Life is a Game

The lion's head is out of the pot.

Tian Lin looked at the lion's head in the pot, feeling a little disappointed.

She has great expectations for this dish. When Jiang Feng made it, she saw every step in her eyes. Even chopping a piece of meat was so complicated, and she used such good fat pork belly. She thought it came out It must be an amazing dish.

It's like eating Jiang Weiguo's dishes many years ago.

Tian Lin hadn't eaten Jiang Weiguo's dishes for many years. To be precise, she hadn't eaten them a few times. She didn't even remember the taste. She only remembered that Jiang Weiguo's meat dishes were different from other people's.

It's different when it's just served on the table and it's not in your mouth. You can't move your eyes just by smelling it. The dish seems to be glowing like fluorescent powder.

She thought that the lion head that Jiang Feng made this time must be the same, but it turned out that it looked no different from ordinary meatballs, the color was very light, and it smelled quite fragrant, but it was also very light.

Anyway, it's not to the point where people can't look away after seeing it.

Then Tian Lin saw Jiang Feng pouring a spoonful of hot chicken soup on the lion's head.

The chicken soup is naturally post-processed, the oil on the surface is filtered out and other things are added. The color of the soup is lighter than before, but it is still a bit yellowish.

The moment the chicken soup was poured, Tian Lin smelled the aroma.

It's not just the smell of chicken soup, not just the smell of fatty meat, it seems to have bamboo shoots, and something else, all in all, it's very fragrant.

It smells so good you can't take your eyes off it.

Just like the first time she ate Jiang Weiguo's dishes decades ago.

"Auntie, if you want to make it, you don't need to re-season the chicken soup like I did before, just skim off the oil in the chicken soup. If it's too oily, it won't taste good," Jiang Feng said.

Tian Lin silently made a note of the fact that the lighter chicken soup should not be too oily.

Pour chicken soup!

When the dishes were ready, Jiang Feng and Tian Lin brought the dishes to the table.

There is only one dining table in the Zhao family, which is big enough, but it can’t seat everyone, so usually the elders go to the table and sit down to eat, and the juniors carry the bowls and pick up the dishes to eat, and then sit on the side. Then go to pick up vegetables.

Zhao Mei also sat down at the table with a big belly.

She is going to give birth soon, and she is pregnant with twins, her stomach is so big that it is inconvenient to do many things. Her husband and Tian Lin will take care of the dishes. She just needs to point her finger to eat like an ancient emperor. Any dish will do.

As soon as Zhao Mei entered the dining room, she could smell the smell of lion's head. Even though she ate noodles cooked in chicken soup almost every night, now she could not help but salivate when she smelled the mixture of chicken soup and meat.

This lion head is definitely not made by her mother!

She even suspected that the only dish on the table was shredded potatoes that were cooked by her mother. Her mother would not use this kind of fat and thin pork belly when cooking chili fried pork, but pure fat pork belly. When her mother fried tomatoes and scrambled eggs, she would definitely cook Putting soy sauce, soy sauce, and light soy sauce is not spared. The steamed eggs steamed by her mother will not be so juicy and smooth—her mother likes to put more eggs to steam the steamed eggs into a pudding.

I can't think about it anymore, Zhao Mei thinks that if she thinks about it, she might burst into tears uncontrollably. She has become more and more sentimental since she became pregnant.

"Meimei, do you want to eat lion's head? Mom will serve you some if you want." Tian Lin said enthusiastically.

Jiang Feng made a total of 6 lion heads, each of which was as big as the fist of 1.5 adult men, and a whole lion head could not even be filled with soup in a bowl.

"Strong daughter-in-law, give Mei Meisheng a bowl and put it in a bowl. These kids eat fast. If you don't give Mei Mei more Sheng, it will be gone in a blink of an eye." Grandma Jiang said.

"The third grandma doesn't need to fill a whole one, I can't finish it." Zhao Mei said.

"It's only a lion's head, so there's nothing to eat. When I was pregnant with a few boys, I had to eat five or six meals a day, and I could eat three bowls of rice per meal. At that time, I only had one in my stomach. Your stomach You should eat more if you put two in the bag, you will give birth soon, and you will have the strength to give birth when you are full, otherwise you will suffer when you give birth." Grandma Jiang said.

Tian Lin gave Zhao Mei a whole lion's head. The huge lion's head filled the bowl so full that Zhao Mei didn't know what to eat.

Eat it with a spoon, for fear that the meat will fall out of the bowl if it falls apart, poke it up with chopsticks and eat it, because it is not very beautiful and may affect the image.

After much deliberation, Zhao Mei still poked and ate with her chopsticks. Anyway, I am already like this, my legs are as swollen as packaged sausages, my face is as round as a baked sesame seed cake, and my stomach is as big as a lion's head in a bowl, so there is no image that can be affected.

Zhao Mei poked the lion's head with her chopsticks and took a big bite, the soup sticking to her cheeks.

Fat and tender but not greasy, smooth and tender, thick and elastic, the meat granules full of gravy, chicken soup and bamboo shoots burst in Zhao Mei's mouth.

It's fat.

But it is delicious, delicious, fatty meat that moves people to tears.

There is no strong sauce taste, not too much sweet and salty, it is obviously mostly fat diced meat, but it tastes very light, the gravy soaks out of the diced meat, and it feels like it can melt your tongue in your mouth.

"Mom." Zhao Mei said to Tian Lin with a teary voice, "Fatty meat is delicious."

Pregnant women are always sentimental, and every little thing is worthy of their tears, let alone such a big thing as a lion's head.

Zhao Mei devoured the lion's head, her face was full of gravy, and her mouth was full of meaty aroma, just like when she was a child, she sat at the dinner table and ate a big meal of meat.

While weeping, he gnawed on the lion's head, and all the tears fell on the lion's head.

Tian Lin couldn't help wiping away tears.

In a few minutes, Zhao Mei swallowed a bowl full of lion heads.

"Mom, I want ribs!"

"tomato!"

"Give me two more ribs!"

"Add more chili!"

Jiang Feng and the others were dumbfounded.

Logically speaking, this is obviously a very warm scene. On the surface, it seems that the daughter has lost her appetite for many days. The daughter who has lost her appetite suddenly has a good appetite. She is eating at the table, and the mother is crying with joy while picking up vegetables.

No matter how you look at it, it is a warm family drama.

It would be more warm if Zhao Mei didn't eat while crying.

Zhao Mei's husband was not idle either, and was in charge of wiping Zhao Mei's tears. No matter how you look at this scene, it feels weird.

Jiang Junlian was so frightened that she didn't dare to stretch out her chopsticks. After a long time, she quietly stretched out her chopsticks and picked up a small piece of lion's head. After tasting it, she whispered to Jiang Junqing, "It's the taste of lion's head. Sister Meimei is crying."

Jiang Junlian, a freshman in high school, couldn't understand the sentimentality of pregnant women and Zhao Mei's feelings of sweet dew after a long drought.

The other female compatriots who had given birth at the dinner table were very understanding. The eldest aunt first broke the silence to explain to Zhao Mei: "Meimei's child is the same as mine before. She cries easily when she is pregnant."

"Yeah, yeah, I remember when I was pregnant with Xiaofeng, I picked up a piece of green vegetables while eating, and cried after chewing a few bites, which scared Jiankang, who thought the salt hadn't melted." Wang Xiulian agreed. road.

"Me too. When I was pregnant with Xiaoran, I ate sesame seed cakes once. In fact, the sesame seed cakes were a bit hard, but I don't know what happened. I cried angrily after eating." The fourth aunt nodded in agreement.

Everyone began to share that they ate and cried when they were pregnant, and it seemed that Zhao Mei's crying was very normal.

On the contrary, all the male compatriots in the Jiang family were stunned when they heard it, and they didn't remember that their wives cried because of these weird things when they were pregnant.

"Brother De, do you think sister Meimei is delicious or ugly?" Jiang Junlian approached Jiang Zaide and asked in a low voice.

"Then there's no need to ask? It must be delicious to cry!" Jiang Zaide looked sternly, looking enviously at Zhao Mei who had already started to gnaw on the second lion's head.

When will he be treated like this, he can eat two of the six lion heads on the table.

Jiang Zaide sighed.

It seems that the matter of saving money must be hurry up, and the matter of finding a girlfriend must be put on the agenda, and then find a chance to ask the younger brother where he plans to buy a house.

Even if you can't eat two of six lion's heads, try to live a life where you can eat lion's heads for every meal.

Jiang Zaide clenched his fist tightly.

Eat a lion head the size of his fist!