to Jiang Feng ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Seeing Jiang Feng staring at Tang and thinking he wanted to drink, he asked: "Jiang Feng ... cousin, should I also give you a bowl?"

The spoon is still in Jiang Xiaoran's hand.

"Thank you Xiaoran, you can just call me Xiaofeng." Jiang Feng laughed and handed the bowl to Jiang Xiaoran.

When handing over the bowl, Jiang Feng's hand touched Jiang Xiaoran's hand.

"drop."

The system beep sounded suddenly.

Ok?

Jiang Feng stretched his hand forward and met Jiang Xiaoran's hand again.

No system prompt sounds.

Jiang Xiaoran :?

"I accidentally encountered it, sorry." Jiang Feng quickly explained.

Jiang Xiaoran nodded, preparing to make soup.