Life is a Game

I ate pig-killing for lunch. Although it was incomplete, I couldn't hold it up.

Bring a pot of new sauerkraut stewed with white meat, stewed pork platter, pan-wrapped meat, shredded meat, stir-fried lettuce and egg soup. Except for the stir-fried lettuce, all of them are in large pots.

Qijiang Construction has a passion for hot pot meat. However, if it is not good enough, it won't burn the taste you want. You can eat it when the New Year is a year. Naturally, you must seize the opportunity to grab the hot pot meat and eat it.

The pot-baked meat made by the old man, golden color and sweet taste, only a trace of slightly sour is mainly sweet. The meat is golden, and the thickened succulent juice is yellowish and transparent. It is poured on the crispy meat that has been fried in the first place, and looks like crystal amber from afar. And this time, the old man also laid two sticks very leisurely. The emerald green onions are garnished, and the appearance is definitely good.

Minjiang Construction saw that the pan-wrapped meat had eyes straight, and its mouth was just like that of perpetual motion. It had been chewing the pan-wrapped meat in Kazkaz.

He was inattentive, and half of it was in his stomach.

"Dad, leave us something!" Jiang Yan was furious.

The dining table of the Minjiang family has always been weak and strong, and the fittest survives, but that is only applicable to brothers. If the wife and child have opinions, the effort on the hands and mouth must be lowered.

"Okay, Dad is not eating, Dad is eating, eating!" Jiang Jianshe hated to go to eat.

There are few people patronizing the platter of brine. The main reason is that the brine is not long enough. It is purely brought to the table. When it is on the brine for two days, the brine has completely penetrated, and the brine has become the color of the brine. It's delicious. Even if I drink porridge in the morning, I can sigh and drink with a bite of brine.

Qi Jiangfeng was absent-mindedly eating, always thinking about the fire of frying sugar, waiting for him to take a closer look.

Shabu-shabu with meat is empty.

Hand torn meat, empty.

The sauerkraut stewed white meat with blood sausage, the blood sausage was gone.

Minjiang Feng :? ? ?

Are you devil?

Qi Jiangfeng hasn't finished a bowl yet, Jiang Jiankang has started his third bowl journey.

Z City is located in the south. Even if the Jiang family is all in the north, it is difficult to buy a bowl in the north. However, the Jiang family all like to eat vegetables. The pursuit of rice is only to eat or fill up their stomachs, so there will not be a grand occasion of eating a meal seven or eight times a year.

As for the usual enough food, it depends on the mood of the cook.

Qi Jiangfeng looked at Jiang Jiankang, and his father had 4 blood sausages in his bowl.

Min Jiang Jiankang was eating sauerkraut happily. Suddenly he noticed that his son was looking. He turned his head and saw that Jiang Feng had nothing but white rice in his bowl and chopsticks did not pick up vegetables.

"Oh, what a pity, eat food!" Jiang Jiankang said, and then glanced around the dining table.

Ok……

"Eat lettuce, lettuce, aren't you your favorite lettuce?" Jiang Jiankang said.

Minjiang Feng :? ? ?

Qi Jiangfeng continued to stare at the blood sausage in her father's bowl, not speaking, strongly suggesting.

Qijiang Jiankang :?

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Looking at Jiang Jiankang's expression, Jiang Feng knew that he understood, and said, "Dad, I haven't tasted the blood sausage made by grandpa today."

"Did you not eat yesterday?" Jiang Jiankang opened his mouth.

"... that's different, yesterday was yesterday, today is today."

Qi Jiang Jiankang was silent, there was no way, after all, he was his own son, and he did n’t teach as a father when he could n’t reach the level of food.

With a sigh of relief, Jiang Jiankang picked out a piece of blood sausage, pinched it and then pinched it. He picked the smallest clip for Jiang Feng and said earnestly: "Your grandpa made delicious today."

Minjiang Feng :?

"Jiankang, give me a blood sausage." Comrade Wang Xiulian spoke.

Qijiang Jiankang gave Wang Xiulian the biggest blood sausage in his bowl on the spot and asked diligently, "Wife, do you want it?"

Minjiang Feng :? ? ?

Huh, man!

"No, I just have to finish this bowl. Son, do you want it, Mom divides you in half." Wang Xiulian asked.

"... Yes, thank you mom!"

Hehe, myself.

After eating, it is a happy fat house time for everyone, and the satisfaction brought by fullness makes everyone not want to move, either paralyzed in the room or paralyzed in the yard.

"Xiao Feng, go to boil the juice now?" Jiang Weiming asked for a rest for about thirty or forty minutes.

"Okay." Jiang Feng got up. He wasn't happy if he wasn't happy. He didn't have enough fun with this meal. He hadn't eaten a piece of blood sausage, so he tasted the juice of chopsticks.

Alas, yes, Comrade Jiang Jiankang was also unhappy. A large piece of tender blood sausage given to his wife was divided by the unlucky son by half.

Tender juice is that the rhubarb bubble starts to fry in the process of frying sugar, and it is no longer boiled after pouring water. For Jiang Feng, who is always unable to grasp the correct climate in the final sugar-coloring stage, tender juice is easier than frying sugar.

But it's only relative.

The tender juice made for the first time was a bit orange. Jiang Weiming did not comment, but said to Jiang Feng: "You taste it."

Min Jiangfeng dipped a little with chopsticks.

It seems ... a little sweet.

Qijiang Feng was also not sure, hesitantly said, "Is it sweet?"

"You still haven't grasped the time." Jiang Weiming said, "Before the bubbles in the pot have completely risen, you are anxious to pour boiling water. The more fried the sugar, the deeper the color, the more fried the sweeter the lighter the flavor, On the one hand, coloring is more important than seasoning. If you look at the tender juice you boil, the color is obviously wrong and not deep enough. "

"Fried sugar is not only about feelings, but also about eyes and tongue. Come, let me show you one time. But your juice is better than sugar." Jiang Weiming said, and started to demonstrate in person.

Qiujiang Maple Juice is better than sugar color ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ It is because Jiang Jiankang has seen it. The authentic Kung Pao chicken is seasoned with tender sauce. Although there are rock sugar soy sauce and rock sugar soy sauce that seem to replace the tender sauce and sugar color, if you want to pursue authentic taste, you have to personally boil.

Of course, the kung pao chicken made by Jiang Jiankang is cooked with ready-made condiments. The nine-round large intestine of the healthy cooking restaurant is a pig's large intestine, which can be cut into a roll instead of a dozen pig intestines. High-end version. Unless he is his own family, Jiang Jiankang never wants to spend more time.

Qijiang Feng has seen the tender juice boiled by Jiang Jiankang, which looks pretty good to Jiang Feng, but it is far worse than Jiang Weiming's boil today.

Jiang Weiming's movements are like clouds and flowing water. From the moment the sugar water enters the pot, he has a stroke in his heart. When he stirs, when he picks the goods, when he heats the water out of the pot, there is no hesitation and order. Then off.

The tender juice is not orange-red in color and slightly sticky, like a diluted syrup. Jiang Feng tasted it, the sweetness was still a little bit, but it was not as exaggerated as the one he had made before.

Qijiang Feng never knew the goods, but also could see that this tender juice, used to make nine rounds of large intestine, must be excellent.

"Did you understand?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"understood."

"Are you going?" Jiang Weiming asked again.

"Uh ..." Jiang Feng didn't dare to say that he would. He thought it would, but sometimes his hand would have his own thoughts.

"Well, you can try again." Jiang Weiming also had no trouble returning the pot to Jiang Feng for him.

* The hot pot meat is so delicious, but unfortunately I do n’t sell it hereˉ﹃ˉ

I know that northerners have a large amount of food when I brushed up on Weibo some time ago. As the first person in my family, I can eat up to 16 dumplings per meal. ○ | ￣ | _