Life is a Game

After eating a few pieces of crispy apples, everyone had a taste, and the rest of the cold dishes on the table began to be patronized.

Jiang Feng ate tiger-skin peanuts and pickled cucumbers, feeling uninteresting.

The hot dishes still have to wait for a while, and they have to be served together after the old man has finished cooking. Even if they are on the ground one by one, they have to wait for the old man to come to move the chopsticks. It is too painful to be able to see and smell but not eat.

Eating side dishes absently and chatting, chatting, Jiang Jianguo suddenly jolted.

"The elbow is out of the pot!"

Everyone looked at him, and Jiang Jiankang was the most excited: "Brother, hurry up and hear, what did Dad do today?"

"Wait a minute, um, red dates, goji berries, um, chicken soup, Tuan Nian elbow! It must be Tuan Nian elbow! Sanhua's pork knuckle weighs three kilograms, and what Dad makes is Tuan Nian elbow!" Jiang Jianguo was categorical.

"For sure, Tuannian elbow, please make a good fortune." Jiang Jiandang nodded in agreement, and also smelled it, "It seems that Sanbo's chopped pepper fish head is about to come out of the pot."

"Well, it's uncovered." Jiang Jianguo responded.

Everyone closed their eyes and sniffed carefully.

Because the old man makes a lot of nine-turned large intestines every year, and one person can't share two, and they can't grab them like crispy apples. After all, when eating hot dishes, the old man has already served, so we can only fight.

Whoever smells more vegetables will eat more.

Want to eat vegetables? OK, each according to his own ability!

The juniors like Jiang Feng must not be as good at smelling vegetables as the previous generation, but who is Jiang Feng? He has cheated in the kitchen before!

Jiang Feng also pretended to close his eyes and smelled it for a while. The smell of vegetables in the kitchen was staggered and separated by a distance.

"Well, duck stuffed with glutinous rice," Jiang Feng said.

Jiang Shoucheng, who was sitting on Jiang Feng's left, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at him in shock, his face was full of words, I didn't expect that you, a kid with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would betray the revolution too!

"Stuffed duck with glutinous rice?" Jiang Jianguo sniffed it carefully again, "It's kind of like it, Xiaofeng can do it, this is not a small improvement!"

"There is meat in a pot." Jiang Jiankang vowed.

Jiang Jiandang was dissatisfied when he heard this, and immediately yelled: "Don't cheat, third child, who can't guess the meat in the pot? If it's the same, I can also ask the pickled meat and chicken soup, Dad How many years do you not do these things?"

"That's right, it doesn't count, and the braised prawns don't count either!" Everyone agreed.

Jiang Jiankang could only continue to smell.

"Eight-treasure tofu, there is definitely eight-treasure tofu, I can smell it!" Jiang Jiankang was excited, "There are also braised bamboo shoots!"

In fact, he couldn't smell it, he didn't smell it at all, he just remembered that he saw tofu in the kitchen before, and guessed that the old man should know how to make eight-treasure tofu and said nonsense.

As for the braised bamboo shoots, it is completely nonsense.

"It's impossible for you to smell two dishes at once. How could Dad cook two dishes at the same time?" Jiang Jianye was puzzled.

"I just smelled it! I didn't prepare it, Dad already prepared it, and there happened to be a smell wafting over there. I smelled it just now, what's wrong?" Jiang Jiankang pretended.

"Sixi meatballs." Jiang Jianshe said suddenly.

"No, I think it's a lion's head." Jiang Jiandang objected.

"I think it's Sixi meatballs, but besides chicken soup this year, I can't smell the other soup!" Jiang Jianguo muttered.

The flavor of the lion's head is a bit stronger than that of Sixi meatballs, and the old man likes to use marinade when making lion's head, while Sixi meatballs like to pour clear soup, the taste is quite different.

Jiang Jianye heard that his cooking skills were relatively poor, so he didn't guess a dish. He was not as smart as Jiang Jiankang. He didn't know Hu Su, so he just sat there eating pickled cucumbers.

"Kaz Kaz."

"Kaz Kaz."

Half a plate of pickled cucumbers was eaten.

Everyone was already chatting when they heard footsteps.

The dining room was suddenly silent.

The old man came out with two plates of pickled vegetables and braised pork.

"Xiaofeng, Shoucheng, Zaide, Xiaoran, don't you hurry up and serve the food?" Grandma Jiang followed behind, holding two plates of braised prawns in oil.

Except that the old man soup is in duplicate, and the soup is one table and one pot, and you have to drink it yourself. Those whose names were called rushed to the kitchen to serve the dishes, while the rest stretched their necks and waited to see if they had any.

As soon as Jiang Shoucheng entered the kitchen, he saw that there were really two ducks with yellow skins and stuffed belly. He was shocked: "Hey, Xiaofeng was really guessed by you, grandpa really made ducks."

"Amazing." Jiang Ran and Jiang Zaide also boasted.

"Third Uncle is amazing, he has both tofu and bamboo shoots, he won the second prize this year!" Jiang Zaide sighed.

"This is Sixi meatballs, hey, my dad guessed wrong again." Jiang Shoucheng sighed.

The four of them took a rough look at the dishes, not daring to delay, one plate with the left hand and the other with the right, and the duck and soup were carried out with both hands, two or three times back and forth, and all the dishes were served out.

"Third brother is amazing, and his level is getting better, you really guessed it!" Jiang Jianguo was convinced when he saw that there were eight treasures tofu and braised bamboo shoots.

Wang Xiulian patted Jiang Jiankang on the shoulder.

Jiang Jiankang understood immediately, and said with a smile, "Honey, don't worry, I'll give you the extra two of mine!"

Jiang Feng's aunt and fifth aunt looked at their husband one after another, and the smug smiles on Jiang Jianguo and Jiang Jianshe's faces froze immediately.

"The extra ones must be for my wife!" The two scrambled to be the first.

Then shoot the death ray at Jiang Jiankang.

Jiang Jiankang pretended that the small piece of braised goose in the bowl looked pretty.

"What did they guess right?" Jiang Weiming couldn't understand what they were saying at all.

"A group of little bastards are full. They heard what I made just now. They didn't practice cooking and studied it. Jianguo, go and turn on the TV to see if the Spring Festival Gala has started?" Jiang Weiguo said.

Jiang Jianguo quickly turned on the TV and checked the time: "Dad, there are still sixteen minutes."

Everyone first divides the Jiuzhuan large intestine. This kind of old man cooks it himself with pig intestines. It takes more than 20 pigs to die to make two plates of Jiuzhuan large intestine, which can be eaten during the Chinese New Year. Even if Jiang Jiankang knew the owner of the slaughterhouse well and could get a dozen or twenty pig intestines a day, he didn't bother to deal with them.

In the entire University of A, there were not a few people who were willing to spend a few hundred Ruanmei coins to eat an authentic Jiuzhuan large intestine.

Jiang Jiankang distributed two pieces of nine-turn large intestines to Wang Xiulian, and Wang Xiulian immediately went to Jiang Weiguo to share one piece with Jiang Weiguo, and said, "Dad, you have had a hard time cooking, so eat one more piece!"

Such a smooth and exquisite dog-licking operation stunned everyone.

The old man was very happy, and boasted: "It's still Jiankang's daughter-in-law who will think about me."

In the next second, everyone brought food to the old man, and they also did not forget to bring food to Jiang Weiming, full of praise.

"Dad, you have been really lucky these days, hurry up, eat two more bites of elbows!"

"Dad, I'm so sorry for you, I'm tired of you!"

"Come on, Uncle San, this piece of tofu is tender, you are lucky enough to eat more."

"Dad, I'll give you soup!"

...

Everyone was vying to be the licking dog, but in the eyes of the old man, Wang Xiulian, who was the first to eat crabs, was not as lovable.

Jiang Feng silently looked at the two pieces of Jiuzhuan sausage in the bowl.

If he hadn't been working diligently in the kitchen these days to help the old man, he wouldn't have known that there was duck stuffed with glutinous rice for the New Year's Eve dinner, and he wouldn't have gotten this extra nine-turn large intestine.

Open your mouth and eat one.

The texture is soft and tender, with all five flavors of sour, sweet, fragrant, spicy and salty.

Lick the dog to the end, everything.