Life is a Game

Making velvet was only the first step in making chickpea curds, and it was the only step that Jiang Weiming was willing to let Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi do. Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi had no chance to do the next step in person, so they could only stand by and watch.

"Actually, you young people are more suitable for making this kind of golden expensive dish." Jiang Weiming smiled while stirring the egg whites in the bowl, "You are strong and fast, and you can make minced chicken quickly and well. Unlike me, light You have to squint your eyes for more than half an hour to pick your muscles."

"Third Grandpa, how about I help you stir the egg whites." Jiang Feng felt that he could still do the stirring of the egg whites.

Jiang Weiming shook his head, and the movement of his hands didn't stop: "The person who makes the egg white must mix it himself, and it can't be replaced by others. Wait until the bowl is full of foam, and when the density of the foam reaches a certain amount, mix it with the egg white. Minced chicken is mixed. Only in this way can the minced chicken feel fluffy, and it will have the feeling of bean curd in the mouth.”

"I feel like you all know this kind of thing. You can't say it clearly. You can only judge by yourself. If you do too much, you will know the approximate amount. Others will definitely not be able to see it."

Jiang Weiming kept stirring the egg whites in the bowl at a constant speed until the surface of the egg whites was covered with fine foam similar to beer foam, and he stopped when he couldn't see the egg whites below, taking a large amount of foam and mixing it into the minced chicken.

At this point, the bean curd part of the chickpea curd is basically completed.

Chicken tofu is a kind of food that saves clear soup. Compared with the food that is usually stewed in clear soup, it is simply a little expert in saving soup. It is precisely because of this that after Jiang Weiming made so many servings of chickpea curds yesterday, he still has some clear soup left over to cook today.

Of course, the two giant-sized thermos cups he brought from Shanghai are all thanks to the clear soup left over.

That was really the biggest thermos cup Jiang Feng had ever seen in his life.

After the minced chicken is processed, the rest is to cook. There are not many other things in Taifenglou. There are many types of pots and pans. The big ones are very large, and the small ones are very small. It's all there.

Jiang Weiming divided the clear soup into five parts, heated four parts and boiled one part to a slight boil, and put the small pieces of minced chicken into the pot that was boiled to a slight boil. It only takes a few minutes, and it can be taken out after it has solidified. Put it in a bowl and pour the heated clear soup. The chickpea curd is complete.

A small white porcelain bowl, clear soup as clear as water, white and fluffy surface without any pores or dents, and minced chicken as smooth as fresh bean curd, exactly the same as the chicken bean curd that Jiang Feng ate yesterday.

"Don't underestimate this last step of cooking. The clear soup is heated to a slight boil, but to what extent it boils, when the small pieces of minced chicken slide in and when it solidifies and when it is taken out, there is no room for sloppyness. Just do it with a little distraction. No such effect." Jiang Weiming said, after thinking about it, he felt that his words were not convincing, so he used his only apprentice as an example.

"Take the chickpea pudding made by Weiwei as an example. I completed the previous steps. He was only responsible for the final cooking step, but he just couldn't cook it to such an effect. Although the solidified minced chicken looks It looks like bean curd, but it doesn’t feel like bean curd, which can be distinguished with the naked eye.”

"Chicken flower is a dish that is very important in color and taste. To some extent, its color is far greater than taste. It is different from boiled cabbage. Boiled cabbage pays attention to the freshness of clear soup. But chickpea flower The real attraction is that it can deceive diners visually. In terms of delicacy, chickpeas are far inferior to boiled cabbage. The sense of surprise obtained by the contrast is the soul of chickpeas." Jiang Weiming said.

"Okay, let's serve the dishes to the guests first, the guests may be impatient after waiting for so long."

Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi each had two bowls, and carefully brought four bowls of chicken bean curd to the dish delivery window.

Jiang Feng still didn't forget to remind his colleagues who were guarding the dish delivery window: "Remember to remind the waiter who serves the dish to be careful not to spill it. There are only 4 more servings of this dish, and the ingredients are gone."

"Good little boss!"

At the same time, Han Guishan was a little anxious waiting in the box.

Mainly because he was hungry.

Because he had been looking forward to the opening of Taifeng Building, Han Guishan deliberately controlled the amount of meals in the morning and at noon, and ate a little less than usual, and only ate a bowl of white rice at noon.

The feeling of hunger surrounded him, making him want to eat more pickle dumplings.

"Waiter, hurry up for the dishes. We've been waiting for almost 20 minutes. Why hasn't a dish arrived yet?" Han Guishan complained.

"Mr. Han, it was Mr. Xu who said to serve the chickpea curds first. If you want to serve other dishes first, I will go to the kitchen to remind you, and they will be served to you soon." The waiter apologized.

"You told him to serve the chicken bean curd first?" Han Guishan felt that he was so hungry that he lost his memory, why he didn't remember this part at all.

"I told him when you went to the toilet." Xu Cheng drank tea leisurely.

"The waiter, tell the kitchen to serve other dishes first," Han Guishan said.

"Needless to the waiter, serve the chickpeas first. You can ask how long the chickpeas are left. Don't rush, just tell me the time." Xu Chengdao.

Han Guishan:?

Seeing Han Guishan looking at him with a puzzled face, Wang Jing and Han Youxin, who was racing against time to play mobile games, also raised their heads and looked at him, Xu Cheng explained: "Other dishes are served, if you eat other dishes first The taste in the mouth will change, and the chickpea flower will not be the most perfect form when the time comes."

"Besides, it's better to eat this kind of delicious food first."

Han Guishan:?

Let's just have a meal, you can treat it as a food review.

"No way, isn't Old Xu just a serving of chickpea curds? Why are you so...so..." Han Guishan couldn't think of an adjective, "You didn't pay much attention to this when you were a judge last year."

"There are different ways to deal with different situations." Xu Cheng wiped his hands with a hot towel again.

"Wife, is Master Jiang's chicken bean curd so delicious?" Han Guishan turned to ask Wang Jing. Back then, Wang Jing and Jiang Weiming were in the same state-run restaurant, and Han Guishan felt that Wang Jing should have eaten Jiang Weiming's chicken bean curd.

"I don't know. I haven't eaten chickpea curds made by Master Jiang. Besides, I haven't worked in the state-run restaurant for long. You fooled me into resigning and selling things after I didn't work for a year. I was the top In my mother's job, at that time, Master Jiang was famous for fish heads with chopped peppers. The leaders above came down to check that what Master Jiang made was basically fish heads with chopped peppers. I only know that Master Jiang's fish heads with chopped peppers have been praised by foreign guests. "Wang Jing said.

"In fact, Master Jiang can cook a lot of dishes. I think there are a few dishes that are much more delicious than fish heads with chopped peppers. It may be because the fish heads with chopped peppers are famous. At that time, investors or leaders basically used chopped peppers. Pepper fish head." Wang Jing said with some small regrets, "Master Jiang and Master Wu were so famous in our place at that time, and no one would mention them when talking about chefs. Now only the famous chefs are left. Master Wu is gone, and Master Jiang probably doesn’t remember many of them.”

"It's okay, it's fine to be famous now, isn't Lao Xu commenting on that famous chef record, he will be famous if he is rated." Han Guishan comforted.

"Don't mention this during meal time, it makes me feel dizzy when I talk about it." Xu Cheng's face was full of resistance and despair towards work.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Han Guishan asked curiously.

"It's just a review..."

"Hello, chickpeas, we will serve the rest of the dishes soon. May I ask if the shredded yam should be served last?" The waiter came in with two servings of chickpeas.

"Finally." Xu Cheng said perfunctorily, staring straight at the two servings of chickpea curds that the waiter was carrying.

Disguise real ones.

These 4 words are enough.

The waiter put the chickpeas on the table. Han Youxin looked up at the dishes and found that there were two bowls of tofu without sugar. He immediately lost interest and then looked down to play with his phone, not knowing what he missed.

"Yo, this is quite similar, it looks like real bean curd." Han Guishan was surprised, and wanted to take out his mobile phone to take a picture and found that his mobile phone was in Han Youxin's hand, so he took the mobile phone from Han Youxin's hand and pointed it at the chicken. Douhua clicked and took several consecutive shots.

"Youxin, do you want to eat chickpeas?" Han Guishan asked his son first.

"No, Dad, can I play with my phone again?" Han Youxin shook his head.

Han Guishan handed the mobile phone to Han Youxin after posting Moments: "Play for a while, but you can't play until the other dishes are served and have a good meal. Go back and finish your homework before you can get the mobile phone from your mother. If your mother is going to have a beauty treatment Just ask Aunt Hu to call your mother, and your mother can only use your mobile phone to play with your mother's consent, you are not allowed to play tricks, you know?"

"oh."

"Old Xu, I'll give you this bowl. My wife and I will just share a bowl." Han Guishan brought over a bowl of chickpeas curds that was closer to him, scooped a few pieces into his own bowl, and put the one with clear soup on it. The bowl was passed to Wang Jing.

Xu Cheng has already eaten it.

Fascinated and intoxicated, as if he could ride the wind back in the next second and become immortal.

Wang Jing took the bowl and took a sip of the soup first, then froze after finishing the drink, took another sip of the soup, and then took another sip of the soup, just like this, there was only a few tens of seconds in the bowl. Wang Jing drank up a little clear soup, and even forgot to save some for her son.

"Youxin, would you like some chickpea pudding?" After finishing the soup, Wang Jing finally remembered that she had a son, but she had completely forgotten that she had a husband.

Han Youxin was a little reluctant.

"Try it, it's delicious." Wang Jing persuaded, after all, it was her own, and I always want to leave good things for my son.

Only then did Han Youxin nod his head. Han Guishan hadn't felt helpless yet: "He won't eat if he doesn't want to. Why force him to eat?"

Han Youxin had already stretched out his small hand to grab the spoon, scooped up half a spoonful of chickpea curd from Wang Jing's bowl, and opened his mouth to put it into his mouth.

There was almost no chewing movement, Han Youxin just swallowed it in a daze.

"Mom, I want to have another bite."

Wang Jing moved the bowl over.

Han Youxin took another bite, as if opening the door to a new world. At the age of 10, he realized for the first time that although Tai Fung Lou had the grass dumplings that he hated the most, there was also something he had never tasted that tasted better than chocolate bars, potato chips, wafer biscuits and cheesecake Douhua.

Douhua!

Although there is no sugar added, it is better than all bean curds, no, it is better than everything that can be eaten!

"Mom, I want to have another bite."

In this way, Han Youxin and Wang Jing took one bite at a time, and soon half a bowl of chickpea curd was exhausted.

Han Guishan, who witnessed all this:?

Han Guishan couldn't help looking at the chicken bean curd without soup in the bowl, and realized that he might have underestimated Jiang Weiming's craftsmanship.

He has never seen his own son who only likes to eat snacks but not to eat, so happy and eager to eat actively.

Han Guishan took a sip of chickpeas.

! ! !

Han Guishan was shocked, he couldn't believe his tongue, and looked down at the chickpeas in the bowl.

It's chickpeas, and chickpeas without soup.

But... how can it be so delicious?

There are actually better foods in this world than pickled vegetable dumplings!

Just as Han Guishan was about to take his second bite, savoring the delicacy of the chickpea curd in the bowl, he saw his son looking at him eagerly.

Poor and helpless but want to eat.

"Father, I want to have another bite of tofu curd." Han Youxin said pitifully.

Han Guishan: ...

He really wanted to pretend that he was too old to be deaf, but unfortunately, he was not so old yet.

Han Guishan found that Wang Jing was also looking at him.

Han Guishan sighed.

What can I do if my only son wants to eat, everything is for the child.

"Han Youxin, there are some things that need to be agreed in advance. It's fine if you want to eat chickpeas, but it depends on your performance. Go home today..."

"I must finish my homework before 8 o'clock!" Han Youxin has learned to answer quickly.

"this weekend……"

"I will definitely go to the piano class, and I will definitely not cheat this time!"

Han Guishan gave up half of his chicken bean curd, and like Wang Jing, Han Youxin took a bite of him, and the two shared the meal.

After eating, Han Youxin still had some thoughts: "Dad, can we order this bean curd next time?"

"It depends on whether there are any in this store. You, Youxin, know that many dishes in their store are not available every day." Han Guishan tried to explain to Han Youxin.

"Then let's come to eat every day, as long as we come every day, there will be one day!" Han Youxin felt that he had come up with a brilliant idea, which should be the most witty idea he has ever raised since he was born.

Han Guishan: ...

As expected of my son, he actually thought of going with me.

"No problem, from now on, Dad will bring you here for dinner every day, and also at noon!"

"Cough cough." Wang Jing coughed heavily twice.

"But it's definitely unreasonable to eat at the same restaurant every day. We can eat less, for example, 5 days a week, and go to other places on weekends." Han Guishan thought that Wang Jing disagreed with his proposal and quickly changed his mind.

"Since you say you have to do it, how can you go back on your word? You are still a father, and you actually did it in front of your son." Wang Jing looked serious, "Remember to call me when you eat in the future. After eating the dishes made by Master Jiang, I still feel a little nostalgic."

Just when Han Guishan's family was having a heated discussion about making Taifeng Building a canteen, Xu Cheng finally finished his share of chickpeas and put down his spoon.

"Remember to inform me before eating in the future, we will eat at the same table to avoid booking two boxes." Xu Cheng said.

Han Guishan:?

"And ask your assistant to order when ordering in the future, your hand speed is too slow." Xu Cheng looked disgusted.

Han Guishan:? ? ?