Jiang Jian was already drinking the soup beautifully, and said to Jiang Weiming while drinking: "Master, Xiaofeng's skills are really getting better and better now, I really haven't learned in vain in the past few months, and the soup stock that has been hung out is about to catch up with your level." ”

Jiang Weiming came back to his senses, did not answer Jiang Jian's words immediately, and looked at Jiang Weiguo.

Jiang Weiguo had already taken a few sips of broth, he didn't pay much attention to it at first, until he tasted the taste, his expression began to become solemn, he took a sip and moved the bowl away to look at the bowl, and then took another sip and moved the bowl away to look at Jiang Feng.

From their expressions, it was not difficult for Jiang Weiming to see that the soup brought by Jiang Feng was really outstanding.

But why does he seem to be able to taste this excellence too?

Jiang Weiming didn't dare to take a second sip.

"Master, Master. Jiang Jian had already finished drinking a small bowl in his bowl and called Jiang Weiming softly.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Jiang Weiming woke up like a dream.

"Don't you want to drink it, don't you want to help you keep this stock away with me. Jiang Jian thought that Jiang Weiming was a little sentimental because he couldn't taste the taste, and asked cautiously.

Jiang Weiming shook his head lightly: "No." ”

Took a second sip.

It's really the taste of dashi!

Jiang Weiming didn't even have time to taste the soup hanging, and the whole person was completely immersed in the shock that he actually tasted the taste from the soup in front of him.

It is the umami of chicken broth, the saltiness of ham, and the taste of top-quality dashi that has been carefully cooked by the chef after the ingredients are in just the right ratio.

He actually drank the flavor of the broth.

After a long absence, the tongue can taste the taste of food, and the mouth has the feeling of food.

Jiang Weiming took small sips, for fear that it would be an illusion to drink a small bowl of soup, and after drinking, he smashed his mouth unsatisfied, as if he was reminiscing, and as if he was afraid that the taste would run away from his mouth.

Jiang Weiming no longer cares about what the people around him say, he doesn't care about Jiang Weiguo's attitude towards Jiang Feng's soup, or even the soup itself, he only cares about the residual taste in his mouth.

Every little bit that runs away is a pity.

Jiang Weiming stood quietly in place like this, until the last remaining freshness of the broth in his mouth dissipated, and then he looked at the others as if he was in a different world.

Jiang Jian was looking at him extremely carefully, for fear of disturbing him.

"Hygiene. Jiang Weiming suddenly had a very wonderful, wonderful thought that can only be produced in a dream, "Bring me the sauce you just made." ”

Jiang Jian hurriedly handed Jiang Weiming the sauce that he had put too much garlic in and had not yet been prepared.

Jiang Weiming dipped his chopsticks in a little and tasted it.

No taste.

Jiang Weiming sighed.

Sure enough, it was just an illusion.

It may be that the broth smells so delicious that it gives him the illusion that he tastes it.

Now that I think about it, the taste is somewhat similar to the soup stock that I used to hang, and it may just be an illusion brought to him by memory.

"Master, do you want to drink some more?" Jiang Jian asked.

"No need. Jiang Weiming waved his hand, "Give it to others to taste, let everyone taste Xiao Feng's craftsmanship." ”

Jiang Weiguo made the same decision as Jiang Weiming, asking Jiang Jiankang to distribute the rest of the broth to others, while he stood silently in the corner, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and looked at the ground with his head slightly lowered, which made people unable to understand.

If Grandma Jiang was here, she would definitely be able to understand what was wrong with Jiang Weiguo.

He was autistic.

At the beginning, Jiang Weiguo wanted a daughter after having four sons, but the fifth was also a son, and he was like this when he saw the crumpled Jiang Jianye.

Although the old man didn't want to admit it, his little grandson's cooking skills seemed to be higher than his own.

He didn't think he could hang this level of dashi.

He Jiang Weiguo has nothing in his life, he just has self-knowledge, give up when he should give up, and accept his fate when he should accept his fate. originally thought that the family heirloom was going to be cut off from him, and he recognized it back then, but he didn't expect his grandson to suddenly turn back, no, it can't be regarded as a prodigal son, it should be back on the right path.

No, it's not a return to the right path, it's like learning optoelectronics is an illegal thing.

In short, no matter what it is, Jiang Weiguo is a little self-contained now.

Although he had always hoped that his children and grandchildren would one day surpass him and truly inherit the Jiang family's craftsmanship to complete what he had not been able to accomplish back then, it seemed that this day was really coming, and it was not in the way he imagined, which made him really a little unacceptable for a while.

His grandson, who has worked hard to educate his grandson for nearly ten years, is not as effective as Peng Changping's education for three months, and Jiang Weiguo is really a little autistic now.

He was only suspicious before, but now he is a little sure that it is really because of his poor education level that these children and grandchildren have been delayed, if his education level is higher, maybe these sons have already left the school, and now Taifeng Lou will not ......

"Dad, Xiao Feng's soup stock is really good, I feel like I'm about to catch up with you, thanks to your good teaching over the years!" Jiang Jiankang saw that no one was rushing to shoot his father's rainbow fart at this time, so he hurriedly rushed to be the first person.

Jiang Weiguo: ......

He retracted what he had just said, and the third son should not be his problem.

"It's none of my business that Xiaofeng soup stock hangs well, and I didn't teach it. The old man said angrily, after thinking about it, he was still angry, but he gave his third son a slap of love on the back of the tiger without much strength, "What are you still doing in a daze, when are you still lazy for me, and after drinking the soup, go to work." ”

"Xiaofeng's cooking skills are so good now, you are still lazy every day, look at Xiaofeng, are you ashamed? I have really taught you to teach the dog's belly over the years, even if I taught Dahua cooking skills back then, I may be better than you now, I don't want to work quickly, and I don't know how to reflect on myself, such a big person is not as good as a child." The old man reprimanded.

Jiang Jiankang: QAQ

I'm obviously here to blow a rainbow fart, what the hell is wrong?

Jiang Feng, who witnessed the whole passing: ......

His dad is really ......

You deserve to be scolded!

Is it time to blow grandpa's rainbow skin, grandpa's rainbow fart can be blown at any time, and now he made a pot of S-grade broth, shouldn't he come to blow his rainbow fart?

Why has he been standing in the center of the kitchen for so long, in such a conspicuous position, and no one has come to blow his rainbow fart!

If others don't come, why didn't Xia Xia come, at this time, she ran over and said, "Master, you are so amazing, you can actually make such a delicious broth!" shouldn't it be a basic operation?

Jiang Feng had a thousand words to say, but he couldn't.

Hey, he misses his aunt so much.

No wonder grandpa admires the eldest aunt the most, at this critical moment, it is necessary for a person of insight like the eldest aunt to stand up and take the lead in blowing the correct rainbow fart.

No one blows rainbow farts, so Jiang Feng can only do business.

The old man didn't dare to provoke him, although he didn't know why, but from the words of the old man scolding Jiang Jiankang just now, Jiang Feng could at least see that the old man was not in a very good mood at this time, and Jiang Feng was not bold enough to dare to touch the tiger's whiskers at this time.

Jiang Feng walked towards Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming had been very calm since he drank the broth, except for being stunned for a while, there was nothing abnormal, Jiang Feng couldn't tell if he had tasted it or not.

The buff of soup stock can slightly improve the sensitivity of the diner's tongue within six hours after eating, Jiang Feng is well versed in the doorway of buff in game dishes, this six hours after eating may not refer to six hours, it may be a period of six hours. Just like the buff of Li Hongzhang's chowder, it will make people feel extremely eager to cry within 20 minutes after eating, but diners generally don't cry for 20 minutes, and they usually stop crying for a few minutes and don't want to cry, and there are still very few people who cry for so long like Jiang Feng did last time.

If Jiang Feng remembered correctly, he should have cried for more than twenty minutes that time, and when he stopped crying, his voice was hoarse.

Buffs vary from person to person, and the same buff has different effects on different people. Jiang Feng had long suspected it from when he was studying the soup stock buff, and the effective time and improvement of this buff were likely to vary from person to person, and everyone was different.

For example, he didn't feel anything after drinking.

Small amplitude is a very broad word, 0.1% is a small amplitude 9% is also a small amplitude, Jiang Feng can't be sure if the soup stock buff can make Jiang Weiming recover his sense of taste, even if he recovers temporarily, he can't be sure how long it will last. He asked Jiang Weiming to taste the broth today just to try it, if the broth can make Jiang Weiming temporarily restore his sense of taste, then the chicken bean flower will definitely make him recover his sense of taste.

He hasn't started practicing making chicken bean curd yet, and the soup stock makes S-grade, and the clear soup is similar to the stock, and he should be able to make S-grade after two days of assault.

Chicken bean curd is difficult to hang the soup for a long time, and the clear soup is done, and with Jiang Feng's current cooking skills, the chicken bean curd will be a matter of course.

Jiang Feng's original plan was to make S-grade broth and make S-grade chicken bean curd within a week to help Jiang Weiming recover his sense of taste.

"Third Grandpa, what do you think of the soup stock I just had?" Jiang Feng asked tentatively.

"Stock? Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"What do you think......" Jiang Feng wanted to ask in more detail, but Jiang Jian quietly tugged his sleeve and signaled him to stop talking.

"Xiao Feng, how about you come and help me taste my sauce. Jiang Jian said, looking at Jiang Weiming, "Master, can you help me find out where the dried chili peppers are." ”

"Dried chili peppers are not here for you?" Jiang Weiming didn't notice that Jiang Jian's little expression was deviated by him, "After so many years, I still lost everything, didn't I just ask you to take the dried chili, you wait for me to find you a bag elsewhere." ”

When Jiang Weiming walked away, Jiang Jian hurriedly said, "Xiaofeng, don't ask Master about this." ”

Jiang Feng: ?

"Master can't taste it, it's not that you don't know, just now Master has been in a daze when he drank it, I guess I'm a little sad, I didn't dare to mention it, just make this kind of dish and talk to Master about it, don't let him taste it, lest he be sad again." Jiang Jian was a little lost.

Jiang Feng: ?

Sad?

Probably not.

"Uncle Jiang, don't worry. Jiang Feng said with a smile, "Next time I invite the third grandfather to taste the dish, it will be chicken bean curd." ”

Ginger Health: ?