Life is a Game

Jiang Feng went straight to Li's house, asked Chen Suhua to borrow a chicken, and rushed back. From the moment he stepped into Li's house to when Chen Suhua realized it and caught him a big, fat hen to the time he left, it took no more than 5 minutes. .

He completely fooled Chen Suhua this time and again, causing Chen Suhua to walk slowly to the study to find Professor Li before he could say:

"Lao Li, I think what Lao Zhao said is right. Xiao Feng seems to have provoked something unclean. Why don't we find a way to ask someone to give him a mere evil?"

Professor Li was originally reading the email sent to him by the doctoral student he brought. Hearing what Chen Shuhua said, he couldn't help but shook his head: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why are you calling Xiaofeng a bewitched child?"

Chen Suhua saw that Professor Li was totally ignorant of this matter, so she hurriedly told him what Grandma Jiang had told him during this period.

The more Professor Li listened, his face became more solemn, and he didn't say a word, as if he remembered something.

"I remember that tomorrow is Xiaofeng's birthday." Professor Li said.

"Yes, Xiaofeng and the others seem to be going to climb the Great Wall tomorrow, and they will make something crazy at night." Chen Suhua said.

"Then let's go too."

"Go to that brat?" Chen Suhua asked.

Professor Li shook his head: "Let's climb the Great Wall."

Chen Suhua:?

Chen Suhua looked at Professor Li from beginning to end suspiciously, and felt that his old arms and legs did not look like someone who could climb the Great Wall.

You just got out of illness last year, and now you are climbing the Great Wall alive and well, isn’t it too good to post a Moments and be seen by the leaders?

"Let's take the cable car up." Professor Li got up, stretched his neck, and glanced out the window.

The spring is bright and the sun is just right.

Of course, Jiang Feng didn't know that his act of borrowing the chicken for the soup had such an accident. He carried the lively and strong old hen, which was looking for a chance to peck him from time to time. After returning to the kitchen, he threw the chicken into the corner , After instructing everyone not to move the chicken, I started to work hard.

It's just that his serious work tonight is a bit watery compared to the past. Jiang Feng spent the whole night reviewing in his mind how Jiang Weiming made clear soup in his memory.

It took more than 9 hours for Jiang Weiming's pot of clear soup to hang from morning to evening. Jiang Feng made a rough calculation. If he returned home after 10 o'clock in the evening according to the usual off-duty time, even if he cut corners and only hang around for 8 hours, the soup would have to wait until 6 o'clock in the morning the next day.

The soup was ready at 6 o'clock, breakfast was eaten at 7 o'clock, and the assembly climbed the Great Wall at 8 o'clock. No matter how you looked at it, the only ending was sudden death on the Great Wall.

The difference is nothing more than sudden death in the morning and sudden death in the afternoon.

The more Jiang Feng thought about it, the more frightened he became, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became. If he put his life in order to give his girlfriend a gift for the first anniversary of their relationship, then he might be the best boyfriend ever.

Forget it, who should this good boyfriend like?

After thinking for two minutes, Jiang Feng chose to leave the work to his father.

At 18:03 on April 15th, Jiang Feng thickened the last Eight Treasure Chestnut Pigeon, and made sure that all the buff dishes that had been ordered were finished.

As soon as the hen caught it, she yelled at her father.

"Dad, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do at home. I'm going back first. You can help me cook the rest of the dishes!" Before he could change it in time, he was afraid that Jiang Jiankang would react and catch him back.

It took half a minute for Jiang Jiankang to react: ...

His son's disease... is it cured or is it getting worse?

Others in the kitchen:? ? ?

It's over, it's over, the little boss is really crazy this time.

Jiang Feng was wearing work clothes and grabbed the chicken to the house. Without saying a word, he killed the plump hen with a knife.

There are three steps to prepare high-grade clear soup, one is boiling, two is sweeping and three is hanging. Cooking, as the name suggests, is to put the ingredients in a pot to cook, remove the blood and skim off the blood foam, so that the ingredients can be used to cook soup.

This step is very easy, basically as long as you cook meat soup, you will have this step.

Jiang Feng didn't see this step in his memory at the beginning. It was later through the video tutorial that he saw the whole process of cooking clear soup.

Bleed the whole hen, remove the head, claws and viscera, soak it in clean water to remove the remaining blood, and then blanch the water to remove the submergence. Even if the simplest step of removing impurities is completed, you can put the chicken nuggets in the pot and Stew with other ingredients.

After finishing the first step of cooking, it is known to be extremely difficult and energy-consuming to sweep.

Jiang Feng didn't scan the soup very much. It's true that Taifeng Building always stocked high soup, but it's just ordinary high soup. It only needs to be swept once or twice with red antler and white antler to remove most of the impurities. It's not the same as high-grade clear soup Heavy broth.

Not to mention the high-grade clear soup that is as clear as white water, even if it is an ordinary high-grade clear soup with a light yellow color that can be seen as soup, Taifeng Building can't find anyone other than Jiang Weiming to make it.

The old man might be able to do it, but Jiang Feng had never seen him do it.

The soup was cooking in the pot, and Jiang Feng was making red antler and white antler on the side. Pork and beef are made into red minced meat, and chicken breast is made into white minced meat. After the two kinds of minced meat are ready for soup, it is almost time to sweep the soup.

When sweeping the soup, the temperature of the chicken clear soup should not be too high. Let the clear soup cool down a little before turning on a low heat. Put the minced meat into the pot and stir slowly clockwise. As the clear soup in the pot slowly heats up, the minced meat will mature slowly, and finally condense into balls and float on the surface of the soup before taking it out.

Do not throw away the minced meat. Rinse it with clean water, wrap it in a cloth and flatten it for later use.

When Jiang Feng was looking for an opportunity to help the old man sweep the soup, he found this step difficult, mainly because it was difficult to control the heat.

The soup should be cooled before sweeping, but the soup should not be too cold, and there should be a little residual heat. When sweeping the soup, put the soup on the stove and cook it slowly to let it heat up slowly. How to control the heat at this time, and how to control the speed of slowly heating up? What is the most appropriate temperature to fully absorb the minced meat? Use, these are knowledge.

It just so happened that Jiang Feng basically didn't know much about these things.

Not only Jiang Feng didn't understand, but neither did Wu Minqi, nor did Jiang Jiankang. It can be said that more than 90% of the chefs in Taifeng Building do not understand it.

If you don't understand, you have to learn.

Chefs are made through practice, and they won't get worse the more they practice, the better they become. The first sweeping soup is not enough, the second sweeping soup is not good, even the 99th and 100th sweeping soup is not good, and the 1000th sweeping soup is not enough, as long as you don’t give up, there will always be a day when you can do it.

Of course, if it doesn't work after reaching 10,000 times, it may really not work.

Sometimes you have to give up and you have to give up. If the clear soup is not good, you can change it to something else. Maybe the clear soup is not talented and the broth is fine.

Jiang Feng felt that as a bad guy, he shouldn't be that miserable.

After several hours of intermittent cleaning, Jiang Feng clearly realized that his third grandfather might really be a fairy.

How did you sweep out the broth that was as clear as white water?

Is that really something humans can do?

He understands the truth. Sweeping the soup is actually using the coagulation of animal collagen to absorb impurities in the soup. In theory, as long as you sweep the soup enough times and do it carefully enough, you will be able to sweep out the soup as clear as white water.

But anyone who has taken an experimental class knows that every experiment has a theoretical value, but few people have the opportunity to see others with their own eyes or calculate the theoretical value by themselves.

Even if you use a pendulum to measure the acceleration of gravity, you can't measure 9.8.

Anyway, Jiang Feng kept sweeping until Wu Minqi came back, and the soup didn't seem to become clear at all.

"Fengfeng, are you cooking chicken soup?" Wu Minqi smelled the strong smell of chicken soup in the air as soon as she entered the house, and asked while taking off her shoes while standing in the hallway.

Jiang Feng didn't hear it, so he didn't respond.

Wu Minqi put down her bag and walked to the door of the kitchen. When she saw Jiang Feng was still wearing the staff uniform of Taifeng Building, carefully adjusting the fire, while using a colander to scoop out the minced meat on the surface of the soup, she instantly understood that Jiang Feng was sweeping the soup.

"Fengfeng, are you cooking broth?" Wu Minqi asked.

This time Jiang Feng heard it and nodded: "Almost, I want to see if I can make a high-grade clear soup."

Wu Minqi has eaten many dishes made with high-grade clear soup since she was a child, but when it comes to making high-grade clear soup, she has never tried it. After all, in her cognition, this top-notch clear soup is not something she can learn at this stage.

Wu Minqi knew that high-grade clear soup was time-consuming and labor-intensive, and she also knew that when making this delicate dish, she was most taboo to be disturbed by someone talking next to her, so she nodded and prepared to leave.

Before she stepped out of the kitchen door, Wu Minqi turned her head and warned again: "I have to get up early tomorrow morning to climb the Great Wall, Fengfeng, remember to go to bed early."

Wu Minqi glanced at the soup in the pot: "You can't force it to make high-grade clear soup. Back then, my dad learned from my grandfather for many years before starting to do it, and it took several years to make the first pot of finished product."

After Wu Minqi left, Jiang Feng realized that what Wu Minqi said just now was actually comforting him not to be sad even if he couldn't do it.

Jiang Feng:?

Does my pot of high-end consommé really look so un-high-end consommé?

Jiang Feng carefully looked at the broth in the pot.

It's quite different.