Life is a Game

At 3:17 in the afternoon, the dishes began to arrive on the table one after another.

Jiang Weiguo's dishes were all finished, and Jiang Weiming's porpoise was at the final stage. Jiang Jiankang came in halfway and fried rice with pickled vegetables and left soon. Jiang Feng's 7 servings of eight-treasure chestnut pigeon had just been brought out, and only the crab was left. The stuffed oranges were still simmering slowly in the pot.

The shredded yam is a dessert on the table, so don't rush to make it.

These days, Jiang Feng is using an earthen stove to stew things in Li's house in the afternoon to get a feeling, and at night he is using a gas stove to take notes at home. The cooking technique has been improving steadily. After pondering some experience, the gas stove is still nothing.

The two old men had already left. Jiang Weiming stained his clothes and needed to change into a new one, so he was relieved to hand the porpoise to Jiang Feng to watch him. As a result, Jiang Feng was the only one left in the kitchen guarding the gas stove, looking at the notes recorded a few days ago with his mobile phone, and turning the gas stove on and off in time.

The crab stuffed oranges had only been in the pot for five minutes, and Jiang Feng had turned on and off the fire twice.

Outside the house, all the juniors of the Jiang family were present, even Jiang Shoucheng, who was supposed to be on duty at the hospital, came. He changed shifts with his grandson in order to have today's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, which also means that he will have to wait until next week. Worked night shifts for three consecutive days.

For the sake of love, Jiang Shoucheng, who eats broccoli every day until he is haggard for Yi Xiao, only has two hundred catties, and soon he may not even have two hundred catties, raises his head and looks longingly at the old man not far away. The two Eight Immortals tables filled with dishes began to count people.

"Uncle, uncle, brother De, grandpa, grandpa third, Xiaofeng... Xiaofeng is in the kitchen, grandma, eh, where is grandma?" Jiang Shoucheng was surprised to find that grandma Jiang was not here.

"What are you looking for?" Jiang Zaide took the snowskin mooncakes given to him by his fifth aunt, and ate half a bite.

The taste is not bad, but it's a pity that it didn't come out of the freezer. Jiang Zaide said that he prefers the refrigerated snow skin mooncakes, and the frozen ones are better. His teeth are easy to bite.

"Brother De, have you seen grandma? Hey, where did you get this mooncake?" Jiang Shoucheng was attracted by the snowy mooncake in Jiang Zaide's hand.

"Grandma seems to have gone to the kitchen. Isn't she going to make shallot pancakes today?" Jiang Zaide opened his mouth and wrapped the remaining half of the snowy mooncake into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it. , I'm going to eat soon, you eat less mooncakes, I just take a small one to taste. Fifth Aunt came back this time with a suitcase of mooncakes, if you want to eat, you can take some to the hospital, but this time Fifth Aunt doesn't seem to have brought ham and mooncakes, I just searched for a box of hams and didn't find any. Maybe they didn't bring them, or maybe they were all at Junlian's place, I just saw a lot of mooncakes piled up in her place."

The ham mooncakes that Jiang Zaide could not find were all in Ji Xia's place at this time. Jiang Junlian is a person who is very keen on unpacking. The four big boxes of ham mooncakes she brought to Ji Xia have been dismantled by her until there are only single mooncakes left, and all the outer packaging has been put into the trash can.

"This is a ham mooncake from southern Yunnan. The ham inside is all lean meat. I like this brand the most. My uncle brings me a lot of this kind of mooncake every Mid-Autumn Festival! And this one. Although the packaging of this brand of mooncakes is very Ugly, but the mooncakes are delicious, the bread is full of meat, but it’s a little salty if you eat too much.” Jiang Junlian began to introduce her favorite mooncakes to the good sister she just met, “Try this, And this, this, this, you must eat more of this."

Ji Xia was caught off guard by Jiang Junlian stuffing a bunch of mooncakes.

Ji Xia had never eaten ham mooncakes before, and he didn't even know that this kind of thing that looked like sesame seed cakes was actually a mooncake. Before Jiang Feng ordered Babaozhai's mooncakes to be delivered, he stuffed Ji Xia with a mooncake, but he didn't tell Ji Xia that it was a mooncake. Ji Xia always thought that what she ate that day was a delicious sweet meatless sesame seed cake.

Ji Xia opened the mooncake and took a bite.

Mouth full of meat.

Meat.

Salty.

The grains are distinct and full. The salty and fresh ham flavor fills every corner of the mouth, complementing the puff pastry. One salty and the other light, it is just right when it meets the mouth. The place touched by the tongue is full of meaty taste. This feeling of eating meat is what Ji Xia likes the most, and it is also the most enjoyable.

Ji Xia narrowed his eyes happily.

Since she worshiped Jiang Feng as her teacher, she has been able to eat many different kinds of meat every day, but she can never get tired of eating it, whether it is pork, chicken, duck, fish, mutton or some other meat, as long as it is meat Ji Xia likes both.

But Ji Xia didn't dare to eat meat all the time, even though she knew that most of Master's family members were as fond of meat as she was, and had even witnessed the fight between gods on the dining table, and the effect of chopsticks making swords and swords in their hands, But Ji Xia was still a little cautious when eating.

These years, when she eats in the cafeteria at school, whether she can eat meat or not depends on the mood of the big vegetable aunt. When eating beef noodles in Master Liang's noodle restaurant, she is embarrassed to scoop up a lot of beef. Whether she can eat meat at home depends on Her mother's mood, if her mother is in a good mood and Ji Xia can pick up two chopsticks of meat, from the third chopsticks onwards, she will accuse Ji Xia of being ignorant and not knowing how to leave good things to her father, which is not as good as Ji Xue's clichéd accusations.

Gradually, Ji Xia got into the habit of picking at most two chopsticks of meat when eating.

Only during the Chinese New Year is the time when Ji Xia can eat meat freely, but it won't last for a few days, Ji Xia can't stay at grandma's house for the whole New Year. For Ji Xia, grandma is the only one who will give her some meat so that she can eat more.

Now there is one more.

Jiang Junlian was stuffing her with ham mooncakes non-stop.

Ji Xia could only eat one by one, four in one go, one each of the four different brands of ham mooncakes, Jiang Junlian ate with her at the side, not only eating, Jiang Junlian also shared with Ji Xia what she had eaten before mooncakes.

"Xiaxia, let me tell you, I ate a mustard salmon mooncake the year before last, and the taste was absolutely amazing."

"You can feel the crispy crust in the mouth of that mooncake, and after you bite it, your mouth will be overwhelmed by the slight mustard flavor. What follows is the rich and unique fatty aroma of salmon, driven by the taste of seaweed in the mouth Jumping in it. When chewing carefully, you may even find that the sweet and springy fish roe in the middle is washed ashore by the seaweed and salmon waves.”

"Ah, that smell!"

Jiang Junqing, who was standing by the side and didn't want to eat mooncakes, just wanted to eat quickly: ...

Sister, you should be sober, the Chinese test has passed, you don't need to write any more essays.

In the past, Ji Xia or my younger brother's apprentices took one bite at a time, but now they only ate cakes together for a few months, and Xia Xia, Xia Xia's call came.

Oh, twin sister.

On the other side, Grandma Jiang was baking pancakes in the kitchen.

Shallot pancakes, one plate uses shallots and the other plate uses green onions, the shallots are sprinkled with sesame seeds, and the green onions are not sprinkled with sesame seeds.

Jiang Feng and Grandma Jiang each had a pot, Jiang Feng braised crab stuffed with oranges, and Grandma Jiang made pancakes, which was very harmonious.

Soon, this harmony was broken by the phone call from the delivery guy.

"Grandma, I'm going to get a takeaway. Please help me look at my pot." Jiang Feng asked Grandma Jiang for help.

"What's in your pot?" Grandma Jiang had just baked a plate of scallion pancakes, and handed the plate to Jiang Feng, "By the way, take this plate of pancakes to your grandpa's table."

"I'll stew the crab stuffed with oranges again. Let me take a look. I'll be back in two minutes." Jiang Feng took the cake and ran out.

Grandma Jiang looked at Jiang Feng's pot, looked at the small fire on the pot, and thought about Jiang Feng's actions of turning the fire on and off, turning it off and on again.

Xiaofeng calls this braised?

stew?

Can this also be called stew? ? ?

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besides.