Life is a Game

The fog dissipated quickly, and Jiang Feng found himself at Jiang Yong's house in less than two seconds.

Yes, Jiang Yong's house.

Jiang Feng is now in the living room of Jiang Yong's house, and the things on the cabinet are similar to when Jiang Feng went to Jiang Yong's house before, or they may be exactly the same. After all, after a few months, Jiang Feng didn't remember much.

The room was quiet, there were no human voices or footsteps, only the birds chirping outside the window, chirping and chattering as if a flock of birds were in a meeting.

Could it be that this memory is the memory of when the third grandpa went to Jiang Yong's house during the Chinese New Year this year?

This idea became stronger after Jiang Feng discovered the familiar computer book on the sofa, the pickled radish on the dining table, and the watch on the porch.

Just when Jiang Feng was about to go to Jiang Xiaoran's room to see if there were two boxes of apples in his room, the door opened.

Jiang Xiaoran, who was wearing pajamas, with a chicken nest head on his head, cotton slippers and no socks, and his ankles were completely exposed to the air, walked out of the room with his eyes squinted while grabbing his hair. It looked like he had just woken up.

Jiang Xiaoran yawned, subconsciously wanted to grab the phone but found that he hadn't brought it out, so he looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and found that it was getting late and it would be time for lunch in a while.

"Grandpa!" Jiang Xiaoran called, "Are you there?"

Then the kitchen door opened, and Jiang Weiming came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, sleeves and a thin padded jacket, with some minced meat on his hands.

The airtightness of Jiang Yong's kitchen door is quite good. Originally, Jiang Feng walked around the living room and didn't smell anything, but he could smell it as soon as the kitchen door was opened.

Chicken soup.

Very fragrant chicken soup, which should have been simmered for several hours, with ham and some aniseed ingredients added, it smells very tempting.

Jiang Xiaoran's reaction was the same as Jiang Feng's, he took a deep breath and asked, "Grandpa, are you cooking chicken?"

"Almost, I'm making clear soup," Jiang Weiming said.

"Both my parents went to work today, and there were just the two of us at home. Didn't I book a ticket for you to go to Peiping tomorrow? It doesn't matter if you go to work two days late. I asked the leader for leave and I will send you to Peiping tomorrow." Jiang Xiaoran scratched his head again, "It's all my fault for getting up late, I should have woken up earlier, originally I planned to take you out to eat at noon today. But it's okay, I also made an appointment for a restaurant in the evening, we can go out to eat in the evening."

"What delicious food is there outside? Why waste this money all year round? It's better to make it at home. Anyway, I'm idle. It's good to watch TV every day and cook." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, " It took me some time to process the chicken this morning, and I think I will have to wait two hours for lunch. Xiao Ran, are you hungry? I got up this morning and wrapped some siu mai and put it in the refrigerator. If you are hungry, I will take some out first I steamed it for you."

Jiang Xiaoran nodded: "Thank you, what's the matter?"

"Mushroom and bamboo shoots."

Jiang Xiaoran went to brush his teeth and wash his hands, Jiang Xiaoran went back to the kitchen to continue processing his clear soup, Jiang Feng also followed.

There were casserole pots of the same size on the two stoves in the kitchen, and the same chicken soup was simmering in the casserole pots. Jiang Feng took a closer look at the chicken soup and said it had been simmering for two hours. Jiang Weiming was sweeping the soup.

Soup cleaning is a very important step in the process of making high soup and clear soup. If you want to make clear soup as clear as white water that Jiang Weiming made before, you will spend a lot of time and energy on cleaning the soup.

Soup sweeping is to remove the grease and impurities in the soup. There are two kinds of soup sweeping, one is red antler chopped from pork tenderloin, and the other is white antler chopped from chicken breast.

When sweeping the soup, you need to control the temperature of the soup. Pour the minced meat into the soup and stir. During the stirring process, the minced meat will absorb the impurities in the soup until it floats. Take it out with a colander, and finally filter it repeatedly with gauze until the soup until the desired effect is obtained.

Generally, you only need to add red antler and white antler alternately three to four times to complete the soup. But if the requirements are higher, or if you directly want to make clear soup of Jiang Weiming's level, the number of times may be doubled. It can be said that the chef cannot leave the stove during the whole process of stewing, and needs to keep staring and moving, which is very time-consuming and has a certain technical content.

It is not easy to control the temperature and heat of the soup every time you sweep the soup.

Jiang Weiming was doing this time-consuming and labor-intensive job.

The change of the soup in the first few times of sweeping is obvious, but as the number of sweeping increases, the change of the soup becomes difficult to judge with the naked eye. Whether it is time to stop depends on the personal judgment of the chef, and finally repeat it with gauze. The same goes for the filtering step.

Jiang Weiming was still cleaning the soup carefully, Jiang Xiaoran had already washed and changed and went to the kitchen, found the siu mai that Jiang Weiming stuffed in from the refrigerator in the morning, carried the steamer and siu mai outside, and started steaming the siu mai with the induction cooker .

"Xiaoran, I'm going back to Beiping tomorrow. There are not many dumplings and buns left. You can see what flavor you want to eat. I'll go buy some ingredients when I'm free in the afternoon. In the evening Make buns and dumplings for you." Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Xiaoran is picking up the cold tea eggs in the basin on the dining table, anyway, tea eggs are delicious when eaten hot or cold.

"Don't be so troublesome. I'm going to work in the future and I won't eat breakfast at home. I'll buy it from the breakfast shop downstairs. Grandpa... If you're not tired, you can actually wrap some steamed buns stuffed with fresh meat and bamboo shoots."

Jiang Feng:?

Jiang Xiaoran took half a tea egg in one mouthful, and one tea egg in two mouthfuls was gone.

Grandpa worked hard in the kitchen, but he was sitting on a chair waiting for food, Jiang Xiaoran felt very ashamed, but there was nothing he could do.

Who asked Grandpa to cook so delicious dishes, he didn't even go out to dinner with friends this year, and he felt it was a sin to eat less than one bite.

"I'm not tired. What's the matter with making buns? I'll make you some Lantern Festival when I'm free in the evening." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

Jiang Xiaoran nodded frantically.

Jiang Weiming continued to sweep the soup, while Jiang Xiaoran sat on a chair and waited for the siu mai to be steamed. After the siu mai was steamed, Jiang Weiming was still cleaning up the soup, Jiang Xiaoran had finished eating the siu mai, and Jiang Weiming was still cleaning up.

Jiang Xiaoran became a little curious, he peeled another tea egg, grabbed the tea egg, walked to the kitchen door and opened the door to look.

"Grandpa, this chicken soup should smell good, right?" Although Jiang Xiaoran doesn't know how to cook, he thinks the soup smells good to drink.

"It's still early, this soup is inseparable from others now, I'll cook you two dishes for lunch later, we'll make do with it, and grandpa will cook something delicious for you in the evening." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, his tone seemed to be coaxing Primary school grandchild waiting for lunch.

Although Jiang Xiaoran has already passed the age when he just went to elementary school and waited for lunch, his first reaction is the same as that of children of this age.

Silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"What's for dinner tonight?" Jiang Xiaoran felt that it was time to cancel the Mexican restaurant he reserved yesterday.

What is Mexican food?

Are there any delicious dishes made by my grandpa?

"Chicken peas."