Jiang Feng had been waiting for the prompt sound of the task being completed since he left Han Guishan's house.

Jiang Feng got on the subway.

Jiang Feng transferred to Line 4.

Jiang Feng returned to the healthy stir-fry restaurant.

Jiang Feng returned to the dormitory.

The next day.

Jiang Feng went to the Healthy Stir-fry Restaurant.

It's six o'clock in the afternoon.

Jiang Feng waited for the game prompt tone that never came.

Jiang Feng: ???

Han Guishan didn't eat?

Jiang Feng came to No. 21, Area A, Tianfu Garden, with a full stomach full of questions, and rang the doorbell.

Han Guishan was waiting for Jiang Feng at home, and he still looked very enthusiastic, and his attitude was no different from yesterday's and he did not show any dissatisfaction. When Jiang Feng was making it, he also watched silently by the side as he did yesterday.

"Mr. Han, are your employees still satisfied with yesterday's pickled vegetable dumplings?" Jiang Feng finally couldn't help but ask.

"Satisfied, of course satisfied, Xiao Jiang, your craftsmanship must not have been said. Han Guishan replied that he secretly ate the remaining pickled vegetable dumplings in the office today, because he was afraid that other executives would see that he ate them without putting them in the microwave oven to heat and cool, and the taste is still in his mouth.

Jiang Feng felt that there was no need for Han Guishan to lie.

He spent this sky-high price to ask himself to make pickled vegetable dumplings, and there is no need to lie to himself and insist that he is not satisfied.

What went wrong?

Jiang Feng really didn't understand, his pickled vegetable dumplings should be considered quite good, how could Han Guishan say that it was good but not satisfied in his heart?

Jiang Feng kneaded his dough while recalling the details of the task.

Li Hua's pickled vegetable dumplings were taught to her by her mother, Li Sanya, and she only needs to restore them according to the recipe.

Follow the recipe......

Jiang Feng's action of kneading the dough was a little unbelievable......

This Boss Han, the taste won't be so heavy, right?

If it is completely according to the recipe, it is inferior pickles + coarse cornmeal + rice bran, and this string of death can directly eat the precious stomach of modern people into the hospital!

The pickles in the recipe video tutorial are dry and low-quality pickles that have been stored for a long time and linger on the edges of long hairs, without a little moisture. Cornmeal is a fighter in the whole grain without any fine drying, even with corn cobs ground and large particles. Rice bran is mashed and boiled with the husk of the rice skin, although it is called rice bran, but there is not a grain of rice. Using this raw material to make pickled vegetable dumplings is really bittersweet and sweet.

Bitter into the depths of the soul.

Jiang Feng's noodles were not kneaded, and he directly opened the cabinet to find pickles.

Because he brought his own pickles, Jiang Feng didn't even look at the pickles prepared by Han Guishan yesterday.

Fortunately, two cans of pickles in more than a dozen cans are in poor condition, and I don't know how long they have been placed, and they are the same as those in the video teaching.

"Xiao Jiang, what's wrong?" Han Guishan asked when he saw Jiang Feng's expression change abruptly.

"Something missing, Mr. Han, may I ask if you have rice bran at home. The kind of rice husk and rice husk are ground directly, and there is nothing else. Jiang Feng asked.

Nowadays, people pay attention to health and eat everything, and they want to buy rice bran that is sold on the market, but the market is made of fruit peel, seed coat, outer endosperm, aleurone layer and embryo, which is completely different from the rice bran that people ate when they were poor and had no food.

"Well, I'll ask my assistant to buy it, and it will be delivered tomorrow. Han Guishan said, and left the kitchen to make a phone call.

Within two minutes, Han Guishan came back, his face full of emotion.

"I didn't expect Xiao Jiang, you still know this kind of rice bran, I ate that kind of rice when I was a child, when I ate it, my aunt boiled it finely, Fei Chai, but it is better than cornmeal, that thing cuts the throat, cornmeal cuts the throat no matter how it is cooked. Rice bran is different, if you can drink a bowl of rice porridge when you are a child, you can show off for a few months, and white rice is even more unthinkable. Han Guishan's face was full of memories of the past eventful years.

Jiang Feng: ......

You talk about cutting your throat with coarse grains, but your body is very honest about eating the original version of cutting your throat.

Without rice bran, it was too late to recover 100%, not to mention that Jiang Feng had been kneading the dough for a long time. The pickles made by Comrade Wang Xiulian were abandoned, and inferior pickles lacking moisture were used, and the taste of the pickled vegetable dumplings was much worse than yesterday's.

Because of the delay, it was already close to eight o'clock when Jiang Feng left.

Han Guishan asked Steward Wang to call Han Youxin to come down for dinner.

"Madame hasn't come back yet?" asked Han Guishan.

"Madame said she ate outside and came back after soaking in the hot springs. Steward Wang replied.

"How can you eat coarse grains to maintain your health in hot springs, and make fools all day long. Han Guishan muttered quietly, he didn't dare to say that in front of Wang Jing, and stuffed Han Youxin with a pickled vegetable dumpling.

Han Youxin cried yesterday, and when he saw that this morning's breakfast was still pickled vegetable dumplings, he also recognized that his father was determined to ask him to lose weight with dough, and resigned himself to the pickled vegetable dumplings and took a hard bite.

Even though he had already done his best mental construction, Han Youxin's tears fell uncontrollably at the moment of entrance: "It's even worse than yesterday's, wow!"

Thinking that he would have to eat this in the future, and it would become more and more unpalatable day by day, Han Youxin couldn't help crying.

Seeing that he was crying so sincerely, Han Guishan thought that Jiang Feng had made the pickled vegetable dumplings unpalatable today, so he hurriedly took one and stuffed it in his mouth.

Take a bite.

This taste......

Han Guishan remembered that A-Niang's pickles were always very salty and dry, because at that time, pickles were a precious thing, and salt was also expensive, so they had to be hidden at ordinary times, and they would only be taken out for everyone to eat during the New Year's holidays.

"You little rabbit is talking nonsense, where is it unpalatable, it is obviously even better than yesterday's. Han Guishan reprimanded, "Don't cheat, last time Dr. Chen said, you have to eat more coarse grains if you are overnourished, eat quickly, don't go up and steal snacks, I confiscated the snacks under your bed today." ”

Han Youxin cried even louder when he learned that the snacks he had stolen under the bed had been confiscated.

Han Guishan blocked Han Youxin's crying and sent a WeChat message to Wang Jing, who was soaking in the hot springs.

"Do you want me to leave you a pickled vegetable dumpling for supper?"

"No, you'll get fat (smile). Wang Jing replied in seconds.

"How can coarse grains make you fat, hey, woman. Han Guishan muttered.

On the other side, the sister who was bathing in the hot spring with Wang Jing joked to her: "Your old Han urged you to go back, and I will send you WeChat at just eight o'clock." ”

He asked if he wanted to leave me food. With a fake smile on her face, Wang Jing dialed Assistant Chen's phone, "Hey, Xiao Chen, I saw it, the 14th tour in Europe is very good, that's it, I can leave tomorrow." ”

"Yo, you don't care about your precious son, you actually went out to play for fourteen days?" the plastic sisters were surprised.

"There's Lao Han here, he recently got off work early, and every night at home, I just went out to relax. Wang Jing said with a smile.