Life is a Game

Although Jiang Feng really wanted to jump up and beat Jiang Xiaoran violently, but he couldn't.

Not in memory, not out of memory. I can't beat him in my memory, but I don't have a name for him outside of my memory.

He could only silently bury the grief and indignation of being besieged by a dozen strong men in his heart, and next time he had a chance to have dinner with Jiang Xiaoran, he would arrange his seat between Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian.

Jiang Xiaoran put the two dishes on the table, and Lin Juan and Jiang Yanlu's wife entered the kitchen to serve the dishes. Jiang Yanlu and Jiang Yong sat side by side on chairs and warmed themselves by the brazier. Jiang Yong had no expression on his face. Jiang Yanlu rubbed his hands and showed a flattering smile. It seemed that he had something to say.

There were still some scattered melon seeds on the ground. It was obvious that the scumbag comrades were very perfunctory when sweeping the floor and didn't clean it up at all.

"Xiaoyong, um, brother has something to discuss with you..." Before Jiang Yanlu could finish his words, he was interrupted by Grandma Jiang Xiaoran who stormed out of the kitchen angrily, and then went back to bring out a plate of dishes.

"It's time to eat, it's all on the table." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran said with a smile, and gave her elder son a warning look.

Jiang Yanlu quickly shut up, Jiang Yong glanced at him and sat down at the table without saying a word.

Jiang Zhe was the last one to serve, and he didn't reluctantly sit beside his mother until Jiang Weiming came out with the last dish. When he sat down, he restrained his scum and hooligan aura a little bit, probably because Jiang Yong was sitting next to him.

The last dish to be served was steamed green eel. It may be that Jiang Weiming used another plate to hold the dish because he was afraid that the soup would be spilled or the smell would be lost on the way. Jiang Feng could smell the faint smell of eel when the dish was served. fragrance.

"Dad, what is this?" Jiang Yanlu asked.

"Steamed green eel." Jiang Xiaoran rushed to answer.

Jiang Weiming nodded, and moved the dishes beside the steamed green eel to the side: "I used to make this dish when you two were at home. Didn't Xiaoyong come back only during the Chinese New Year these few years? It's okay If there is a chance to eat it, it happens that there are plump green eels this year, so I made it."

Jiang Weiming unveiled

The fragrance is overflowing.

As if the seal had been broken, the scent that had been sealed in the plate burst out immediately, and the mixed fresh scent of fish, pork, and hibiscus eggs swept over like a torrent, enveloping everyone present.

fragrant.

It is very fragrant, neither floral nor purely meaty, but a mixture of eel's freshness and top clear soup. Jiang Weiming was a master at making clear soup, which Jiang Feng had already experienced when he was eating chickpeas, but it didn't stop him from drooling at the plate of steamed green eels in front of him.

The large and fat eel meat, cut into pieces, is placed on the plate brightly, the color of the sauce can be clearly seen on the meat, and the fish meat near the skin is white and delicate.

Jiang Feng had eaten this dish at Wu's restaurant years ago, and it was learned by Wu Han. While eating, Wu Minqi also introduced him to the method of steaming green eel. Jiang Feng clearly remembered that Wu Minqi said that the steamed green eel made by a very good cook can smell good for 50 meters after being put on the table and uncovered.

At that time, Jiang Feng didn't care, he just thought it was a beautiful legend in the chef world. After all, such legends are not uncommon in the chef world. Everyone has a legendary chef who can cook a certain dish to perfection, but no one has ever seen it.

Now that Jiang Feng saw it, the legendary steamed green eel, which was said to be able to float 50 meters in fragrance after the cover was uncovered, was placed in front of him shining brightly.

Although Jiang Feng couldn't really go 50 meters away from this dish to smell it, to see if he could really smell the aroma of steamed green eel, but he knew very well that what Jiang Weiming made was the legendary dish.

The secret of the aroma is the spoonful of clear soup that is poured on the dish at the end.

To a certain extent, Tian Linxin's concept of pouring chicken soup into cooking is not wrong. The top-level broth and clear soup really have the power to turn decay into magic. After all, broth and clear soup are the ultimate exploration and ultimate refinement of the umami of ingredients by Chinese chefs for nearly a thousand years.

Unrivaled.

It's a pity that Jiang Feng could only watch Jiang Xiaoran feasting on the dining table, while standing beside him drooling.

Jiang Xiaoran, as a teenager who is in the puberty stage, is the number one high school student who eats whatever he does, not only eats a lot, but also eats fast. It may be the speed of eating and grabbing food that he learned in the cafeteria. Jiang Zhe, who was at the same table as him, was also in his prime, so he didn't rob the bank at the table.

The steamed green eel on the plate is rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In addition to the plump eel meat in the steamed green eel, the pork and hibiscus eggs buried under the fish meat are also rare and delicious. Especially the Furong egg, because it is buried at the bottom and absorbed all kinds of soup, it is almost the essence of the whole dish, where the umami taste gathers.

Because Jiang Xiaoran ate fast, when the pork and eel on the surface were all eaten, the Furong egg buried at the bottom was still hot or even a little hot.

Jiang Xiaoran had been busy eating before, and when he ate the Furong egg, he couldn't help but sighed: "Wow, grandpa, the steamed egg under the fish you made is really delicious!"

"Come and taste two pieces!" Jiang Xiaoran seemed to have discovered a new treasure.

Grandma Jiang Xiaoran scooped up a spoonful of eggs with a smile, while Jiang Weiming smiled and shook his head: "Grandpa doesn't like it, but if you like it, eat more."

"Eat slowly and no one will grab you. It's like a pig eating." Lin Juan laughed.

"Xiao Ran is growing up, so it's normal to eat fast." Jiang Yanlu said.

There was also a smile on Jiang Yong's face, and the New Year's Eve dinner finally began to develop into a happy and family-friendly atmosphere.

"Hmph." It's a pity that real scumbags will never allow the atmosphere to become happy and harmonious.

Jiang Zhe's cold snort seemed to be expressing his inner dissatisfaction to everyone present. He sat on the side of the table with his head propped up limply as if his bones had been pulled out, looking like a hooligan collecting protection fees at the entrance of the village.

Seeing Jiang Zhe's appearance, the smile on Jiang Yong's face disappeared, and he couldn't hold back for a moment: "You have to look like you are eating, what do you look like, sit down."

Only then did Jiang Zhe reluctantly return to his normal sitting posture.

Hearing what Jiang Yong said, Jiang Yanlu's wife immediately had an opinion: "Second brother, what do you mean? The New Year's Eve scolded Xiao Zhe for what he did, and he sat how he liked and how comfortable he was."

In the end, he added a sentence unconvinced: "However, you didn't care about the way you ate just now, Xiao Zhe just sat a little casually."

Jiang Xiaoran, who was buried in eggs:? ? ?

"Sister-in-law, what do you mean by that?" Lin Juan put the bowl on the table and turned on all the firepower, "What do you mean by eating like that, but what does it mean to eat like that? Who can eat like a teenager? Such?"

"Did Jiang Yong just say Xiao Zhe's sitting posture? Don't you know what he said? If you have any complaints about our family, just say it. Jiang Zhe has been acting weird since we entered the door." , Where did we offend you? If you have something to say, don’t criticize Sang Huai here.”

Every housewife is an excellent contender.

"Okay, why are you arguing about the New Year's Eve?" Grandma Jiang Xiaoran jumped out to smooth things over, "Xiao Zhe's sitting posture is indeed problematic, it's okay if the elders say it. But don't be so voracious and careful to choke when it's time to eat, slow down , your aunt is right."

"Have a meal."

It's a pity that no one at the table could really eat, except for Jiang Xiaoran who was buried in the egg.

Jiang Feng wanted to sit on the table and eat for them.

Really, if you want to quarrel and eat, go to the yard to fight directly. What kind of argument at the dinner table will affect the mood of eating.

The few people on the table ate a few mouthfuls of food absent-mindedly. Lin Juan stared intently at her sister-in-law who was always preparing for the battle, but for some reason, Jiang Yanlu's wife simply surrendered and surrendered. vegetable.

Jiang Yong had no expression on his face, as if he was used to it. Jiang Yanlu seemed to have something to say but he never said it. come out. Grandma Jiang Xiaoran ignores everyone and eats food on her own, but occasionally picks up a few meat dishes for Jiang Xiaoran.

Jiang Xiaoran is definitely the best in the audience, he is the one who eats the most, although he was dissed for no reason, but it is definitely not a loss.

"Grandma, can I stay here tonight, and ask grandpa to cook me another plate of this steamed eel tomorrow morning, I want to eat it with noodles." Jiang Xiaoran leaned into grandma's ear and whispered.

"Go and tell your dad, but if you stay here tonight your grandpa will definitely burn it for you tomorrow morning." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran said with a smile.

Just as Jiang Xiaoran wanted to turn his head and mention this to his father who was sitting across from him, Jiang Weiming put the bowl on the table and said, "Yanlu, Xiaoyong, come to my room with me, I have something to tell you two. "

Grandma Jiang Xiaoran's expression suddenly darkened.