Life is a Game

Jiang Fengdao drank Baiwei soup once, which was the time when Jiang Weiming made it at Jiang Yong's house before. It's impossible to say that you can really drink all the flavors of life from the soup, or maybe Jiang Feng's realm is not enough, but it's delicious to drink.

As for the abbreviated version of Baiwei Tang, Jiang Feng drank it more often. As the only dish that Jiang Weiwei can serve in Taifeng Building, as long as Jiang Weiwei is serving as a staff meal, it will definitely have a strange taste. Soup.

It is indeed a big challenge for Jiang Weiwei, a poorly gifted chef who is used to making strange soups, and whose thinking mode and production methods are also fixed on strange soups, to try to make Baiwei soup.

He was stuck from the start.

Jiang Weisheng felt that he was back to the time when he was picked by the teacher to memorize the text when he was a child. Before he was picked, he was full of confidence, but after he was drawn, he lost his voice on the spot.

Jiang Weiming is not like Jiang Feng. He has been drinking Baiwei soup for decades, and he knows exactly how Jiang Weiming does it. It stands to reason that even if you draw a tiger from a cat, or a ladle from a gourd, you can draw at least two or three points if you draw less than ten images, but now Jiang Weiwei can't make the first stroke - he can't choose the ingredients.

"Xiaofeng, I think this ingredient is still too little and not enough. How about...I go to the supermarket to buy some more?" Jiang Sanwei hesitated for seven or eight minutes before choosing to go to the supermarket to buy some new ones.

"Jiang Bo, there is no one to pick ingredients for Baiwei soup. Isn't this soup just what you have!"

"Yes, yes, what to do, what to do." Jiang Weisheng nodded again and again, and he was tangled up in less than three seconds of self-confidence, "But, the leftover ingredients don't go well."

"Look, this beef, pork tenderloin, pork belly, onions, cucumbers, tomatoes... the beef is still marinated, how do you make this soup? No soup is made like this." Bang, I almost told Jiang Feng that you stand here and don't move, I'll go to Yongheju to buy you two dozen lotus leaves and bring them back.

Jiang Feng:?

Are you looking down on my borscht?

"So I want you to choose. Uncle Jiang, don't feel burdened. It's not some kind of competition assessment, but the third grandpa is hungry and wants to eat. Think about it, this hundred-flavored soup can fill your stomach and quench your thirst. It's easy to make. It's not particularly time-consuming. If you continue to struggle like this, you might as well go to Yongheju to buy lotus leaf cakes from the beginning. If you continue to fret like this, the third grandpa should have dinner." Jiang Feng persuaded with kind words Then, Jiang Sansheng finally started to choose ingredients while struggling.

Jiang Hygienic took out the marinated beef from the pot, cut it into cubes, put it into a small bowl and added some auxiliary ingredients to marinate for a second time. Then Jiang Sansheng struggled for a while between cucumbers and tomatoes, and chose tomatoes. Just like cutting the beef before, Jiang Sansheng cut the tomatoes into diced tomatoes that were about the same size as the diced beef.

"Xiaofeng, please marinate the pork belly for me, cut it into slices and fry it in the pan, let's fry it out." Jiang Weiwei said.

"Okay." Jiang Feng went to wash his hands, picked up a relatively handy knife and began to slice pork belly thinly.

The pork belly bought by Jiang Sanwei is a bit fat, so it is suitable for simply marinating into thin slices and frying in a pan. It took only a minute or two for the meat to be cooked, and the aroma came out together with the fat wrapped in the fat meat. A thin layer of lard sticks to the bottom of the pot, showing the fatness and thinness of this piece of pork belly.

"Uncle Jiang, do you want to fish out the pork belly now?" Jiang Feng felt that the heat was almost ready, so he asked Jiang Weiwei who was blanching the beef.

"You don't need to take it out, just turn down the heat, Xiaofeng, help me put that bowl of chopped tomatoes in and stir fry together." Jiang Weiwei was busy processing the beef and couldn't spare.

Jiang Feng had never seen this operation of fried pork belly with diced tomatoes, but Jiang Weiwei was the commander in chief of the kitchen today. As a soldier, Jiang Feng naturally had to listen to the commander, so he followed suit.

Just after the tomatoes were poured in and stir-fried twice, Jiang Weiwei took the spatula from Jiang Feng's hand, and at the same time poured the blanched diced beef in and stir-fried together. After the surface of almost every diced beef was shiny, Jiang Weiwei poured in the onion that had just been cut into pieces, briefly stir-fried it a few times, then turned the heat to low, and took out the onion from the cabinet. One bottle uses more than half of the tomato sauce, pour all the remaining tomato sauce into the pot, add water, boil on high heat and turn to medium heat.

Although it doesn't smell like it, the soup looks like borscht.

The soup was still in the pot, so Jiang Feng didn't know how it tasted. But seeing Jiang Weiwei's cooking posture, he felt that this pot of soup was already quite flavorful.

To put it bluntly, Baiweitang is to follow the feeling. As for whether the feeling is right or not, it all depends on the level of the chef.

I just don’t know where the inspiration for such a pot of fried beef with lard, fried tomatoes, fried onions, and tomato sauce came from.

The soup was boiling in the pot, and Jiang Feng was standing by the side.

"Jiang Bo, how did you think of making this soup? I've never seen it in this way." Jiang Feng sighed.

"My wife did this when I was young, and I suddenly remembered these ingredients just now." Jiang Weiwei said, not idle, and started to wash the cabbage.

"Is it tasty?"

"Unappetizing."

Jiang Feng:?

"But the taste is very special. In fact, I have forgotten what it is made of. I remember that she fried pork belly, fresh beef and tomatoes at that time. The taste of the food is not to mention how strange it is, but I just remember it. I have remembered it for many years." Jiang Weisheng simply talked to Jiang Feng about Zhang Li's black history.

"Because it's unpalatable?" Jiang Feng just thought about it and felt that this dish must be very dark.

"I don't remember, I don't remember the taste, but I remember that she made this dish." Jiang Weiwei shook his head, shook the water off the cabbage and put the cabbage into a clean bowl.

"Don't look at your grandma Zhang, who usually doesn't like to talk, and doesn't seem to like to talk to people. She is quite difficult to get along with, but in fact she is very easy to get along with. She has no other hobbies but loves to eat. She has been like this since she was young. If it wasn't for her love of food, I would never have been able to catch up with her."

"Your grandma Zhang graduated from a technical secondary school. She was an accountant in a textile factory back then. The job is not to mention a decent job. If it wasn't for the one time when the master in charge of cooking in their textile factory broke his leg and couldn't go to work, I was temporarily sent to weave. The canteen of the factory was replaced for a period of time, so I couldn't talk to your grandma Zhang."

"So Grandma Zhang fell in love with you because of your good cooking skills?" Jiang Feng asked.

"No, she fell in love with me because of your third grandfather's good cooking skills." Jiang Weiwei said.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"I didn't even have a formal salary at that time. At best, I was a temporary worker, and my monthly salary was less than half of your grandma Zhang. How could she look up to me. We were not as bold as you are now in chasing girls. Not only dared to confess in public, but also dared to confess on TV. At that time, I was able to quietly hand in a letter and stuff a note, which was considered bold and extraordinary." Jiang Weiwei was very excited when he said this, and his eyebrows were beaming.

Maybe every older person likes to mention the past events of the year to the younger generation, especially in terms of emotions and great achievements.

"Didn't I go to help in the kitchen of their textile factory during that time? Not only did I have to help with cooking, but sometimes someone had to go to the window to order vegetables or something. I saw your grandma Zhang when I was ordering vegetables. One of our two families is in the east of the city and the other is in the west of the city, so we don’t usually have the chance to meet each other.” Jiang Weiwei went off topic while talking, “I was shy back then, it’s not like they were from the textile factory and didn’t even dare to hand over a note. Then I thought of a way, I brought her breakfast."

"But I couldn't afford meat buns at that time, so I gave her the vegetable buns that your third grandfather left for me in the morning."

"And then it was done?" Jiang Feng couldn't believe it, Jiang Weiwei actually tricked his wife with a few vegetable buns.

"Of course it did. When your grandma Zhang thought I made the buns."

"But then Grandma Zhang knew that you didn't make the bun," Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Weisheng had an expression that you don't understand: "What does that matter? Your third grandpa will leave me a meal for every meal, and every time I go on a date with your grandma Zhang, I bring a lunch box. She eats mine and I eat it." Hers. After talking for a long time, your third grandfather also knew her, and if he made something good, such as meat buns, cabbage and pork dumplings, he would specially leave some for her."

Jiang Feng seemed to understand why the first time he went to Jiang Wei's house, Zhang Li was able to stay in the room so naturally when she was not called, and automatically walked to the living room to serve the bowl as soon as the meal was served.

It turned out to be used to it.

"What's the matter with the beef fried pork belly and fried tomatoes that grandma cooked?" After listening to Jiang Weiwei for so long, Jiang Feng suddenly realized that the two of them had already gone off topic.

What I originally wanted to talk about was inspiration, but in the end it turned into love.

"Well, doesn't your grandma Zhang like to eat? But she can't cook. Usually at home, she can cook noodles, cook rice, and at most make cucumbers. He can't do it if she asks her to cook vegetables." Jiang Weiwei He explained, "Maybe it's a little bit better now, but when I was young, I couldn't even stir-fry cabbage well."

"But I'm a cook myself, so it doesn't matter if she can cook or not." Jiang Weisheng lifted the lid of the pot and took a look at the soup in the pot, then turned down the heat a little.

"She cooked that dish when she was pregnant. I remember that she was about to give birth at that time, and she asked for maternity leave to stay at home. Your third grandfather and other chefs in the state-run restaurant considered that your grandma Zhang was about to give birth at that time, and needed Eat something good to supplement nutrition, so I gathered some beef and pork belly and asked me to take it home and cook two good meals for her."

"At that time, meat was so precious, and there was no refrigerator at home in summer, so we couldn't keep fresh meat. We were reluctant to cook a whole meal, so we fried a little bit every day, and ate it bit by bit. As a result, when the last bit was left, The next county was going to hold a banquet, so Master took me there, and I forgot the meat at home in a hurry and left."

"And then?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Then your Grandma Zhang can't help it. I can't go home outside. Although she can't cook, she can't just watch the meat stink at home, so she bites the bullet and burns the two pieces of meat together. " Jiang Wei said.

"Then why are there tomatoes?" Jiang Feng was puzzled.

"When I used to cook meat, I mixed meat and vegetables together. She just followed my example and just took two tomatoes and cooked them together." Jiang Weiwei couldn't help laughing when he said this .

"Why don't you always say that a woman is stupid for three years after she is pregnant? She is usually very shrewd, and her brain becomes dull when she is pregnant. I followed Master to the next county for three days. When I returned home The dishes haven’t been finished yet. She was reluctant to finish them all by herself, so she specially left half a plate for me. She was afraid that the dishes would be spoiled, so she reheated them every few hours, and even got up from time to time at night to put the dishes on the stove It's hot, I haven't slept well for several days."

"Although that dish tastes bad, it's not bad at all." Jiang Sansheng's eyes were filled with a smile.

Jiang Feng immediately understood why Jiang Weisheng could see these ingredients, and thought of the weird dish Zhang Li made for him.

If a person can eat such a dish in his life, how can he forget it.

As we talked, it was time for the strange soup to come out.

The soup in the pot has completely turned the color of tomato soup, but it smells more than tomato. All in all, it's weird.

But after Jiang Feng listened to the story Jiang Weiwei told him, he felt that the smell didn't smell so strange anymore.

Jiang Sanwei put the previously washed cabbage into the hot soup and scalded it. After a few minutes, he turned off the heat and the soup was ready.

"Ding, congratulations to the player for obtaining Jiang Sanwei's recipe: Baiwei Soup."

"Oh, how did I make this soup? I just don't know if the soup tastes good or not, and I don't know if the beef is overcooked. Xiaofeng, would you like to try it for me first?" The soup is ready Jiang Weiwei I'm getting nervous again.

"Okay." Jiang Feng quickly went to find a bowl, filled himself with a small half spoonful of Baiwei soup that looked like borscht, and blew it.

"Uncle Jiang, don't worry, I think the soup you made today must be delicious." Jiang Feng said with a smile.