Life is a Game

Almost immediately after the grandson succeeded to the throne, everyone gave the most honest reaction.

Passionate, eager and loud.

"Son, let's eat a big goose stewed in an iron pot. This goose is very good, especially suitable for stewing in an iron pot!" Jiang Jiankang grabbed the goose's neck again.

"Xiaofeng, how about the oil meal paste? Fourth Uncle believes you can do it!" Jiang Jianye made a longing voice.

"Brother, I want to eat stewed duck with rice, but I didn't even get rice that time." Jiang Junlian looked aggrieved.

"Little brother, Jiuzhuan Dachang!" The three brothers Jiang Zaide, Jiang Shoucheng, and Jiang Ran spoke in unison, loud enough to break the roof of the house.

Even Grandma Jiang joined in the fun with a smile: "I think the glutinous rice lotus root that Jiang Feng made last year is quite delicious."

There are as many dishes as there are Jiang family members who want to eat during the Chinese New Year.

Jiang Feng knew very well that even if he ascended the throne and became the latest head of the New Year's Eve dinner, it would be impossible to satisfy everyone's desire on the New Year's Eve dinner. To be precise, the Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner is not what everyone desires.

The old man never cared what everyone wanted to eat, because the old man knew very well that as long as he made it, everyone wanted to eat it.

Jiang Feng should also be very clear. With his current cooking skills, as long as he cooks, everyone loves to eat. The question is what he wants to do.

There are still two days before the New Year's Eve, so the top priority is what to do tonight.

The person in charge of the Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner is not responsible for the meal on the night of the New Year's Eve. The scope of business is the dishes during the entire New Year's Eve until the evening of the Lantern Festival on the 15th. Breakfast, lunch and dinner are all included, and even family visits are included. The dumplings and dim sum brought by friends are counted among them.

Before he could feel the joy of becoming a king, Jiang Feng felt the distress of being a king.

It's really cool to be in power, but approving memorials is not an easy task.

"Okay, what's the noise, eat what you have. Why. If it doesn't suit your appetite, you don't want to eat it. If you don't want to eat elsewhere, pack up your things and get back to the city. Some of them are still there. Beep, I didn’t let you do it again.” The old man was angry, “What are you still sticking to me for? You should help, you should clean up. What’s the matter? Is the house clean? Or do you think it’s so big? The three of us old things in the house can be cleaned. Are the three of us your babysitters? You can’t tell if your room hasn’t been cleaned? Have you wiped the table, swept the floor, and cleaned the dust? What are you doing idle here? , be an uncle!"

Everyone scattered like birds and beasts, even the two sisters Jiang Jun and Qing Jiang Junlian grabbed their schoolbags and went back to the house to do their homework.

Jiang Feng, the old man and Jiang Weiming went to the kitchen to process the ingredients.

As soon as he entered the kitchen and saw the familiar pork parts that had been processed everywhere, Jiang Feng knew something was wrong.

His cooking style is completely different from the old man's.

The dishes that the old man is good at are basically pork dishes, and they are big meat, big pieces of pork belly, elbows, and ribs. This feature is especially evident on the Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner table.

Jiang’s New Year’s Eve dinner is basically composed of pork from cold dishes to stewed dishes, hot dishes to big dishes. The dumplings are basically pork stuffing. The breakfast is usually stewed pork noodles, which revolve around pigs throughout the year.

This is the old man's style, not Jiang Feng's.

Because of the game, Jiang Feng's cooking style was influenced by the game's recipes to a certain extent. Except for porridge, which he was good at, the other special dishes that Jiang Feng could think of immediately were basically game recipes and dishes learned from memory.

Except for a small number of simple and quick dishes, most of the difficult dishes use broth.

This meant that once Jiang Feng took over the Jiang family's New Year's Eve dinner, the style of the New Year's Eve dinner would change from the traditional Lu cuisine style based on pork to a mixed cuisine style based on broth.

Jiang Feng looked at the pot full of pork and got into trouble.

"Grandpa, I cook...it seems that I don't need so much pork."

The old man said indifferently: "Tell them what you want. If you don't run out of pork, use it to make dumplings and give some to every household."

Jiang Feng realized.

So the members of the Jiang family who were cleaning the house received an urgent task from the new chef of the Jiang family before they even wiped the table clean.

Jiang Feng needs more hens, a variety of seafood, all kinds of fresh vegetables such as fish, shiitake mushrooms, and winter bamboo shoots. There is no requirement for quality, the only requirement is to be fresh.

The ingredients that Jiang Feng wanted were much easier to find than the super-high-quality pork that the old man asked for last year. Even if it was near the end of the new year, everyone in the Jiang family would collect it for him within two days if they had a good network of contacts within their city limits. . Seven or eight hens, 30 to 40 catties of fresh fish of different varieties, piles of fresh and juicy vegetables, and other dishes that Jiang Feng didn't ask for, but after seeing everything, why don't you buy them by the way? into the kitchen.

As soon as the ingredients are in place, the broth is hoisted up.

The home is no better than the store, and there are fewer stoves, so there is no way to make a lot of broth at the same time. However, Jiang’s family has a lot of food per capita. The broth dishes are delicious, but if you don’t like them, it’s better to eat the pork dishes that are large and full.

Now that Jiang Feng is a mature chef, he naturally wouldn't make such a low-level mistake, so the broth had to be served a day in advance, non-stop from morning till night. So much so that on the twenty-ninth day of the Lunar New Year, Jiang's house exudes a rich, enticing and delicious broth aroma from the inside to the outside.

Among them, Li Cuihua's family, who was closest to Jiang's family, smelled the smell first and most clearly. When other people who are far away pass by Jiang's house and smell the broth, they will only feel in their hearts what the Jiang family is going to do for the Chinese New Year this year. It smells so good before the New Year's Eve. After a while If you don't smell it, forget it.

Li Cuihua's family was miserable. They smelled it from morning to night. It didn't taste good. Potato chips didn't smell spicy, and braised pork didn't smell good. Even the blood sausage that Grandma Jiang sent over two days ago Not fragrant either.

Zhao Liang was lying on the bed happily saving the canyon. After smelling the broth, the canyon didn't want to save it anymore, and he didn't want to be a fat house anymore. He just wanted to go out to exercise more, socialize more, and communicate with people more. The specific plan is to go to the next door to socialize with Jiang's family, and discuss with them whether they can stay at their house for a meal.

Zhao Liang smelled the scent all day, and endured it until dinner time. Finally, he put down his job and asked his mother, "Mom, what do you think Grandpa Jiang and his family next door are cooking? Why is it so fragrant!"

Zhao Liang's mother ate the eggplant dully, and said very perfunctorily, "It must be chicken soup, you can't smell the chicken soup like this?"

"But our family's stewed chicken soup has never been so fragrant. Besides, whose family stewed chicken soup for a whole day." Zhao Liang muttered.

"Can our family's craftsmanship compare with that of Grandpa Jiang's next door to yours? It's not like you don't know the ancestral chefs of your grandfather Jiang's family. All of them are chefs in state-run restaurants. Can they be the same?" Zhao Liang's mother said.

Hearing what his daughter-in-law said, Li Cuihua immediately became unhappy. Although it is an indisputable fact that Jiang's family has good craftsmanship, she is now the one in charge of cooking in their family. It's not tasty.

Li Cuihua put the chopsticks on the bowl and stopped eating.

"Liangliang, let's go!"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the backyard and catch a hen and bring it. Didn't the next door look for hens everywhere these two days? Let's take a hen to visit and see what they're doing today." Li Cuihua was arrogant.

"Okay Grandma!" Zhao Liang immediately became energetic, put down the bowls and chopsticks, and went to the backyard to catch chickens.

The grandparent and grandson carried the hen and walked to the next door.

When the two of them were far away, Grandpa Zhao Liang said slowly: "Why go to the next door to see, don't you just want to have a meal?"

Zhao Liang's father nodded: "However, the smell next door is really strange today. It smells like nothing to eat."

"How can one hen be enough?" Grandpa Zhao Liang got up, "The old woman is always inconsiderate in thinking about problems, and she is in a hurry to do anything. Let's go, let's grab another one and send it over."