Life is a Game

Jiang Weiming placed the bowl firmly on the table, a small bowl, half a bowl of bean curd and half a bowl of water.

"I'm still in the kitchen to serve you." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"Third Grandpa, let's serve it for you," Jiang Feng said.

"No, it's only a few steps away. There is a food box in the kitchen. I just put the bowl in the food box and bring it here." Jiang Weiming turned and went back to the kitchen after speaking.

After Jiang Weiming left, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fell on the bowls on the table.

"Why did third uncle think of making tofu curds for us today?" Jiang Jiankang said the most impatiently, "I'll get the sugar. This bean curd must be mixed with sugar to be delicious."

Jiang Jiankang is a staunch sweetheart.

"Dad, this doesn't seem to be bean curd." Jiang Feng stopped Jiang Jiankang who was about to find sugar, "This should be bean curd with chicken sauce."

"Chicken Douhua?" There was a hint of surprise in Zhang Guanghang's voice, "It's actually Chicken Douhua."

"Have you eaten it?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but secretly said that as expected of Lao Zhang, he had eaten such legendary dishes.

"I have eaten it a few times." Zhang Guanghang said, seeing everyone looking at him, he quickly explained, "Although chickpeas and boiled cabbage are both high-end clear soup dishes, there is actually a big difference between the two. Boiled cabbage is a state banquet dish, famous Large, it is hard to find in ordinary restaurants, and rarely sold in high-end restaurants. But chickpeas are relatively common, and some restaurants sell them at very low prices.”

"However, this is the first time I have seen chickpeas made like this." Zhang Guanghang looked at the chickpeas on the table, his eyes could not stop admiring, "I have eaten chickpeas from small shops and famous shops, although It looks like bean curd, but when it is served, it can be seen that it is just like it. Even Wu Xiuyun (Grandpa Wu Minqi) can't make such a fake one. "

"It's the first time I've seen chickpeas like this." Zhang Guanghang emphasized again.

Everyone knows that chicken douhua is eating chicken but not seeing the chicken, not like chicken, just like chicken, better than chicken, but Jiang Weiming is the only one who can do it.

The clear soup is as clear as white water, white, tender and fluffy, the cut surface is smooth, and the small pieces of minced chicken without extra flocs are served in small porcelain bowls that can be bought for a few dollars everywhere in the market.

If Jiang Feng hadn't known that Jiang Weiming had brought two cups of clear soup from the Devil's City all the way, who would have thought that the bowl in front of him, which looked no different from bean curd, was not ordinary bean curd made from soy flour, but It's chickpeas.

Now there is only a bowl of chickpeas on the table. According to the Jiang family's consistent tradition of respecting the old and not loving the young, this bowl of chickpeas is naturally to be served to Grandma Jiang.

"Suhua, do you want to try it first?" Grandma Jiang was polite before eating.

"No need, I don't like bean curds, neither sweet nor salty." Chen Suhua shook her head and refused, "I'll go to the living room and call Zaide and the others over, and bring the fruit plate along the way."

Grandma Jiang nodded and was not polite. In fact, she didn't know what chickpeas were. She thought it was the same as sweet bean curd and salty bean curd, but the taste was different.

Grandma Jiang, who didn't know what chickpeas were, scooped up a large piece with a spoon, and then went to a third of the bowl in one go.

The minced chicken mixed with a little chicken soup was sent into Grandma Jiang's mouth.

One bite.

I was taken aback.

a stagnation.

Surprised.

Grandma Jiang glanced at the chickpeas curd in the bowl in surprise, and said in disbelief, "Isn't this bean curd?"

"No, isn't this tofu curd?" Grandma Jiang was a little skeptical about life.

"This should be tofu."

"No, this is definitely not tofu."

"Why does this stuff taste like meat? It's like chicken and pork, Xiaofeng, what kind of bean curd is this chicken bean curd?"

Seeing that grandma finally cue himself, Jiang Feng hurriedly said, "Grandma, chickpeas are not tofu. This soup is a clear soup made from chicken broth. The thing that looks like tofu in it is made from minced chicken and ham."

"Mom, how does it taste?" Jiang Jiankang looked at his own mother eagerly.

"Fresh, very fresh, even fresher than the pot of soup your dad cooked for Chinese New Year last year." Grandma Jiang was referring to the family portrait of clear soup that the old man made for Chinese New Year last year. "When I just ate it, I felt... felt... anyway It's different from eating anything else."

"It feels like I have a whole chicken in my mouth!" Grandma Jiang finally thought of an adjective.

Jiang Jianguo, Jiang Jiankang and his brothers were drooling when they heard this.

They also want to experience what it's like to have a whole chicken in their mouth.

Grandma Jiang scooped up another spoonful of chickpea curds. This time she scooped up less minced chicken, and more than half of the spoonful was clear soup.

Take it in the mouth, chew it a few times, and swallow it.

Grandma Jiang clicked her lips.

"It's fresh, but the taste is a bit too much, and I can't taste it." Grandma Jiang felt a little regretful.

Chickpea flower itself is a light clear soup dish of the Yangchun Baixue School. Grandma Jiang's taste has degraded a lot compared to ordinary people, so her comment can basically be ignored.

When Grandma Jiang scooped up the third spoonful, Jiang Weiming came in with a huge food box.

This is a very simple, low-key and luxurious, there are even carvings on the body of the box, I don't know what kind of wood it is made of, it looks very textured, an ordinary wooden food box.

There are several bowls of chickpeas in the food box, which reveals luxury in a low-key way, extraordinary in the ordinary, and the chickpea flower that everyone dreams of.

The eldest aunt who had been sitting quietly on the chair before, even when Grandma Jiang was eating chickpea curds, did not show too eager eyes, suddenly stood up from the chair, and arrived at the door in a flash, very skilled He took the food box from Jiang Weiming with a warm smile on his face.

"I'll help you pick it up, Uncle San. It's really hard work for you. When it's done, I'll send it to us specially." Licking the dog without losing his grace.

The aunt's agility, sincerity, and speed of response made everyone in the Jiang family unmatched.

Zhang Guanghang was stunned.

The aunt quickly put the food box on the table and opened it layer by layer, brought out the chickpea curds inside, took away the bowl with the largest portion calmly, and sat back in her original position.

Everyone rushed up and began to fight for the bowl they liked, even Zhang Guanghang was among them, hiding the chickpea curds quickly and ruthlessly, without any tall, rich and handsome demeanor.

While everyone was scrambling for chickpeas, the auntie showed a bright smile at Jiang Weiming, and asked with concern: "Uncle San, have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Weiming felt happy when he saw the crowd scrambling for bowls: "I ate too much chickpea curd when I was young, and it would be boring to eat any more. Today I made it specially for you."

"I also brought over Zaide's share. You can ask them to come over to eat later. I'll go back to work on the kitchen before I'm done." Jiang Weiming laughed.

"Good uncle, I'll take the food box and bowl later." The aunt said enthusiastically.

While the aunt and Jiang Weiming were talking, everyone had already divided up the chickpeas curds on the table, leaving a few bowls of the smallest bowls on the table waiting for Jiang Zaide and the others to come and eat.

Jiang Feng was holding a small bowl and a spoon, looking at the chickpeas in the bowl, he felt that what he was holding was not a bowl of food, but a bowl of holy things.

It's even an honor.

Jiang Feng scooped up a small piece of chickpea curd, accompanied by clear soup in the spoon, and ate it.

As Grandma Jiang said, it feels like having a whole chicken in your mouth.

The deliciousness of the whole chicken melted in the mouth at this moment.

It even feels like there is half a pig besides a chicken.

Jiang Feng felt that his adjectives seemed to be led astray by Grandma Jiang.

swallow.

The wonderful experience is over.

Jiang Feng scooped up another small piece of chickpeas more carefully, served it with enough clear soup, and put it in his mouth again.

wonderful!

tasty!

delicacies!

What is Michelin, what is Roland, what is menacing, what is rich and powerful, what is it in front of this small bowl of chickpeas?

Is there anything in this world more important than tasting the bowl of chickpeas in front of you?

Everyone in the dining room narrowed their eyes slightly, their faces brimming with happiness.

The deliciousness of the top clear soup dishes is beyond words.

When Chen Suhua led Jiang Zaide and the others to the dining room, what they saw was such a scene that seemed like a cult practice.

Everyone had a fruit plate in their hands, and Jiang Zaide not only held a fruit plate in his hand, but also had a disposable paper cup in his elbow.

Chen Suhua:?

Jiang Zaide:? ? ?

Wang Hao \u0026 Jiang Xiaoran: (?_??)

Although they didn't know what happened, everyone still consciously walked to the table and put down the fruit plate on their hands, and then found the chickpea flower on the table.

Douhua?

Jiang Zaide felt a little strange. Shouldn't you eat glutinous rice balls or Yuanxiao during the Lantern Festival? What do you do with Douhua, and there is no sugar jar next to it.

Although he felt strange in his heart, Jiang Zaide's body still honestly picked up the bowl of chickpeas that was closest to him.

"Dede!" Jiang Jianguo suddenly opened his eyes and angrily scolded Jiang Zaide, which shocked Jiang Zaide.

"Dad, what's the matter?" Jiang Zaide was even a little panicked.

"How could you grab this bowl in such a rude manner, hold it like I do, and respect it!" Jiang Jianguo looked serious.

Jiang Zaide:?

My dad is crazy?

Jiang Zaide silently changed the posture of grasping the bowl to holding it.

Because the holding action was too awkward, Jiang Zaide didn't scoop up the minced chicken inside with a spoon first, but held the bowl to his mouth and tasted the clear soup.

Jiang Zaide was shocked.

Jiang Zaide turned his head silently, and said to Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Xiaoran solemnly: "Hold it, respect it!"