Jiang Feng suddenly remembered a dish.

Kung Pao Chicken.

Unlike most of the rabbits who grow flowers, the first dish they cook is often scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and the first dish Jiang Feng cooks is Kung Pao chicken.

When he was in his first year of junior high school.

As a difficult home-cooked dish, Jiang Feng was his own diner when he first cooked it, and he almost cried after tasting it.

That plate of Kung Pao Chicken was secretly poured out by Jiang Feng and never mentioned it.

At that time, the old man still did not allow him to touch the pot, but he had been practicing knife work for six or seven years at that time, and it was in the rebellious period. Jiang Jiankang's best dish is Kung Pao chicken, which is often ordered by diners of healthy snacks, although no one has taught Jiang Feng, but he has learned a little bit by watching Jiang Jiankang cook every day.

The young and frivolous and a little bit of the second junior high school version Jiang Feng felt that it was just a mere kung pao chicken at that time, and his talent was not easy to come by, and then the reality gave him a resounding slap in the face and asked him to chop vegetables honestly.

People are always difficult to let go of the first dish they make, even if Jiang Feng never mentions it, no one knows, but in the three years of high school when he gave up cooking, every time he met Jiang Jiankang in the back kitchen to cook Kung Pao chicken, he would subconsciously look at it and observe.

Jiang Feng thought about it carefully, as if he didn't know anything except for the first time, and after cooking a plate of kung pao chicken, he had never made this dish again.

Not only because Jiang Jiankang was not able to fry Kung Pao Chicken before it was his turn, but also because the Kung Pao Chicken he cooked himself was the most unpalatable dish he had eaten before he went to college.

The smell was really impressive and unforgettable.

It was also after going to A University that Jiang Feng knew what it meant to have someone outside the world, and there was a sky outside the sky, as long as the canteen master wanted to, he could easily burn a hundred times more unpalatable than his kung pao chicken.

"Grandpa, is the chicken stewed?" Jiang Feng raised his head suddenly, if this chicken is out of the pot, there will only be no chicken in the palace guard.

"Not yet, isn't it in a pot? I'll stew when these two dishes are ready." The old man said, he was guarding the pig's trotters and didn't have time to deal with the rest of the chicken.

It's dangerous, otherwise grandma will have to sacrifice another chicken.

There is also a gas stove in the kitchen, but fortunately there is also this gas stove, and it is really difficult for Jiang Feng to grasp the heat with an earthen stove.

Jiang Feng cut off two taels of chicken breast, cut them into cubes, wrapped them in egg liquid, sprinkled with a little pepper, an appropriate amount of cooking wine and starch, massaged the chicken to wrap them evenly, and put them in a bowl to marinate.

Jiang Feng was still a little empty in his heart when he was adding, there were two main reasons for the incomparably failed he did back then: one was the heat, and the other was the indiscriminate addition when adding.

I didn't count it in my heart, and I didn't have it in my hand. The dishes can be described as sweet, sour, spicy, salty and tasteless, but not for people to eat.

After more than ten minutes, Jiang Feng felt that the chicken breast was almost there.

Heat the pan and pour the oil. When white smoke began to rise in the pot, Jiang Feng poured the chicken breast into it at the right time, stir-fried it over high heat, and took it out as soon as it was cooked.

Re-heat the oil and add the condiments to the stir-fry. Jiang Jiankang's Kung Pao Chicken is sweet, and what Jiang Feng learned from him is naturally sweet, for fear of adding too much sugar to bad dishes, Jiang Feng is timid when he adds ingredients.

Stir-fry for two minutes, pour in the diced chicken, add cooking wine, dark soy sauce, light soy sauce and salt, and stir-fry over the same high heat until the chicken is evenly colored and fragrant, and then put on a plate and serve.

【A plate of nondescript kung pao chicken】

Nondescript?

Jiang Feng tasted the chopsticks, which was indeed a bit nondescript.

Because I am a little timid when I cut the material, I make it sweet and salty, and it is not unpalatable but not unpalatable, and it is the normal level of the school canteen.

The old man's Fengjing Dinghu also reached a critical moment, and he asked Jiang Jiankang to add firewood to the stove and burn the fire even bigger, so that the marinade could thicken and tightly wrap the pig's trotters into the flavor.

Almost at the same time as the pig's trotters came out of the pot, the fish balls were almost ready.

If it is an ordinary family meal, the old man will not set the plate. Put it on the plate, drizzle the broth, and eat it the same whether it is placed on the plate or not, and the old man never spends more effort with his children and grandchildren.

But today is different, today's dishes are not made for Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Feng, who are not angry, but specially cooked for Jiang Weiming!

Jiangjia cuisine, the presentation is also very particular.

The good-looking plating can make people look at it from a distance, and they have an appetite before they ask about the taste, who calls humans visual animals?

No matter what it is, even if it's a dish, there are advantages to being good-looking.

You don't see the fried yam in blueberry juice in the canteen of A University, in fact, the taste is not as bad as the classmates scolded, compared to other dark dishes in A University, it is already good, just because it looks dark, everyone scolds the dark cuisine every day.

The dish is ready, Jiang Jiandang and his family haven't come yet, Jiang Jiankang reminded Jiang Weiguo with a cheeky smile: "Dad, the second brother said in the WeChat group before that he and his second sister-in-law were on their way. ”

"What's the matter, I'm an old man, and I have to wait for my son to come before I can use chopsticks?" the old man glanced at Jiang Jiankang.

"How is it possible, what are you waiting for the second brother and second sister-in-law to do, Xiaofeng, go, go to dinner with me!" Jiang Jiankang immediately changed his words.

At the dinner table, everyone waited for Jiang Weiming to move his chopsticks first.

Fengjing's hooves had already been cut, Jiang Weiming stretched out his chopsticks and grabbed a small piece of meat, dipped it in a little sauce, and tasted it.

"The oil film of the marinade is not clean. ”

"It's not completely steamed, the juice isn't seeping in. ”

"You shouldn't add lilies. ”

Jiang Weiming took another fish ball and took a small bite: "The meat is not firm enough." ”

"You've made the same mistake again, and the timing is not right. ”

Jiang Weiming scooped a spoonful of tofu: "This is okay, but the ham you use is wrong." ”

I found a lot of faults.

"Just the third brother, you can taste these problems, these little cubs, one by one, they can't eat anything. Jiang Weiguo said helplessly, hating iron does not make steel.

Jiang Feng tasted a bite of Fengjing's Ding Hoof.

Delicious, nothing wrong.

Another bite of fish balls, it is also delicious and there is nothing wrong with it.

Eat another piece of tofu, it's so delicious, there is nothing wrong with it.

Finally, eat your own kung pao chicken, hey, you can find fault now!

"This kung pao chicken is made by Xiao Feng!" Jiang Weiming tasted the chicken with a smile and said, "Yes, Jiang Feng's knife skills are very good." ”

"The heat is OK, the seasoning is a bit lacking. ”

"Practice more. ”

Jiang Feng: ......

Well, the third grandfather double-marked is a bit serious.

But Jiang Feng has also really seen the cooking talent and skills of the Jiang family of the old man's generation, it stands to reason that Jiang Weiming's taste has seriously deteriorated at this age, but he can still pick out so many shortcomings of Jiang Weiming's dishes with just one bite, but Jiang Feng can't eat anything.

If you want him to evaluate these three dishes, that is, they are delicious, they are really delicious, and they are too delicious.

Words are so scarce that you want to cry.

If you want to be a top chef, you must first be able to eat. The reason why the old man has been angry with Jiang Jianguo for many years is because he is the most proficient among the brothers, and he has no talent but wants to be a tailor, and he first gives the old man hope and then disappoints the old man, which is indeed a bit of immortality.

Jiang Feng secretly glanced at his father.

Very good, I had a lot of fun eating Fengjing Dingho, and the two of them didn't have any problems eating.

In order to express his affirmation of the old man's hard work, Jiang Jiankang ate 6 bowls of rice Wang Xiulian ate 4 bowls of rice, if it weren't for Jiang Jiandang and his wife catching up with this meal, the tail of the tail divided the last bit of vegetables and soup, Jiang Feng felt that his parents could at least eat two more bowls.

The old man and Jiang Weiming went into the house to talk, and they didn't wait to see the second son who came all the way to eat.

The old man almost didn't want to see all the sons who didn't inherit the Jiang family's tradition of cooking, when the old man taught his son, he even planned the kitchen position for them, who knows, just one became a cook, and the remaining four all ran away.

You must know that Jiang Jiandang has stayed in Z City for the past few months, which is miserable!

The old man went to City A to teach Jiang Feng, even if he didn't treat the other sons very well, anyway, Jiang Feng's uncles were thick-skinned, and at dinner, he took the whole family with him, carrying the supplements, clothes, tea, and even vegetables bought in the vegetable market for the old man.

And the old man is a typical upright mouth, saying that he doesn't want to see his sons, every time he cooks more than eight dishes, the rice is cooked in a bucket, where it looks like he didn't prepare a meal.

Only Jiang Jiandang and his family really didn't eat a bite of food except for the summer vacation.

As soon as the old man returned, the couple ran to the countryside diligently, and then they were driven back that day, and they did not get a meal.

Jiang Weiming was in the house, and saw Jiang Jiankang and his wife chatting with Jiang Jiandang outside the house from the window, and couldn't help laughing: "You two sons have a really good relationship." ”

"The relationship between the two of them is average, the second and the eldest have the best relationship, the third and the fifth have a good relationship, and the fourth has a good relationship with anyone. "Jiang Weiguo knows his son very well.

"It's already good. Jiang Weiming sighed, thinking of his two sons, "It's much stronger than the two things in my family that are not angry." ”

Brother is against the wall, he has no way to discipline him.

"Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read!" Jiang Weiming sighed.