Life is a Game

After eating, Ji Yue continued to work on the manuscript, Jiang Feng went upstairs to take a nap, and when Jiang Feng woke up, he went downstairs and Ji Yue was still working on the manuscript.

Art students, you can't afford to be provoked.

Going to the kitchen, Jiang Feng found the yam that Comrade Wang Xiulian bought this morning, washed it, peeled it and cut it into pieces, cut out ten plates at a time, and then went to the grocery store to find loose sugar. The preparations were done.

Putting sugar on the bottom of the oil is the special skill of Shandong cuisine chefs. A pot of oil is used to fry the main ingredients and boil the sugar below.

In my memory, Jiang Huiqin used to cook silk yams in two pots at the same time. This method is similar to that of sinking sugar in oil. And use the method of firing two pots at the same time.

The candied yam is used as the handle of the candied vegetable. Various legends claim that it can be put on its head. The most reliable one is the one in "A Brief Introduction to Vegetarian Food": peel it, cut it into pieces, and burn it with oil. Add the adjusted water and rock sugar to the pan, and there will be filaments. But fry it with sugar, there will be no silk. The people of Jingshi Pao liked it.

Eat it while it's hot, and the candied yam can be pulled out more than one foot long, more than three meters long. Jiang Feng can't imagine what kind of candied yam can pull out more than three meters of silk. The ones he made can pull out twenty centimeters. The limit is reached.

And use the method of sinking sugar on the bottom of the oil to make frequent rollovers.

With his current level of heat, it is too difficult to really do a good job of sinking sugar in oil. Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming both know each other, but the difference is that Jiang Weiguo followed his childhood memories and gradually figured it out by himself, the wild way. Jiang Weiming was taught by Jiang Chengde in the past, and the orthodox Jiangjia cooking techniques.

Jiang Feng's oil bottom sinking sugar was taught by Jiang Weiming. It can be regarded as the most high-end technology Jiang Feng has learned so far, but the mastery is very poor, and the car is prone to overturning. .

Jiang Feng went through all Jiang Weiming's previous teachings in his mind again, turned on the fire, poured oil, added sugar, and fried the ingredients.

After a random operation, 4 discs pulled out the wire.

One of the dishes is still super-level, the sugar is evenly coated, and the sugar is fine. Jiang Feng took photos and videos of each dish as the old man ordered. The most successful dish even took a two-minute short video. He even took a piece with his chopsticks to show the wire drawing.

Jiang Feng put the other nine ready-made candied yams into the takeaway box, and took the most successful one out for Ji Yue to taste.

Ji Yue was still working on the manuscript at the same place. Jiang Feng suspected that she hadn't moved in the past few hours, so he lined up her shoulders and said, "Come and try the silk-drawn yam, remember to dip it in water."

"Ah? Oh." Ji Yue looked as if she had just woken up from a dream in another world. She dully picked up a piece of shredded yam with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth, before jumping up in the next second.

"Damn it, I'm scalded to death." Ji Yue spit out the shredded yam on the spot.

Jiang Feng said helplessly: "The ones that have just come out of the pan are still hot and fried, can they not be hot? I just told you to dip them in water. By the way, how many drafts do you owe for the Chinese New Year?"

"Not many, just a dozen." Ji Yue woke up after being scalded like this, and went to get a rag to deal with the shredded yam that she had just spit out. "It's okay, I will definitely finish the drawing before the deadline."

"When will the manuscript be delivered?" Jiang Feng asked.

"The day after tomorrow."

Jiang Feng: ...

It's hopeless, you just wait to die.

Pigeon cancer terminal.

After disposing of the rubbish she had created, Ji Yue sat down again and picked up a chopstick of yam, and the still hot yam pulled out long sugar strands, Ji Yue couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, it's really possible to pull out Silk!"

"This is...the silk yam..." Jiang Feng said.

"I know." Ji Yue said, stuffed the yam into her mouth, chewed it carefully a few times, and boasted, "It's ok, it's much better than the candied sweet potatoes I ate in the restaurant over there during my winter vacation. "

Jiang Feng was waiting for this compliment, and he also felt that his shredded yam was well done: "You didn't shred the candied yam when you ate it?"

"Candied sweet potatoes for 28 yuan, where do you get the shreds?" Ji Yue said, "The 88 pizza doesn't give you shreds, and you have to double the cheese to pull the shreds."

Jiang Feng went back to the kitchen and took out a plate of candied sweet potatoes that hadn't been cooked properly, and asked, "Is it the same as my plate?"

Ji Yue tasted the chopsticks and said, "It's much worse than your plate, but the restaurant I went to mainly sold mutton, maybe their master is not good at making candied sweet potatoes. The plate I ate, don't eat it." To put it bluntly, the sweet potatoes are all glued together. The thick layer of sugar is like candied haws. It’s quite sweet to eat sweet potatoes with the layer of sugar on the outside.”

Jiang Feng: ...

"That chef is definitely not good at making candied sweet potatoes."

A plate of shredded yams is not much, Jiang Feng and Ji Yue, you and I have a plate and it is empty. Ji Yue hasn't eaten sweets for a while, and after eating most of the plate, she doesn't feel satisfied, so she moved the failed plate that Jiang Feng brought out later to the Come and eat right now.

There are still 8 dishes in the take-out box. Using the method of sinking sugar on the bottom of the oil will cost both sugar and oil. If Comrade Wang Xiulian is dumped, I will definitely feel distressed. Jiang Feng erased the words on the sign at the door and changed it to: Shredded yam (special offer) 19 yuan! ! !

Looking at the phone, it was four o'clock, and business was about to start. Jiang Jiankang was still missing, so Jiang Feng called him, and was cut off after the first beep.

"Your mother and I are watching a movie. I'll be back later. You stay in the back kitchen for a while."

Jiang Jiankang sent a wechat message to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng: ...

His intuition told him that this might be the entire dinner time.

Wu Minqi came on time at 4:30. There were a few sporadic customers in the store. Wu Minqi greeted Ji Yue, went into the kitchen, put up her hair, put on her hat and put on her apron, and asked, "Is there anything I can cook?"

Jiang Feng glanced at the list: "Two takeaway rice bowls with fish-flavored shredded pork, one fried pork with chili peppers, and one mapo tofu. My parents probably come back late tonight, and my grandpa won't be here either. There are two of us."

Wu Minqi nodded, did not say much, and went straight to work.

The special priced shredded yams were sold out early. Ji Yue also helped Jiang Feng investigate the reviews of diners, and the response was not bad. Although they were not all positive reviews, there were no obvious negative reviews.

As Jiang Feng expected, Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian didn't come back until after nine o'clock in the evening. Jiang Jiankang took a few big bags of Wang Xiulian's shopping results and sat down tiredly in the store.

There were no customers in the store, Ji Yue went to deliver the last few takeaway orders, Jiang Feng was cleaning the table, Wu Minqi had already gone back.

"Son, how was today's game?" Wang Xiulian was in good spirits.

"Unanimous promotion, the specific time of the next competition has not yet been announced." Jiang Feng said.

"Well done, as expected of my son, here, this is the facial cleanser that mom bought for you!" Wang Xiulian took out a small facial cleanser worth tens of dollars from her bag, and said to Jiang Jiankang, " Take your new chopping board away, didn't I buy it for you, and still look downcast."

"What I want is not a chopping board. That set of knives is really good. It's the last set. Someone might buy it sometime," Jiang Jiankang said.

"A set of knives is more than 20,000 yuan, how much do you earn in a day?" Wang Xiulian raised her eyebrows.

"I can earn almost that much a day." Jiang Jiankang muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Wang Xiulian was angry.

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Jiang Jiankang said quickly, still thinking about the set of knives he saw before.

"Mom and Dad, have you had dinner yet?" Jiang Feng asked, his own father knew him too well, and he could buy the knives he liked tomorrow with a small treasury.

"Eat." Wang Xiulian said, walked to Jiang Feng and took the rag in his hand, "Alright son, you've been tired all day, go back and rest, let your dad do the rest of the hygiene."

Jiang Jiankang, who spent a day shopping with his wife:? ? ?

Jiang Feng was naturally happy not to have to work, gave his father a sympathetic look, and quickly slipped back to the dormitory.

There is no one in the dormitory. Wang Hao is still struggling with "Signal and System" in the library. The day after tomorrow is the make-up exam. Now that the Qing exam is cancelled, if he still fails the make-up exam, he will have to retake it. in the library.

Back in the dormitory, Jiang Feng was not idle, and turned on the computer to check the relevant information of the Haotaste Cooking Competition.

*The last chapter was saved, and my manuscript box went very peacefully.