Life is a Game

Now that the zongzi had been cooked and Jiang Feng had peeled the zongzi leaves and placed them on the plate, it was time for the salted duck eggs to be served.

By the time Jiang Feng went out with the rice dumplings, Grandma Jiang had already touched the mahjong table, with a winner's smile on her face.

The staff at the mahjong table has also changed significantly. Both Zhang Weiyu and Qi Rou have withdrawn from the game, and the new ones are Chen Suhua and Jiang Weiming. They just don’t know that Sang Ming is under great pressure among these three mahjong friends whose combined age is over 200 years old. not big.

Seeing Jiang Feng coming out with two plates of rice dumplings, the others were also very interested and went to the back kitchen to help serve the rice dumplings. There are different shapes and shapes, and some don’t even look like zongzi at all, but a glutinous rice dumpling is placed on the table, cut into two halves, golden yellow oily salted duck eggs follow closely, and people are watching all the time People playing mahjong or trying to take the opportunity to fall in love stretch out their chopsticks to eat.

Ji Yue picked up a pair of chopsticks, and casually poked at a very ugly rice dumpling that was the closest to her.

Ji Yue took a bite, and Jiang Feng, who was sitting next to her, keenly noticed that she had bitten the meat. Although the zongzi was ugly, the meat inside was quite large. Jiang Feng speculated that the zongzi should be made by Jiang Zaide.

The contrast between beauty and ugliness of the zongzi on the table is very sharp. Basically, only the zongzi made by Grandma Jiang and Chen Suhua conform to the aesthetics of normal people. The zongzi made by the two of them is very different - as a northerner, Chen Suhua makes small and delicate zongzi, in the shape of a small triangle. Grandma Jiang, as a southerner, put two rice dumplings made by Chen Suhua on her head, the shape of the Yangtze River Delta, and one can feed an ordinary female college student for a meal.

Wu Minqi doesn't know how to make zongzi, but she tried it at the beginning and found it didn't work, so she gave up. Later, she went to help Ji Xue peel the beans. She didn't see the process of Chen Suhua and Grandma Jiang making zongzi. She just relied on her instinct of liking beautiful things Stretch the chopsticks towards the triangle-shaped rice dumplings made by Grandma Jiang who is closest to her.

"Qiqi, you eat this. I peeled this zongzi first and it should be cold." Jiang Feng poked a zongzi made by Chen Suhua with his chopsticks and put the zongzi into Wu Minqi's bowl.

Wu Minqi was a little puzzled. She remembered that the rice dumplings that Jiang Feng peeled first were all big rice dumplings, and the small rice dumplings were peeled last.

"That zongzi was made by my grandma. The zongzi made by my grandma... are more... real." Jiang Feng explained in a low voice.

The zongzi made by Grandma Jiang is more than honest, if the zongzi is cold, it can be eaten directly as glutinous rice.

Most people make zongzi by adding rice based on their feeling, and stop when they feel that it is almost done. Grandma Jiang makes zongzi when she fills up the zongzi and pokes it with chopsticks. It tastes worse than ordinary zongzi. Grandma Jiang made the rice dumplings like this because of the special circumstances of the Jiang family itself. Nearly ten big fat boys could eat the rice dumplings. Make it tighter, Grandma Jiang will have to wrap the zongzi for two or three days.

This also caused the rice dumpling to have almost no taste except for the meat part. A rice dumpling is a combination of meat dumpling and pure glutinous rice white rice dumpling. There are inevitably some gaps.

Therefore, in order to make the whole zongzi have a meaty taste, Jiang's family uses broth instead of white water to cook zongzi.

Before eating zongzi, Jiang's family always ate a few meals of slightly fatty braised pork, and eating the leftover broth became the key to making Grandma Jiang's delicious meat zongzi.

Today, Mude broth, but the meat dumplings produced by Grandma Jiang are as honest as ever.

Jiang Feng swept around their table, only Qi Rou was eating the rice dumplings made by Grandma Jiang, and it was a little difficult for her to chew. It seems that her teeth are not very good at a young age.

After searching among the many zongzi on the table, Jiang Feng finally found the ugly and featureless zongzi he made, and quickly poked it into his bowl with chopsticks.

When he wrapped it, he picked the meat very carefully. It was fat and thin. Although it was ugly, it must taste very good.

Ji Yue ate the rice dumplings in her bowl in a few mouthfuls, reminiscing about the taste of meat in her mouth, but thinking about the number on the scale this morning, she controlled her desire to eat the second one, and started chatting with the people next to her In order to divert attention from thinking about eating zongzi.

"What are we going to do later?" Ji Yue asked, she knew that the zongzi at noon today was just an appetizer, and the main event was to celebrate Jiang Weiming's birthday at night.

And eat hot pot.

"The people in our back kitchen are going to the kitchen to cook. If you don't mind, let's deal with the ingredients for the hot pot tonight. Didn't Sang Ming bring two pieces of mahjong? You can still play mahjong." Jiang Feng said , took a big bite of the meat, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, "Why don't you eat it?"

"...I'm full." Ji Yue tried hard not to look at the zongzi on the table.

"Have you eaten salted duck eggs? This salted duck egg is very delicious. You see, they are all double-yellow, but the egg white is a bit salty." Jiang Feng warmly recommended the salted duck egg that no one cares about for the time being.

Ji Yue hesitated for a moment, and decisively stretched out her hand towards half of the salted duck egg that had already been cut.

He noticed that Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide had finished solving the second one, and they were both looking at the few zongzi left on the table with the eyes of a falcon looking for prey.

"Brother De, you made the rice dumpling near the middle of the plate yourself." Jiang Feng reminded him friendly.

Jiang Zaide was overjoyed and stretched out his chopsticks to poke away a large piece of meat dumpling.

Wu Minqi also finished eating the small meat dumplings in the bowl.

"Qiqi, do you want zongzi?" Jiang Feng asked.

Wu Minqi nodded, and chose among the only 9 rice dumplings left on the table, and finally picked a rice dumpling that was so ugly that it didn't have Jiang's characteristics, making it difficult for Jiang Feng to tell who made the rice dumplings.

"I want that!" Wu Minqi pointed to the zongzi on the plate farthest from her, and Jiang Feng got up to help her pinch the zongzi.

Ji Yue silently turned her head, she felt a little flash on her right side.