Life is a Game

Southern suckling pork knuckle is a famous Cantonese dish, and it is also one of the current signature dishes of Jubaolou. Different from the Eight Treasures Chestnut Pigeon, several of Sun Guanyun's apprentices Nan suckling pig hand are doing quite well, and they are very famous all over the country.

Nanru is Hongfang, fermented fermented bean curd made from red yeast rice. This fermented bean curd not only contains a large amount of high-quality protein and various amino acids needed by the human body, but also has a special wine aroma in its taste.

Due to its strong aroma and mellow taste, Nan suckling pig knuckle is often found in tea restaurants and often eaten with noodles and vermicelli. A good southern suckling pork knuckle is red in color, salty and fresh, soft and delicious, and the most important thing is that there is no need to add salt.

The back kitchen of Taifeng Building definitely has pig's trotters. After all, Comrade Jiang Jiankang's grilled and cured pig's trotters are still selling quite well.

The trotters are ready-made, washed and soaked overnight in clear water, Sun Jikai picked a relatively small one, put the trotters, green onion and ginger and other big ingredients into the pot and simmer over medium heat.

He was not idle while stewing pig's trotters, and continued to practice the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, working on both sides.

Wu Minqi seldom participated in the practice of the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon before, and basically watched them do it from the sidelines. At most, she helped Sun Jikai take off the whole pigeon when Jiang Feng was away. After all, Sun Jikai's sword skills were not good enough. The display bar is still only advanced. But this does not mean that she is worse than Sun Jikai in making the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon. Among the three, she has the deepest foundation and sees a lot. As long as she practices, she can quickly go from unfamiliar to proficient.

From last night's epiphany to today's practice, Jiang Feng suddenly felt vaguely that he seemed to have found something.

The three of them, each with an eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, came out of the pot very quickly, almost at the same time, with a difference of less than two minutes.

After exchanging and tasting each other's cooking, Sun Jikai sadly found that he was the worst one.

Why? !

Sun Jikai shouted in his heart, it's fine that Jiang Feng is better than him, after all, Jiang Feng practiced more than him and Jiang Feng was the first to find the tricks and methods, but why Wu Minqi, who has never moved his eyes but not his hands, is also better than him?

Isn't it because Wu Minqi's knife skills are better than him, the seasoning is better than him, and the heat is better than him...

Well, thinking about it this way, it seems that Wu Minqi is better than him in everything.

He is actually the best one.

Sun Jikai couldn't accept it.

If you want to speak, tears will flow first.

Jiang Feng didn't realize that Sun Jikai's inner drama was so rich. They still only ate the stuffing when they tasted the dishes, and he felt...

The taste seems to be much better than the original one.

Not only because of the chicken fat, but Jiang Feng didn't understand the specific reason. He felt that they seemed to have accidentally inspired some other characteristics of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon.

The taste of the vegetarian stuffing has obviously changed, it has become richer, and it also has a faint fragrance of pigeon meat. Compared with the previous one, the taste has not only improved a little, as long as you practice more and improve your cooking skills, you will soon catch up Eight Treasures Chestnut Pigeon by Sun Guanyun.

"Qiqi, do you feel that the taste of vegetarian stuffing is a little different from before?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's different. I just vaguely felt that the one made by Sun Jikai was a little different. The one you make now is obviously different." Wu Minqi said with certainty, "The one you made is very close to the one made by Grandpa Sun. .”

But why?

What Jiang Feng had an epiphany last night was that the pigeon meat of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon should also guarantee its taste and taste, but why did the taste of the stuffing also become better?

"What are you all doing here?" Zhang Guanghang saw the three of them together as soon as he entered the kitchen.

Because Zhang Guanghang lived far away, he usually came late.

The working hours of the back kitchen of Taifeng Building are relatively casual, especially the stove chef, as long as it does not exceed 10:30. Those who come early and leave work will leave early, and those who come late and leave work will leave late, anyway, as long as the hours are full.

Recently, Zhang Guanghang's presence in the back kitchen was relatively weak. Jiang Feng seldom noticed him. There were some reasons why he had been on leave for a long time, and it was more because Jiang Feng, Wu Minqi and Sun Jikai formed a small group to isolate him.

Jiang Feng reflected on his bad behavior of isolating Zhang Guanghang, and it was a little refreshing to think about it.

Isolating a handsome guy who is 1.92 meters long, long legs, Chinese-French mixed race, young and rich, and has special skills that are highly anticipated (master level), this feeling really knows whoever tries it.

Whether Zhang Guanghang found himself isolated, or whether they were so isolated to Zhang Guanghang is another matter.

"Try it?" Jiang Feng made a gap for their small group and let Zhang Guanghang join it.

Zhang Guanghang picked up a small spoon from the table and took a spoonful of the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon made by Jiang Feng. He took it in and praised, "Not bad, what's the problem?"

"The problem is that we don't know why it suddenly became so good," Jiang Feng said.

Zhang Guanghang:? ? ?

The three of them explained to Zhang Guanghang the progress of their research on the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon. After listening, Zhang Guanghang fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.

"Although I haven't eaten the Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon made by Mr. Sun, I know that this dish was inspired by the pigeon swallow." Zhang Guanghang said, "Ge Tunyan is stuffed with bird's nest inside the pigeon. The gauze paper is stewed together, and the pigeon is both the container and the key to ensure its special flavor.”

"So I think the same is true for Babao Chestnut Pigeon. The temperature ensures the taste and texture of the pigeon, and the pigeon ensures the taste and texture of the stuffing. The two complement each other. You have improved the taste of the pigeon, naturally. It also improves the taste of the stuffing." This is Zhang Guanghang's guess and understanding.

"It seems to make sense." Jiang Feng felt that they really did the right thing by mistake.

"It should be like this." Sun Jikai also nodded in agreement, "How about we do it again?"

"What are you doing, aren't your trotters almost healed?" Jiang Feng said.

"Oh, pig's trotter." Sun Jikai had completely forgotten about the pig's trotter.

"Pig trotters?"

Jiang Feng described to Zhang Guanghang in detail how Ji Yue twisted her feet into pig's trotters this morning for two bean buns.

"My mother asked me to take her to the hospital after the noon business peak. She sprained her foot for a while and it swelled up. The swelling was on the back of the instep, not the ankle, and 80% of it was a bone injury." Jiang Feng road.

"A sprain is really dangerous. Why don't I come with you at noon? I'm familiar with the hospital." Zhang Guanghang said.

Just as Jiang Feng was about to say that he planned to send Ji Yue to the hospital where Jiang Shoucheng Guipei was staying, he then thought that Xia Mu seemed to be staying in that same hospital before. Based on Zhang Guanghang's face, it is estimated that all the nurses in the hospital are familiar with him, but they don't know which department Jiang Shoucheng has transferred to.

Sun Jikai went to deal with the pig's trotters. He cut the pig's trotters into small pieces, took some green onions, ginger, bay leaves, cinnamon bark, and angelica dahurica, and put them in a pot with a little oil to fry until fragrant.

Then pour the trotters into the pot, add dark soy sauce, rock sugar and a little chicken essence and stir fry together.

Jiang Feng followed for a while, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it. It was not as difficult as the old man's Fengjing ding hoof and Jiang Jiankang's Dongpo elbow. After taking a look, he went to work on his own affairs.

Everyone was busy performing their duties, but the two old men were watching from the corner.

"Looking at the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon they made this morning, I thought that Xiaofeng, who was not up to date, had finally got the hang of it, but I didn't expect it to be a mistake." Jiang Weiguo said in the corner.

"Even if it was a mistake, it must have been enlightened to hit it. I said that Xiaofeng is a talented child. He has improved so much in cooking in just half a year, which is already better than ours. Much stronger." Jiang Weiming laughed.

When Jiang Weiming said this, Jiang Weiguo also felt a little puzzled: "It's strange to say that this kid's cooking skills have improved by leaps and bounds in the past year or so, as if he had taken a fairy medicine. I didn't think he was With such a high talent, could it be that I don’t know how to teach?”

Jiang Weiming: ...

With all due respect, he feels that his little brother really doesn't know how to teach apprentices.

"Third brother, you too, the old guy Sun Guanyun called us specially to ask us to teach them the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon. He poured out all the secret recipes he has hidden for so many years, you still have to stop it Let me tell them." Jiang Weiguo said.

"Master leads the door in. Practice depends on the individual. When did dad teach us cooking skills? They are not stupid children. There is no need to tell them everything. Some things can be realized by oneself, which is better than others. It's better." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"That's right, what I figured out by myself is definitely better than what others taught me." Jiang Weiguo nodded, "I'll call that old guy later and ask him to take his grandson back."

"Take it back?" Jiang Weiming was a little confused.

"He said that when his grandson learns the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon, I will call him and let him know what he thinks when he takes his grandson back." Jiang Weiguo said, "But here Before that, we had to teach Sun Jikai about the sugar in the bottom of the oil, lest the old guy say that I don’t keep my word.”

"We made such a big deal for nothing. Xiaofeng and Qiqi even learned the eight-treasure chestnut pigeon in Jubaolou. Of course, we should hand over the oily sugar to Sun Jikai." Jiang Weiming nodded in agreement, looking at Jiang Feng only had satisfaction in his eyes, "Starting tomorrow, I'll teach Xiaofeng how to cook sea cucumbers."

"Start tomorrow?"

"Yes, starting tomorrow, it's time." Jiang Weiming said.

If you don't start, it will be too late.