Life is a Game

In all fairness, Jiang Feng felt that the vegetable rolls made by Jiang Jiankang today were not as good as the noodles mixed with leftovers in the past. The leftovers are still delicious after reheating, and Jiang Jiankang’s superb hand-rolled noodles, in fact, the noodles with leftovers are quite delicious.

After breakfast, Jiang Feng helped chop the vegetables, and then he was about to practice shredded yams.

During the game update card bug, he watched the method of shredded yam when he was free. In addition, all the shredded vegetables used in the practice of shredded yam after the year were yam and sweet potatoes. There is no possibility of rollover.

There are not many other things in the back kitchen of the healthy cooking restaurant, but there are many stoves, and they are close together. Sometimes at noon, Jiang Jiankang's cooking moves are bigger, and Jiang Feng can bump into his right hand when he turns around.

There are fresh yams, which were just delivered by the supplier this morning. Wash, peel, and cut into pieces. Two pots are fired at the same time. One pot is fried with yam and the other with sugar. For those who don’t know how to sink sugar in oil , This is indeed a wonderful way to make shredded vegetables.

Jiang Jiankang was cutting meat on the cooking table. Yesterday, a teacher from University A ordered a table of dishes. There are many big dishes, such as elbow, sweet and sour carp, deep-fried double crispy and crispy chicken, which are time-consuming and labor-intensive and must be pre-processed. There are quite a few, so we have to start preparing early in the morning.

The fresh carp in the water tank was gurgling and bubbling, not knowing what he was going to experience in the afternoon.

Jiang Feng was frying yams while staring at the fried sugar in the other pot. While doing two things, he could also find time to chat with Jiang Jiankang.

"Didn't your third grandpa teach you to sink sugar in oil?" Jiang Jiankang would do the same thing, but Jiang Weiguo didn't teach him to sink sugar in oil. He tried all kinds of strange methods when making candied vegetables.

Jiang Weiguo's own oil bottom sugar is half-baked, it's a typical pirated version.

"I'm not very familiar with it. I want to try a safer method." Jiang Feng said.

"I think it's better to sink sugar in oil. The shredded yam made by your third grandfather tastes so good." Jiang Jiankang missed the shredded yam that Jiang Weiming made when Jiang Feng demonstrated the oil-dried yam.

Crispy, tender and sweet, the color is slightly yellow like potato cubes just fried out of the pan, sweet and crispy, the shreds are as thin as hair, if you don't dip them in cold white sugar, you can always pull them out.

The shredded yam they made by other methods was far worse than the one Jiang Weiming made before.

While speaking, the yam had already been fried.

The pot is early, and the time is not well grasped. The yam is out of the pot first, and the temperature will slowly drop. When the other pot can be shredded, it will not be the best temperature. The taste of the yam and the degree of shredded wire will not have oil. Shen Tang made it so well.

Jiang Jiankang, who was cutting meat at the side, also noticed it, and said, "You fried your yam too early."

"Yeah." Jiang Feng stared at the other pot. The surface of the syrup had already begun to have soft bubbles, and it was not far from the fire of drawing silk. "Two minutes too early."

Put the yam into the pot, fry it quickly, turn over the spoon, stir well, and take it out of the pot.

【Drawing Yam Grade C】

[A piece of unremarkable shredded yam with no buff bonus]

Shit games really show what they want to see.

Jiang Feng picked up a piece. The silk was quite long, but it was not thin enough. It was far from the silk yam made by Jiang Weiming.

Get wet, enter.

It's a bit hot, the syrup is a bit thick, the yam is soft, and it doesn't feel crispy and sweet. It's really mediocre.

He didn't like sweets, so he was going to serve Comrade Wang Xiulian to eat, to comfort her injured stomach from not eating meat in the morning, but just as he picked up the plate, Ji Yue, who came to work, groped into the back kitchen.

"Jiang Feng, are there any beans... Hey, silk yam." Dessert lover Ji Yue's eyes lit up when she saw the silk yam, and she could accept all the failed products of Jiang Feng's practice before.

"It's a sin to eat such sweet food early in the morning." Ji Yue confessed with no regrets in her heart, and touched a pair of chopsticks very skillfully, picked up a large piece, and instantly threw away the fact that she wanted to touch it to mix a cup of soy milk. .

"It's okay, by the way, where is Aunt Wang? I didn't see her outside just now, and there was no one on the second floor." Ji Yue asked.

"My mother isn't in the store?" Jiang Feng started to cook a second plate of shredded yams, "Maybe I went to buy finger cakes. The finger cakes from the newly opened fried chicken shop two days ago are quite delicious. My mother bought them." I’ve ordered it several times. By the way, remember to write the special price of silk yam on the sign at the door.”

Ji Yue was already very familiar with Jiang Feng's routine of practicing what kind of dishes and what kind of special dishes, and started to eat the second piece, and asked vaguely: "You make shredded yam in the semifinals? By the way, who are you competing with in the semifinals? It can't be Zhang Guanghang, right?"

"No, I'm competing with Wu Minqi," Jiang Feng said.

"Hey, it's so exciting." Ji Yue's melon-eating crowd didn't think it was a big deal, and stabbed Jiang Feng very honestly, "You're cold."

Ji Yue ate it in the back kitchen and watched Jiang Feng make the shredded yam, and from time to time asked questions from the people who eat melons and talk about tuberculosis.

"Why do you use two pots at the same time?"

"Actually, I think yams look like potato wedges."

"Hey, that candy is starting to bubble."

"The shredded yam is actually fried?!"

"this……"

"that……"

"Hey, this..."

"Have you finished eating?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's over." Ji Yue talked a lot because he had nothing to do after eating.

Jiang Feng brought the freshly cooked shredded yam to Ji Yue: "Let's have another plate."

【Drawing Yam Grade C】

When Ji Yue finished a quarter of her second plate of shredded yams, Wang Xiulian entered the back kitchen with a pancake in her hand and ate it.

The top version of tenderloin, bacon, ham, meat floss and egg.

Based on the time when Comrade Wang Xiulian disappeared, she should have eaten more than this one hand pancake, and the rest probably entered her stomach long ago.

"Silk-drawn yam?" Wang Xiulian looked at the silk-drawn yam in front of her and wanted to get a piece of it. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to forget it. Now eating the sweet one and then eating the hand-cooked pancakes will taint the taste, "My son, when will this plate in your pot be out of the pot? "

"There are still five minutes." Jiang Feng said.

"I'll eat the next plate. This dish tastes best when it's hot." Wang Xiulian took a big bite of the finger cake in her hand.

Ji Yue finished eating two plates of shredded yams, her calories were off the charts, she kept chanting "sins and sins", and went to the lobby with the policy of "out of sight, out of sight", otherwise she would still be unable to resist eating the third plate.

In the morning, Jiang Feng made more than a dozen servings of silk-drawn yam, digested five plates internally, gave a few plates to the surrounding businesses, and put the rest in the incubator. Although Jiang Feng felt good about himself and felt that each game was better than the other, none of the games had a rating higher than C.

He decided to make it in the afternoon with the method of sinking sugar in oil to see if the taste would be better.

Wu Minqi came in late today, after twelve o'clock, put on her apron and started working directly.

"Are you full of classes this morning?" Jiang Feng asked. If he remembered correctly, Wu Minqi only had two classes this morning, or eight classes earlier.

"My dad arrived today, and my mom and I went to pick him up at the airport." Wu Minqi said.

"Where are your parents?" Jiang Feng asked.

"In the shop, order."

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

"What do you want to order? Let's stay and eat together at noon. We won't be busy after half an hour." Jiang Jiankang said cheerfully, "It's just a matter of time to meet. Jiang Feng's grandfather and third grandfather also came over at noon today."

"Okay, then I'll go out and talk to them." Wu Minqi thought it was okay, so she put down the dishes in her hand and went out.

After a while, Wu Minqi took his father directly into the back kitchen.

Wu Minqi's father was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, with eyes that looked a bit refined, not a chef but a teacher, slightly fat, serious and expressionless.

"My dad said he would come to help too." Wu Minqi said.

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xiulian poked her head into the back kitchen and asked loudly, "Jiankang, where did you throw the temporary menu? Why didn't I find it?"

"Huh?" Jiang Jiankang was dumbfounded.

"Aunt Wang, I found it, what are you writing?" Ji Yue shouted outside.

"By the way, Qiqi, you just mentioned those dishes." Wang Xiulian asked.

"Chestnut roast chicken, ants climbing trees, Sichuan-style jelly. But Aunt Wang, there seems to be no jelly in the store?" Wu Minqi asked.

"It's okay, I'll go to the store later to buy directly." Wang Xiulian said naturally, "Father Wu, you can eat with us these few days."

After speaking, I went to the lobby.

Wu Minqi's father: ...

Why are you all so proficient at...

Does this store often have foreign chefs who drop randomly to cook?