v3 Chapter 821： Your grandpa is your grandpa

The young Jiang Feng didn't know that what Jiang Weiming did was a sectarian sect that was comparable to Jiang Chengde back then. Even if he knew it, he would only laugh and say to Jiang Weiming, Grandpa San, you think too much.

He also started a school, and now all he wants to do is to hammer Chef Arnold in the final of the China-US Kitchen King Competition.

Although the semi-finals of this show have not yet begun, the organizers seem to have evaporated for more than half a month, and the finals are far away. Jiang Feng still hopes that he can make his own Jiang's ginseng before the finals, and then points to Arnold. The chef said a **** silently to the dishes.

It is true that there is no deep hatred between him and Chef Arnold. Only a little misunderstanding and resentment are not counted, but in front of Chef Arnold, he can say how **** thinks and feels good.

"Xiao Feng, is one mango enough?" The aunt asked with a smile.

Jiang Feng glanced at the fruit tea, half a cup of mango juice and half a cup of mango, and on the top there was a grape that was cut in half and inserted on the edge of the cup.

All milk tea shops across the country should learn from the big aunt. This is called Mango Duoduo!

"Enough is enough." Jiang Feng said hurriedly.

"That's good, big aunt will make you another glass of grape juice." The big aunt looked very happy, and immediately made a glass and a half of grape juice and a half of grapes, and there was a piece on the top that was cut in half and inserted on the edge of the cup. Mango has a lot of grapes.

Jiang Feng:?

In the end, Jiang Feng drank a lot of mangoes, a lot of grapes, a lot of peaches and a lot of fresh oranges. Before the dumplings had a bite, he drank juice and hiccups. Not surprisingly, his first four dumplings should be grape, mango, peach and orange.

Just when Jiang Feng started to eat mangoes from Mango Duoduoli, Wu Minqi finally came back with the cake. Jiang Zaide was also back with her. The two should have met downstairs.

After a day of hard work, Jiang Zaide was fully armed and dressed like a member of the Antarctic scientific expedition team. As soon as he entered the room and saw Jiang Feng drinking fruit tea, his eyes lit up, and he rushed to his mother to express his desire loudly.

"Mom, I want to drink mango juice too!"

"Squeeze yourself!"

Jiang Zaide: QAQ

Jiang Zaide looked at the four cups of fruit tea in front of Jiang Feng with jealousy. Jiang Feng was even a little embarrassed to take the initiative to say: "I'll help you squeeze a cup."

"No need." Jiang Zaide quickly refused, "Little brother, you stay at home so hard every day, but I just came back from get off work how can you help me squeeze the juice? I squeeze it by myself!"

Jiang Feng:?

As soon as Wu Minqi came back and put down the cake, she went into the kitchen to help Grandma Jiang cook dumplings. Jiang Feng continued to fish the mangoes and ate slowly, watching relatives in the house, listening to her mother and aunt talking about home-style, weight loss, skin care, winter New coat. Hearing Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng complaining about the stupid Party A, Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide complaining about the hospital's trivial matters, this familiar and unfamiliar feeling made Jiang Feng a little confused.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't looked like this for a long time.

It feels like I haven't even seen you for a long time.

These days, he wakes up and cooks, cooks, and sleeps every day, and he doesn't seem to have much communication with people. Even if I live in the same roof with Qiqi, I just have breakfast together in the morning and a few words when I eat the fruit plate in the evening. It's not like a boyfriend or even a college roommate. When I think about it, I feel that when I eat the fruit plate at night, I haven't talked about any substantive content. I haven't even talked about the daily life of Taifenglou.

Jiang Feng hasn't heard everyone talk about life's trivial matters for a long time.

I didn’t listen to Wang Hao showing off what outstanding achievements he had made to make the leaders admire him. I didn’t listen to my father’s talking about where there was a particularly good kitchen knife. I really wanted to buy it. I didn’t listen to Jiyue after reading his Alipay. After WeChat and the bank card balance, I made a fuss and shouted that I was going bankrupt. I didn’t hear Xia Xia chant that the radishes in the next-door convenience store Kanto boil were sold out, and I didn’t even hear Kiki tell him that the napkins at home were used up and let him go to the supermarket to buy more. A few mentions come back.

He is close to everyone, but far away from everyone.

But obviously, he prefers the feeling now.

As Grandma Jiang came out of the kitchen with a pot of steaming dumplings, the Jiang family's occasional, irregular, non-quantitative and unlimited number of people gatherings to eat dumplings began several times a year.

Today's dumplings, from kneading the dough, making dumpling fillings, rolling the skin, and finally making dumplings, are all done by the old man alone, and only the cooking part is done by Grandma Jiang. Grandma Jiang also expressed her dissatisfaction with this. She felt that her dumplings were well wrapped, big and tight, and like the dumplings she wrapped, they were absolutely full.

Although the Jiang family didn't have all the members, the more appetizing ones basically arrived. In order to make everyone enjoy this dumpling meal today, the old man has specially wrapped a variety of flavors, including pork and green onions, mutton green onions, chives and eggs, cabbage pork, cabbage mushrooms and dumplings stuffed with white radish. There are meat and vegetarian dumplings, but only in quantity. There must be more meat dishes than vegetarian ones.

When the old man made the bag, he packed the different fillings separately, but when Grandma Jiang was cooking, she didn't care so much, she threw her brain into the pot. After several batches were cooked, they were all put in a pot and brought out at one time. This caused the bottom of the dumplings in the pot to be warm, and the surface was hot. People who were afraid of being hot had to turn the dumplings underneath. Come up and eat.

Of course, temperature is not the biggest problem everyone has to face.

The stuffing is.

Grandma Jiang was mixed and boiled. Except for dumplings like leeks and eggs, which can be seen directly, no one can know whether they have cabbage pork or white radish before taking the first bite.

A large bowl of dumplings was put on the table steadily, and the table shook with a choke.

"It's time to eat, eat dumplings!" Grandma Jiang yelled out of breath, and everyone moved after hearing the noise, as if she made the dumplings today.

The old man silently put down the dumpling skins he had not had time to make, patted the flour on his hands, and went to find a bowl to eat dumplings.

The dining table is not big. The dining table of Jiang Jiankang's family is just a cheap dining table sold in an ordinary furniture store. It can put a pot of dumplings and there is no room for people who can eat a pot of dumplings. But everyone doesn't mind, as long as you have a bowl in your hand, vinegar in the bowl, and dumplings on top of the vinegar, where to eat it?

At the dining table, on the sofa, and on the small round stool beside the coffee table, you can eat without standing on the edge of the living room or squatting by the window. In this case, the dining table is no longer the best place to eat—on the soft sofa.

"Brother, sit here, it's spacious!" Jiang Zaide quickly grabbed the best sofa position and waved at Jiang Feng enthusiastically.

"Brother, this dumpling is definitely made of pork and green onions. Don't you like pork and green onion dumplings the most! This is for you!" Jiang Shoucheng chose to give Jiang Feng the dumplings in his bowl.

"Er, you didn't pour the vinegar. Dad will get the vinegar for you." Jiang Jiankang took a different approach.

"Baby, this is the fruit tea that mom and your aunt just learned to make, come and taste it!" Wang Xiuli handed Jiang Feng a cup of mangoes, which are not many mangoes.

There is no doubt that Jiang Feng is the center of the Jiang family at this moment.

The old man sitting at the table quietly eating dumplings:?

The old man suddenly felt that the hot and fragrant dumplings in the bowl were tasteless.

This scene is familiar and unfamiliar.

What is familiar is everyone's diligent attitude, what is unfamiliar to UU reading is the object of everyone's diligence.

Father:????????

Noting the old man's emotional changes, Jiang Weiming, who was also sitting at the table quietly eating dumplings, smiled and put down his chopsticks: "Why, not used to it?"

"Humph." The old man snorted coldly, everything was silent.

"A bunch of little rascals with no conscience."

"Just get used to it." Jiang Weiming watched the show.

"Impossible." The old man said with a straight face, cleared his throat, and said loudly, "The meat and elbows braised in the kitchen downstairs should be ready now. Who will get them?"

The entire living room seemed to have been pressed the pause button.

The next moment, everyone was boiling.

"Dad, I'm going, I'm going now!" Jiang Jiankang put the bowl on the coffee table and flushed it out.

"San Bo, you have a hard time today, so please rest, I'll go!" Jiang Zaide stopped Jiang Jiankang and turned into a roadblock.

"Baby, don't go right as soon as you get off work. It's too tiring to carry the meat and elbows so heavy. Dad will do." Jiang Jianguo was so distressed that his saliva flowed out.

"Big brother, let me go!" Jiang Jianye had already got the key.

...

After a fierce competition, Jiang Jianguo won the victory with absolute tonnage advantage and the spare key to the father's house.

Jiang Weiming was already stupid.

After Jiang Jianguo went out happily eating meat, he slowed down and asked, "When did you make meat and elbows?"

"I got ready to come together early in the morning." The old man looked smug and didn't forget to glance at Jiang Feng, who was also sitting on the sofa with a dazed look. His eyes seemed to say:

Grandson, you are still tender!

Jiang Feng who noticed the look in the father's eyes:?

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