Life is a Game

Grandma Jiang walked into the steamer for steaming crab-stuffed oranges, wrapped her hands with a rag, picked up the steamer, walked in and felt the temperature inside, then lifted the lid of the steamer to look at the crab-stuffed oranges in the pot , although she couldn't see anything, she couldn't help but sigh.

"My child, what are you messing with? This can also be called stewing. It would be a waste if everyone followed this method of stewing."

Jiang Feng didn't know that Grandma Jiang, the master stewed rice master, complained about his stewing method, so she took the scallion pancakes to the lobby with tables and chairs.

Walking from a distance with the dishes in hand, Jiang Feng looked at the lobby from a distance, and felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

It was in Li Mingyi's memory!

The memory of the New Year’s Eve dinner when I got the shredded yam, the lobby for the Li’s New Year’s Eve dinner is almost exactly the same as this one, except that there is one less table and the surrounding scenery has changed. It's just that the New Year's Eve dinner that Jiang Feng saw in his memory was at night. It was already dark and the lights were dim. The lobby was brightly lit and everyone was talking and laughing, but it was dark and deserted outside.

What Jiang Feng didn't know was that the current lobby was the one he had seen in his memory before.

When Li Mingyi and Jiang Huiqin returned to China, they saw how dilapidated Li's house was, so they rebuilt it on the basis of the original house, discarding most of the side rooms, utility rooms and servants' rooms, which greatly reduced the area occupied by Li's house. , but left this place alone without tearing down and rebuilding.

This is the banquet hall of the Li family.

For Li Mingyi, this room has special meaning.

The eldest sister's wedding banquet, the second sister's wedding banquet, her own wedding banquet, even grandma's birthday banquet and the annual New Year's Eve banquet are all held here. Year after year, this place carries too many memories of Li Mingyi and Jiang Huiqin With laughter, true or false, true or false. Even for Li Mingyi back then, most of the people who left him good memories here are no longer alive, and he is reluctant to let this place disappear.

So he chose to ask craftsmen to restore it, and put all the tables and chairs into the warehouse.

He hopes that one day, this place will be as lively as it used to be, even if he has no chance to see him again.

"When I was young, my New Year's Eve dinner was always eaten in that dining room." Professor Li sat in the living room and chatted with the two old men, "At that time, my mother and my brother were still there, and there were only four of us in our family. I always feel eerie when eating in the dining room at night.”

"If my dad was still here now, he would be very happy to see the dining room so lively." Professor Li sighed.

"Uncle will definitely be happy, he likes excitement the most." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

...

Jiang Feng put the pancakes on the table and ran outside to get takeaway. The delivery boy was waiting outside on the little blue car that Jiang Feng was familiar with. There are three mooncakes in a big paper bag, the mooncakes are still hot, and the simple packaging does not match the price of its gift box.

Jiang Feng went in with the moon cakes and bumped into Comrade Wang Xiulian who was eating grapes.

"Mom, help me put these mooncakes on a plate and put them on the table. I still have food in the kitchen. Remember to leave a fresh meat mooncake for Xia Xia." Jiang Feng handed the mooncake to Comrade Wang Xiulian.

"Understood." Wang Xiulian took out mooncakes, took one out of the bag and stuffed it into her mouth.

A set of movements is smooth and flowing, very smooth.

Jiang Feng returned to the kitchen and found that the fire on the side of his steamer had been adjusted to medium by Grandma Jiang.

Jiang Feng was so startled that he quickly turned down the fire.

"Grandma, why did you turn it down to medium heat?"

"What's wrong with setting it to medium heat? Don't you want to stew?" Grandma Jiang turned over the pancakes in the pan and turned off the fire.

The real firewood-saving powerhouse, even if it is a gas stove, even pancakes, can use the method of stewing to complete the last step.

"Huh?" Jiang Feng was stunned.

"Isn't that what stewing is like, saving firewood and turning off the fire last." Grandma Jiang looked puzzled.

"But I need to keep the low temperature to simmer."

"Then turn down the heat little by little and then turn it off." Grandma Jiang has the most say in the matter of stewing.

Grandma Jiang looked at the cake in the pot, turned it over again, and put the lid on the pot.

"Turning off the fire is called stewing. What do you call stewing when you turn it on and off? It doesn't cost firewood to light the fire." Grandma Jiang always believes that stewing is to save firewood.

Jiang Feng was stunned.

He seems to have grasped the essence of stewing.

Save firewood!

That's right, saving firewood.

Stewing is to save firewood, so naturally it is how to save firewood.

The real firewood saver can tell the grandson who wastes firewood with a few words.

He wants a low temperature, and wants to use time and a lower temperature to combine the orange flavor and orange flavor with the crab meat without destroying the original sweet and sour of the orange. Rise up, then turn to medium heat and put crab stuffed oranges in, then turn to low heat, and finally turn off the heat.

When the fire is turned down a little bit, the temperature in the pot also drops a little bit. There is no need to keep the low temperature at all, just let it cool down a little bit like when using an earthen stove to cook rice.

Jiang Feng even wanted to make another batch of crab-stuffed oranges.

Unfortunately, time does not allow.

Just as Jiang Feng was regretting, Grandma Jiang's pancakes came out of the pan.

"How long will you have crab stuffed oranges?" Grandma Jiang asked with a cake.

"Just a few minutes." Jiang Feng had already given up on the pot of crab-stuffed oranges in front of him. The taste of this pot of crab-stuffed oranges was probably not very satisfactory after several times of turning on and off the heat and once at medium heat.

Seven minutes later, the oranges stuffed with crabs came out of the pot, and the Mid-Autumn Festival feast began.

By the time Jiang Feng went out with crab stuffed oranges, everyone was already lined up at the table waiting for Jiang Weiming to cut the pork belly.

The porpoise made by Jiang Weiming himself has a soul only if he cuts it himself.

In fact, the main reason is that Jiang Weiming has the highest level, and he can divide every part just right. The top chefs cut the dolphin with the best techniques, and the delicious addition is not a little bit.

As Jiang Feng brought crab stuffed oranges to the table, the knife in Jiang Weiming's hand also slashed at Paofu.

One knife, two knife, three knife...

Squeeze in a little more lime juice.

Soon, the two almost equal portions of the porpoise were divided, the pig's head was left at the table of the elders, and Jiang Zaide, as the eldest brother among the juniors, graciously went to serve the porpoise. Take the chopsticks to serve.

After all, the porpoise was in his hands when it was served, and it is not certain who's mouth the porpoise will fall into after it is served.

Ji Xia sat between Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing.

In the past, Jiang Feng used to sit in the luxurious seat sandwiched between the two cousins, but now it was replaced by Ji Xia, Jiang Feng could only sit next to Wu Minqi and Jiang Shoucheng and sigh that he had taken in a good apprentice.

Help the master to share his worries, good apprentice.

Now Jiang Feng's good apprentice is a little full.

Ji Xia ate 4 ham mooncakes and filled her stomach with solid meat and noodles. Now she feels that she is 80% full.

But she can still eat two mouthfuls of Paofu!

Ji Xia looked at the porpoise in Jiang Zaide's hand, and he was sure that he was going to pick up that piece of meat later.

When you start, you have to be quick, the target must be accurate, and you can't be half-hearted. It's best to hit it with one blow.

Ji Xia has rehearsed many times in his mind how to serve food when eating with a few uncles.

"Come on, Xia Xia, eat mooncakes. These are fresh meat mooncakes. They are delicious when they are hot." Jiang Feng remembered that Ji Xia wanted to eat mooncakes, so he made one for Ji Xia.

Ji Xia picked up the mooncake and took a big bite.

fragrant.

crisp.

Meat.

Just a little supportive.

"Hic." Ji Xia hiccupped.

Jiang Junlian:? ? ?

"Xia Xia, are you full?" Jiang Junlian was shocked.

"Hi, it seems to be." Ji Xia took another bite of the mooncake to make sure he was full, "I'm full."

"Did you eat something before?" Jiang Junlian who ate 4 ham mooncakes with Ji Xia couldn't understand why Ji Xia was full so quickly, "Didn't you eat lunch?"

"I just ate those 4 mooncakes, and then had breakfast at 7 o'clock in the morning." Ji Xia said, very curious, "Aren't you full?"

"How can I be full? There are only 4 mooncakes, which are just small snacks before meals." Jiang Junlian saw that the porpoise was finally served, and quickly stretched out her chopsticks to grab a good piece of meat for herself, "You should be in a hurry, Drink two sips of water and you will be fine, I will give you this piece of meat."

Jiang Junlian generously distributed the porpoise she had just snatched to Ji Xia, joined the battlefield again, and snatched a good piece of meat from Jiang Feng's chopsticks.

Jiang Feng, who lost his love for meat:? ? ?

Didn't Jiang Junlian grab a piece just now and finish it?

Jiang Feng looked up and found that the meat Jiang Junlian picked up for the first time actually appeared in Ji Xia's bowl. For a moment, there was a mixture of sadness and joy. I don't know if I should feel emotional or my cousin finally grew up and knew to share with others, or I should be sad that my cousin grew up. The price is that the meat you fancy is gone.

"When did the relationship between Junlian and Xiaxia get so good?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Maybe it's because they are about the same age. Jun Lian has been talking to Xia Xia just now." Wu Minqi said, "Xia Xia doesn't have any peers here to make friends with. It's good to play with Jun Lian and the others."

Jiang Feng nodded.

It would be even better if he didn't grab the meat he liked.