Life is a Game

When Jiang Feng went to the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant early the next morning, he was surprised to find that Comrade Jiang Jiankang was making vegetable rolls, which were the same ones that Gu Li and Chu Peng made yesterday during the competition.

It's unusual for Jiang's dinner table to have vegetarian breakfast in the morning.

"Dad, why did you think of making this today?" Jiang Feng asked curiously.

"It's not that your mother insists on eating it." Jiang Jiankang sighed, "I originally said to make her a lazy dragon, but she insists on eating this vegetable roll. You said it's all fungus, vermicelli, and carrots. , the way of doing it is almost not as good as lazy dragon."

Jiang Feng thought it might be because Comrade Wang Xiulian saw it in the audience and wanted to eat it. He would regret it later and asked Jiang Jiankang why he didn't become a lazy dragon.

However, Jiang Jiankang made the vegetable rolls just right, and there was still a ball of dead dough left, which could be used to roll out wonton wrappers.

"Dad, don't you use the leftover dough?" Jiang Feng asked.

"No need, I made a lot of noodles in the morning, so I can make some stuffing and cook it as a snack later," Jiang Jiankang said.

"Give me some wontons and I'll make some wontons," Jiang Feng said.

"Wonton?" Jiang Jiankang immediately became alert. Last time, the wonton that Jiang Feng made on a whim almost made him cry. Why did he feel so sad after eating a mouthful of wonton? So much so that I think of the original hard days.

Now that Jiang Feng wanted to make wontons again, Jiang Jiankang immediately sounded the alarm.

"Yes, I just wrapped two wontons to practice my hands. I haven't figured out what to do in the semi-finals, so I just want to make something casually." With the blessing of advanced lies, Jiang Jiankang reluctantly believed Jiang Feng's nonsense.

Wang Shishi's pure meat wontons, the ingredients are very limited, wonton skin, pure meat filling, two drops of sesame oil. Last time, Jiang Feng followed Wang Shitou's steps in the video given by the recipe. He even tried his best to imitate the rough techniques, which is why he was able to make it so reductive and unpalatable.

This time, except for the complete restoration of the steps of the ingredients, Jiang Feng decided to use his own production techniques to see if he could use his limited cooking skills to save this pure meat wonton that was destined to remind people of the bitterest memories of his childhood.

Roll out the skin, chop the stuffing, season it, wrap it into wontons, cook it, and drip sesame oil. It took only ten minutes before and after a series of actions. Jiang Jiankang's vegetable rolls were still steaming in the steamer, and Jiang Feng's pure meat wontons were already out of the pan.

Jiang Feng looked at the bowl of pure meat wontons in front of him that had been cooked for too long, and the skin and flesh were somewhat separated.

【Pure Meat Wonton Grade E】

Although it is still unpalatable because of the raw materials and the long cooking time, as long as you put a little effort into rolling the skin and seasoning, the F-grade pure meat wonton shown in the recipe can be promoted to E-grade.

The grades in the recipes are actually the qualifying lines for those dishes.

Jiang Huiqin's silk-drawn yam is a simplified version of oil-bottomed sugar. Jiang Feng needs to use Jiang Huiqin's method to judge the grade of the silk-drawn yam he made, and then practice the silk-drawn yam made by oil-bottom sugar method .

Although he knew how to sink sugar in oil, he could only say he knew it, he was not proficient, and car rollovers occasionally happened. It all depended on Jiang Weiming to check and guide Jiang Feng's sugar in oil every now and then. Otherwise, he would have been focusing on the competition dishes these days, and would have thrown the sugar in the bottom of the oil into the sky.

If the car still occasionally rolls over before the race, for the sake of safety during the race, using Jiang Huiqin's method to make shredded yam is also a good prescription.

The pure meat wonton in front of him was steaming.

Jiang Feng's death-defying heart was about to move again.

He was really a little curious about what was the bitterest memory of his youth.

He is only 21 years old, he can still be called young now. Based on his bitter memories, he thought a lot about this proposition, like being scolded by the old man for hanging sandbags when he was a child, being scolded by the old man for cutting shredded tofu, being scolded by the old man for practicing hobs, being scolded by the old man for the first time touching a pot, and being scolded by the old man for the first time cooking meat. Was scolded by the old man.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that they were all scolded by the old man.

He also scolded in cadence and without heavy words.

After that, there seemed to be nothing to be bitter about. The difficult and painful three years of high school in the eyes of most students was nothing compared to practicing cooking in the eyes of the Jiang family juniors.

Jiang Feng could no longer hold back his right hand.

Silently picking up the wonton, Jiang Feng walked to the utility room.

"Son, where are you going?" Jiang Jiankang asked as the vegetable rolls were about to be cooked, "Do you still eat vegetable rolls?"

"Eat, I'll find something in the utility room." Jiang Feng opened his mouth to lie.

"This kid, you're still carrying wontons while looking for something." Jiang Jiankang shook his head, then focused on the steamer in front of him.

Jiang Feng walked into the utility room and closed the door quietly.

Scoop up a wonton and eat it.

It's really not very tasty.

But soon Jiang Feng lost the energy to pay attention to the taste, his vision gradually blurred, and tears filled his eyes.

His 10th birthday happened to be on a Saturday. Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian were going to take him to the aquarium, but Jiang Feng's grandmother fell down when she was going downstairs that morning.

Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian, who were going to celebrate Jiang Feng's birthday, rushed to the hospital and left him alone at home. Jiang Feng wanted to go to the next door to find Chen Xiuxiu to play, but found that there was no one next door.

Several cousins ​​either went to class or went to play with friends, but he stayed at home alone on his birthday.

There is no birthday cake, no feast, no aquarium, and no one to talk to him. Jiang Feng didn't watch TV. He sat quietly on the floor and stared at the floor all day long.

That was the first time he felt alone.

It was very late that Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian rushed back from the county hospital with tired faces. Wang Xiulian apologized to him and said that he would take him to the aquarium tomorrow. The aquarium was full of tourists on weekends, but it opened at 9 o'clock but had to queue up early. Jiang Feng's aquarium was half an hour away by car. Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian were tired all day and took him to the aquarium the next day.

Jiang Feng, 10 years old, said with a smile: "No, I played with Xiuxiu all day today, and I just watched several episodes of cartoons. I ate butter bread at her house at noon. I was happy. I don't have to go to Oceanarium."

That was the first time he lied.

It was also the first time I wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry.

He had long forgotten.

It was the bitterest memory of his childhood.

Wiping away the tears from his eyes, Jiang Feng silently walked out of the storage room into the toilet, and poured the wontons into the toilet.

It's better not to put this thing in the slop bucket and harm the pigs, the pigs won't grow any meat after eating it.

Thinking about it now, it seems to be nothing, just a trivial thing when I was young, but when I just ate wontons, I brought back the self when I was 10 years old. It was so bitter that I wanted to cry.

Not only that, Jiang Feng also remembered that Comrade Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang hadn't taken him to the aquarium once, and every time they made a plan, they would disappear for various reasons, like a curse.

When Jiang Feng came out of the toilet with a bowl, Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian had already eaten.

"Falled?" Jiang Jiankang asked.

"Well, it's too unpalatable." Jiang Feng nodded, washed his hands, and went to pick up the vegetable rolls.

"Hey, boy, you really don't have much talent for making wontons. In the future, someone else will make wontons." Jiang Jiankang sighed. The wontons last time really left a huge shadow on him.

"Dad." Jiang Feng looked straight at Jiang Jiankang, "You can take me to the aquarium sometime this year."

Jiang Jiankang:? ? ?

Is his son stupid for eating wontons?

"Okay, go if you have time." Jiang Jiankang perfunctory his stupid son, "You have no idea about the dishes for the semi-finals, so let me help you with advice."

"I've decided, I'll make shredded yam." Jiang Feng took a bite of the vegetable roll.

so so.

Comrade Jiang Jiankang really doesn't have the talent to cook vegetarian dishes.