Life is a Game

Wang Hao went to bed early, Jiang Feng turned off the light and went to bed after washing up, clicked on the attribute panel, and watched Li Hongzhang's cooking twice.

If it wasn't for preparing for the competition, Jiang Feng would have practiced this dish immediately.

This kind of famous dish, which has unlimited possibilities to be placed on the plate, is beautiful and delicious, and it is difficult to spread its reputation far and wide, is simply Jiang Feng's favorite.

After watching the production process twice happily, Jiang Feng reluctantly closed the recipe and clicked on the props bar.

A memory of Zhang Zhiyun.

Jiang Feng felt that he couldn't control his hand a little bit.

Think about it!

After clicking Yes very carefully, Jiang Feng found himself in a residential house.

It is a very ordinary residential house. It can be seen that although the occupants are not rich and powerful, they love this home very much. The various furniture and decorations reveal warmth everywhere. There are light yellow flowers in the plastic flower pots on the window sills, and the green radishes on the cabinets. The old but clean carpet, building blocks scattered on the slightly scratched wooden floor, children's bedtime reading materials on the coffee table, and the toy figurine with a missing foot on the sofa all show that there is at least one child in this family.

Jiang Feng had a wide range of activities, and he could go through walls and doors directly. He looked around the house, but he couldn't find anyone.

no one?

Jiang Feng was startled. What kind of magical memory is this, the memory of a house? Why is there no one there.

Wandering around the house again, still saw no one, not even a sound, Jiang Feng was wondering when he heard the door open.

An old woman in her sixties with slightly gray hair came in with vegetables and shouted as soon as she entered the door: "Yunyun, Yunyun, grandma is back!"

No one responded.

Zhang Zhiyun's grandma put two big bags of vegetables into the kitchen and started looking for people from room to room.

"Yunyun, Yunyun, grandma will cook chicken for you at noon today, would you like to make roasted chestnut chicken?"

Jiang Feng followed Zhang Zhiyun's grandmother all the way, and found the young version of Zhang Zhiyun who was hiding under the bed and shrank like a caterpillar, refusing to speak and fighting in silence.

"Yunyun, don't lie under the bed. The floor is so cold. If you get sick, grandma will take you to the hospital. The sister nurse will take a needle and tie your butt like a sieve." Grandma Zhang Zhiyun threatened.

The threat of his butt being tied into a sieve was obviously very useful. Zhang Zhiyun moved out from under the bed. His height was not even up to Jiang Feng's waist, but he pretended to be serious and said angrily: "Comrade Cao Guixiang, I'm very disappointed in you."

The bottom of the bed hadn't been cleaned for some time, it was full of dust, and Zhang Zhiyun's clothes, trousers, hands and face were stained a lot. Cao Guixiang picked him up and said with a smile, "Cao Guixiang accepts Comrade Zhang Zhiyun's instructions."

Without giving Zhang Zhiyun a chance to instruct, Cao Guixiang carried him to the toilet, wiped his hands and face with a towel, and changed him into a suit of clothes.

Jiang Feng said, a bare-bottomed kid wearing only underpants, tsk tsk.

Zhang Zhiyun, a bare-bottomed kid who had put on new clothes, had no idea that Jiang Feng had seen through everything, and still sued Cao Guixiang angrily.

"Comrade Cao Guixiang, I said the day before yesterday that I didn't want to eat fried beef, but you still made me fried beef yesterday morning. I said again last night that I didn't want to eat fried beef. Chao Niuhe, you clearly agreed to take me out for morning tea!"

Eloquent and well-founded.

"It's not that your grandpa insists on eating dry fried beef. You can tell him when your grandpa comes back." Cao Guixiang successfully shook the pot, turned around and went into the kitchen to cook, Zhang Zhiyun was like a little tail Pidianpidian followed behind.

"Ah, ah, I want to eat Zuo Zongtang's chicken!" Zhang Zhiyun ordered.

Cao Guixiang paused while washing the vegetables, and asked, "Comrade Zhang Zhiyun, why do you want to eat this today?"

"I just watched it on TV. It looks good. It's like amber. It's shiny and delicious!" Zhang Zhiyun raised his head proudly, with an expression that was about to praise me, "Everyone on TV said Yes, foreigners abroad love to eat it, it must be delicious!"

"Tso's chicken is sweet and sour and spicy. It's hotter than the potato chips you ate yesterday. Can I make you chestnut roast chicken?" Cao Guixiang asked.

Zhang Zhiyun hesitated for a moment, but still insisted: "Ah, just cook me something that is not spicy!"

"It's not Zuo Zongtang's chicken if it's not spicy." Cao Guixiang said.

"No, no, no, I want to eat Zuo Zongtang's chicken!" Zhang Zhiyun was teased by Cao Guixiang, and almost cried. Let's have a chat.

"Just add a little bit of spiciness, how about a little bit of spiciness?" Zhang Zhiyun stretched out his little hand, trying hard to compare a little bit of what he said.

Cao Guixiang shook the washed leeks, took out the killed chicken from the bag, and said, "Okay, just add a little spicy. Comrade Zhang Zhiyun, please go and help Comrade Cao Guixiang get a bag of starch." Come, and choose this pot of beans."

"Comrade Zhang Zhiyun accepts the instructions!" Zhang Zhiyun was successfully dismissed by Cao Guixiang.

Zuo Zongtang's Chicken, also known as Zuo Gongji, Zuojia Chicken and Zuoji, is a famous dish of the Han nationality in Hunan cuisine. The main ingredient is chicken. Although it is named after Zuo Zongtang, a famous general in southern Hunan, in fact it has nothing to do with him. The dishes cooked are Hunan cuisine on the surface, Huaiyang cuisine on the base, and Lingnan cuisine in the technique, plus the founder's own ideas and creativity, if it is really counted, it can even be counted as Tanjia cuisine.

The main ingredient of Zuo Zongtang's chicken is chicken leg meat. Cao Guixiang put the chicken on the chopping board, chopped off two chicken legs with two knives, skinned, boned, tendons and blood vessels.

The deboned chicken was spread out and soaked in water to soak out the remaining blood in the meat. Cao Guixiang left it alone and let it soak in the water to deal with other parts of the chicken. After the whole chicken was cleaned, Cao Guixiang looked at the chicken thighs in the basin, changed the water, and went to chop vegetables.

Cutting edges, dicing, sectioning, slicing, Cao Guixiang's handling of various ingredients is very professional, clean and neat, and one can tell that she is a professional chef with superb skills. If every housewife can have cooking skills like Cao Guixiang, I'm afraid that the chefs in the back kitchens of major restaurants across the country will be squeezed out by the mothers and grandmas of each family.

"Ah, ah, I've chosen." Zhang Zhiyun ran into the kitchen carrying a pot of beans of different lengths.

"Yunyun is awesome!" Cao Guixiang praised, and handed him the inner pot of the rice cooker, "Come on, help me to wash the rice, and it will fill four and a half barrels."

Zhang Zhiyun grabbed the liner with both hands and obediently went to wash the rice.

After processing the vegetables, Cao Guixiang put them aside first, and took the chicken leg meat that had been run for a long time to remove all the blood on the chopping board, cut shallow oblique lines, and then cut into regular blocks. Beat the eggs and leave only the egg whites, marinate the chicken thighs with salt, egg whites, and starch for a little taste.

Taking advantage of this time, Cao Guixiang started to cook chestnut roast chicken.

Roasted chestnut chicken is a common home-cooked dish. Zhang Zhiyun's grandfather came back as soon as the oil was heated and the ingredients were ready.

An old man in his 60s and 70s, with a very desolate top of his head, and the few stubborn hairs that are moussed and pasted on his scalp in an attempt to cover up all this. Slightly fat, but the beer belly is very conspicuous. Wearing a black plaid shirt and cotton mid-length trousers, he walks into the house leisurely.

"Yo, Yunyun is helping you wash the rice!" Grandpa Zhang Zhiyun said in surprise, "You are so obedient today, it seems that you have prepared delicious food for you."

"Comrade Zhang Chu, I'm here to inform you very formally that tomorrow, Ah Ma and I are going to have morning tea, and you didn't eat fried beef!"

"Okay, okay, grandpa is going out to eat dry fried beef." Zhang Chu went to the cabinet and found a wooden comb like a brush, and began to comb the few hairs on his head.

"Swipe, brush, brush."

Brush all the way into the kitchen.

"Hey, let's eat chestnut roast chicken today!" Zhang Chu poked his head in the kitchen to see what he was eating today, "Why didn't you put in the meat?"

"Yunyun wants to eat Zuo Zongtang's chicken." Cao Guixiang turned her head and saw Zhang Chu combing and combing her hair with a comb again. Comb it out!"

"It's useful, look, didn't it grow a little?" Zhang Chu lowered his head and pointed the top of his head at Cao Guixiang, "Look, didn't it grow a few? It was bought for me by my beloved father who is a girl. A comb can grow hair."

"Come on, I think she learned from you, wasting money every day, and bought a comb for you for more than 100 yuan, and you don't even see if the hairs on your head are worth the price. Don't help Just don't hang around here, it's an eyesore." Cao Guixiang began to chase people away.

Zhang Chu lingered in the kitchen with a playful smile, and began to show off his achievements today to Cao Guixiang: "Today I was in the park, and I fought 300 times with Old Man Zheng, and there were huge crowds of onlookers! Guess what happened in the end? Hehe, Old man Zheng is still my general, and the defeated is the defeated, don't even think about turning over!"

"Two stinky chess baskets." Cao Guixiang smiled, and changed the pot to a casserole to stew chestnut chicken. "Wash the pot."

"Okay." Zhang Chu obediently began to wash the pot.

Cao Guixiang began to mix the seasoning for Zuo Zongtang's chicken. Zhang Chu looked at the pot while washing the pot, and asked, "Isn't this Zuo Zongtang's chicken a famous dish of your brother? You will too?"

"No." Cao Guixiang added a spoonful of white vinegar, "You forgot when we left Beiping, how could I."

"Then how do you do it?" Zhang Chu became curious.

"Make it whatever you want, Yunyun can still eat authentic ones." Cao Guixiang said, "Besides, that dish is spicy, and he can't eat authentic ones. It looks a bit like it, sour and sweet ones are fine. Your pot brush Clean it up, show me your eyes, don't turn on such a big water, the water bill is free, you can't wash it clean, wait for the odor to accumulate."

Jiang Feng, who witnessed all this with his own eyes: ...

Cao Guixiang's "do whatever you want" just now reminded him a lot.

That's how Comrade Jiang Jiankang fooled him back then!

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