Life is a Game

Jiang Weiming dealt with the chicken soup alone for most of the day.

During the whole process of making clear soup, Jiang Xiaoran ate breakfast and lunch, played with his mobile phone for a while, and wrote a program for a while, solved some original bugs and added some new ones.

Jiang Feng watched with his own eyes that the two pots of orange-yellow chicken soup gradually became clear and translucent in Jiang Weiming's hands, the impurities disappeared, the color faded, and finally turned into two pots of chicken soup that looked like clear water and exuded an attractive and delicious fragrance.

uncanny workmanship.

The clear soup is not finished until dinner is approaching. The clear soup is the most difficult part of the whole chickpea dish, and it is also the part that best reflects the chef's cooking skills. After making the two pots of clear soup, Jiang Weiming didn't immediately make minced chicken, but put the two pots of clear soup separately into the refrigerator and started making dinner.

Jiang Weiming seemed to be locked in the kitchen, busy walking around between the stoves all day long.

Jiang Xiaoran came out of the room after fixing the bugs and wanted to go to the refrigerator to find something to eat. After entering the kitchen, he saw that the sleeves and apron on Jiang Weiming's clothes looked different from those at noon, so he realized that he had been in the kitchen all afternoon. busy.

"Grandpa, aren't you cooking that chicken soup all afternoon?" Jiang Xiaoran asked.

"Clear soup is more precious. When making it, someone needs to be watching by the side. It cannot be separated from people." Jiang Weiming explained.

Jiang Xiaoran took a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator: "We don't need to make it so delicate at home, as long as it tastes good. When my mother stewed chicken, she always beat the chicken and put it in the stew pot. Before I go to bed, I just press the saucepan and adjust it to keep warm. You don’t have to stand by next time you stew the chicken, just sit in the living room and watch TV. If you’re worried about forgetting the time, just tell me, I’ll set an alarm clock .”

Jiang Xiaoran didn't know what it was because he had never eaten chicken bean curd, he thought it was chicken stewed bean curd similar to stewed chicken.

"I make clear soup, not chicken soup. It's different." Jiang Weiming didn't explain too much, anyway, Jiang Xiaoran will understand when he sees the real thing.

After dinner, Jiang Weiming didn't make chickpea pudding right away, but went downstairs for a walk with Jiang Xiaoran. Jiang Feng could tell from Jiang Xiaoran's sluggish expression that he probably didn't like walking very much.

Walking with grandpa is the duty of every filial grandson.

The old residential area where Jiang Yong's family is located is not big. Jiang Weiming walked around the residential area twice for a walk. When he was about to go back, he stopped by a small supermarket near the community to buy two bags of flour.

"Grandpa, why don't you stop making dumplings at night. Look, it's almost 8 o'clock. You still have to make chickpea curds when you go back. If you want to make dumplings again, you will have to work until eleven or twelve o'clock." Jiang Xiaoran mentioned Flour persuaded.

"Then don't make dumplings. I'll make some fillings for you and put them in the refrigerator. I'll let your mother make dumplings for you when your mother is free in two days." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

In fact, he didn't have to make dumplings, he just wanted to fill up the refrigerator before leaving, and leave more traces of his stay in Jiang Yong's house.

However, Jiang Weiming was indeed tired after a busy day. Not making high-grade clear soup for too many years made him underestimate the time-consuming and labor-intensive time-consuming of high-grade clear soup.

After climbing the stairs, Jiang Weiming was still panting, he seemed really tired.

When Jiang Weiming and Jiang Xiaoran returned home, Jiang Yong and his wife had already returned, and there was an open lunch box on the dining table. It was obvious that they had brought food back from the canteen of their work unit.

"Dad, I just saw that there are two pots of water in the refrigerator that smell like soup, did you make them today?" Lin Juan was washing dishes in the kitchen, when she saw Jiang Weiming and Jiang Xiaoran came out and asked.

Jiang Weiming was still panting, so he found a nearby chair and sat down, and said, "That's the clear soup I made this afternoon, don't clean up the kitchen, I'll make chickpeas later, and I'll mess up the kitchen again. Gotta clean it up again."

"Chicken Douhua?" Jiang Yong heard the sound and came out of the room, holding a pen in his right hand.

"Dad, are you making chickpeas today?"

"I haven't made it yet. Everything is ready. I just finished the clear soup before dinner." Jiang Weiming said.

"Grandpa stayed in the kitchen all day today." Jiang Xiaoran added.

"Don't do it, that dish is so troublesome, it will only taste like a bowl, and it won't be worth it if you finish it in a few minutes." Jiang Yongdao, "You are going back to Beiping tomorrow, and you haven't finished packing this thing yet. Besides, it took several hours to go back to Beiping, so you should go to bed early and rest well today, and don’t waste that time making chickpeas.”

Jiang Yong obviously didn't support Jiang Weiming making chickpea pudding when he had to climb all the stairs to pant for a long time.

"I just thought I was leaving tomorrow, so I made clear soup to make chickpea flowers for you. I haven't cooked any good dishes for you for so long during the Chinese New Year. The clear soup is ready, and the next step is not so troublesome. It will be finished soon." Jiang Weiming still wanted to do it.

"It's not troublesome. It takes eight or nine hours to hang clear soup, and one or two hours at least for the rest. It will be 10 o'clock when it's finished." Jiang Xiaoran and Lin Juan don't know about chickpeas. The editor-in-chief couldn't understand it better, "You still have to pack your luggage, and it will probably be 12 o'clock after this busy work. Listen to me and don't do it, don't exhaust yourself by then."

When Lin Juan heard that Douhua was so troublesome, she quickly agreed: "Yes, Dad, don't do it."

Jiang Xiaoran stood at the door holding the flour and didn't dare to speak. Although he really wanted to eat it, he also felt that there was no need to spend so much effort and energy on making a dish, especially when Jiang Weiming was so old.

Seeing that his son and daughter-in-law blocked him, Jiang Wei was obviously a little disappointed, and said, "I originally thought about making some dumpling stuffing for you guys tonight."

Jiang Yong suddenly became a little anxious: "Dad, what are you doing all that time? Didn't the dumplings you made last time have some leftovers? Now there is still water in the water heater. You should take a shower first, and then let Xiaoran help Let's pack our luggage together and go to bed early today."

Lin Juan noticed something from Jiang Weiming's expression, and gave Jiang Yong a hard look, trying to give him a hint with her eyes, telling him to shut up quickly. But Jiang Yong didn't notice Lin Juan's eyes at all, and walked towards the bathroom to adjust the water heater after speaking.

Seeing that the hint was useless, Lin Juan could only raise her voice to make it clear.

"I think it's okay to make dumplings, Dad, why don't we make dumplings tonight!" Lin Juan said loudly.

Although Jiang Weiming didn't show it on the surface, Jiang Feng could tell that he should be very happy in his heart at this moment.

"Make...make dumplings?" Jiang Yong has not yet realized what kind of medicine is sold in Lin Juan's gourd.

"It just so happens that the dumplings at home are almost finished. I'll go knead the noodles first. Xiaoran, you help grandpa pack the luggage first. After packing up, Dad, come over and adjust the stuffing. Let's make dumplings in the living room tonight, watching TV while making dumplings." , the whole family together." Lin Juan said.

"Oh." After receiving the order, Jiang Xiaoran put the flour on the ground and went to help Jiang Weiming pack his luggage.

Jiang Weiming nodded and entered the room with Jiang Xiaoran.

"What kind of dumplings do you want to make? From now on, we will eat in the cafeteria instead of eating at home. Why make dumplings?" Jiang Yong asked.

Lin Juan couldn't help giving him a blank look: "It's a shame that you are still the editor-in-chief and deal with people every day, and you can't see it? Dad, why did he suddenly want to cook for us? He was leaving soon and was a bit reluctant but embarrassed to say It’s only after I came out that I wanted to cook the dish you just mentioned that would take eight or nine hours to hang the soup alone.”

"It's not tiring to make dumplings. We sit together and watch TV while chatting. It's a big deal to let Xiaoran get up early during this time, don't go downstairs to buy dumplings, and eat dumplings at home in the morning."

"I don't think I'm wasting my time and I'm afraid he'll be tired." Jiang Yong argued.

Lin Juan shook her head helplessly, and went to get the flour that Jiang Xiaoran put on the ground just now: "Forget it, I don't know yet? You haven't changed your problem for so many years. It's okay to have outsiders around. If it's just family members, you and Dad The tone of the speech became very aggressive."

"How many years have passed, and you are still like this."

"Did I be aggressive just now?"

"Do you want me to record it for you with my mobile phone next time I have a chance and you can listen to it yourself? Dad is actually nothing. Since I married you, he has never asked us for a penny for his own reasons. During the New Year and holidays They all cooked the meal at home and waited for us to go back. It was too biased a few years ago, mainly because your eldest brother and Jiang Zhe were too bastards, so you should correct this problem." Lin Juan put the flour on the table to find The basin is ready to knead the dough.

"Oh." Jiang Yong was a little reluctant.

"By the way, what about the two pots of soup in the refrigerator? Didn't you just say that the two pots of soup would take eight or nine hours?" Lin Juan asked.

"Let's see what Dad means." Jiang Yong went back to the room.