Life is a Game

That night, under the joint supervision and guidance of the two old men, Jiang Feng almost lifted the pot into the kitchen.

It was still stir-fried sugar color and boiled tender juice. Before Jiang Feng fried the sugar color and boiled tender juice, unless there was an obvious mistake, Jiang Weiming would be stricter, and the rest of the time he was amiable.

But today is different, who is called Jiang Feng? Signing up for a while, practicing cooking and crematorium, now Jiang Feng will get Jiang Weiguo's Heavenly Justice and Jiang Weiming's as long as the fried sugar color and tender juice are not the best heat for the two old men. Hidden needles in cotton.

The dialogue in most cases goes like this:

"Look at what you are making. Is the fried sugar color fried like this? Didn't I teach you? How many days have you practiced before, and now you can fry this color, this color sugar color Can it look good when roasted pork knuckle? Are you cooking it for people or for pigs? Pigs won’t even eat this kind of stuff!”

"Okay, little brother, don't be angry, even if Xiaofeng's talent is not good, but as the saying goes, hard work can make up for one's weakness, so don't worry about it again."

"Diligence can make up for clumsiness. Others know how to fly first, but he knows how to be lazy. After only a few days of rest, he can't even make sugar. If you want to sign up on behalf of Taifeng Building at this level, who will give you face?" Whoever gave you the courage, you are so courageous, you will be ashamed and thrown in front of the people of the whole country!"

"Xiaofeng is indeed a little impulsive about this matter, Xiaofeng, don't stop moving your hands, go on, anyway, we two old men don't sleep much now, we have time to accompany you, try to fry something suitable for roasted elbows and sea cucumbers with green onions tonight The color of sugar, the color of roasted elbow should be darker, the color of sea cucumber with green onion should be lighter, don't rush and take your time.

...

Jiang Feng: ┭┮┭┮

Just let me die.

That night, Jiang Feng stayed in the kitchen until late at night, and it was nearly half past twelve before frying the candy color suitable for chopping elbows that both old men were satisfied with, and putting it back to sleep.

The fourth aunt and the fifth aunt are going to pack their husbands and children home for New Year's greetings. The fifth day is the fourth aunt's house, and the sixth day is Jiang Feng and the second aunt's house. Except for Jiang Feng who goes back on the same day, everyone else has to live in the house. a few days.

Grandma Jiang has no daughter, and her sons all go to the mother-in-law's house. She is also happy and relaxed, playing mahjong addicted every day. Only during Chinese New Year when there are many people in the countryside, Grandma Jiang's poker friends who went to the city to bring their grandchildren will come back. Every day just after lunch time, the Jiang family will think of the crackling sound of mahjong.

Because there was a precedent of Jiang Feng frying potatoes for nearly ten days in a row until he looked dazed, the two masters learned from experience and combined work and rest to avoid overwork and a decrease in efficiency.

The specific operation was to spend two hours each afternoon and evening for Jiang Feng to serve Grandma Jiang who was playing cards.

It was indeed very effective. Even if Jiang Feng practiced cooking for more than eight hours a day, there were no side effects, and the curative effect was very good.

In the blink of an eye, it was the night of the fifth day. Grandma Jiang was a person with a very regular schedule. Even though she wanted to fight on the mahjong table until the early hours of the morning, her body and brain still made her leave the table at ten o'clock sensibly.

Jiang Feng practiced cooking from 7:00 to 8:00 every night, and served Grandma Jiang from 8:00 to 10:00. After ten o'clock, he practiced cooking for an hour before he could wash, wash and sleep. His life was more regular than when he was in the third year of high school.

In just two days, all of Grandma Jiang's poker friends knew Jiang Feng.

"Xiaofeng, go and see if there is any ginger juice in the kitchen. If you have any, make me some ginger juice." Grandma Jiang typed out a red card.

"Okay." Jiang Feng went to the kitchen.

If playing mahjong is just playing mahjong, it will be too boring, especially in mahjong like Grandma Jiang, who doesn't play for money at all. Elderly people react slowly, and sometimes they have to hesitate for two minutes to play a card. At this time, if there is no dessert and a cup of hot tea at the table, the game is soulless.

What is Grandma Jiang calling her good sisters to play mahjong at home? It's for saving face! The good sisters haven't seen each other for a year, so naturally they want to find a reason to get together, chat while doing something, show off how they have been this year, how their children and grandchildren are doing, and whether they are filial.

Now their children are middle-aged, their careers have not changed much, and they have nothing to show off. If everyone wants to show off, it is natural to show off to their grandchildren.

"Lanhua, your Xiaofeng is fine, she's very filial!" Grandma Jiang's grandma Xu boasted, "My grandson knows how to play games every day, and he doesn't eat chicken at home, he insists on eating it on his mobile phone. He still talks about going to such a canyon to such a continent every day, if he can be half of your Xiaofeng, I will be satisfied."

Grandma Jiang was overwhelmed with joy, and shouted inside: "Xiaofeng, if you have any, I will make a copy for your Grandma Xu."

Drinks are for everyone, not desserts.

"What are you making for me? Ginger juice or milk, it sounds troublesome." Grandma Xu declined.

"No trouble, no trouble, it doesn't take much time to make two copies together." Grandma Jiang laughed.

As we all know, Grandma Jiang is a person with a very regular life. She can even control herself to end the game on time at ten o'clock every night. Naturally, she has arranged the daily desserts and drinks.

Yesterday was oolong tea and cupcakes. The cakes were baked by Jiang Feng. They looked pretty good but the taste was mediocre. But did Grandma Jiang want the taste? What she wants is an exaggerated appearance. If she really pursues taste, she won't be able to command her sons. Almost everyone in the Jiang family can make some desserts, but Jiang Feng is the one who makes the best ones.

Today is cranberry scented tea, poplar nectar and ginger juice. Grandma Jiang actually doesn’t like the taste of poplar nectar, but who knows that this dessert is famous and beautiful? Just put it on the side. Eating is not important.

The old man ginger juice is ready. In the past, these things were made by the old man. This year, Jiang Feng was caught in the gun, but he made delicious desserts, which won the heart of Grandma Jiang. It is estimated that this will be done every year in the future. The heavy responsibility will be handed over to him.

Milk is sweet in taste and cold in nature, and has the function of nourishing deficiency, while ginger is pungent and slightly warm in nature, and has the function of dispelling cold and warming the stomach, removing phlegm and lowering qi. Eating this in winter can warm up the body, and the production method is also very simple. The only difficult part is to grasp the degree when bumping the milk, otherwise many people will not be used to drinking it if the ginger taste is too strong.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Feng came out with two bowls of ginger milk.

Grandma Jiang skillfully placed her bowl in a most conspicuous place where all three of them could see it. Grandma Xu took a taste of the bowl and said with a smile, "Xiaofeng's craftsmanship is really good. It's best to order this in winter." Warm up, and make another bowl for Grandma Xu tomorrow."

Grandma Jiang immediately became unhappy, feeling a kind of indignation about my grandson, why do you order me around, she didn't show it on the surface, she already decided in her heart that she would not be called to play cards in the future, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow can't be done, tomorrow Xiaofeng has to go and fight New Year's greetings from his grandparents."

"Hey, one cake, wait, wait, let me see, I'm fooled! One dragon." Grandma Jiang pushed the card excitedly.

Jiang Feng: ...

The struggle between the elderly plastic sisters is not to be provoked.

*Thank you Gou for drawing the cover for me, it really looks good! ! 【Super Loud Pushing】

Fried chicken Fried chicken Fried chicken looks good! ! ! [Bang, bang, slap on the table]