The people in the back kitchen have almost dispersed, since Jiang Feng said that everyone has a share of the chicken bean flower and wants the two old men to eat first, everyone has left the kitchen very interestingly to do their own things, just waiting for Jiang Feng to roar in the group and quickly return to their places to eat.

Jiang Feng was arranging the chicken bean curd.

In fact, chicken bean curd does not need to be plated, scoop some bean curd with some clear soup, and put it in a delicate porcelain bowl is the best plating. But after all, this is the first chicken bean curd Jiang Feng made, and the S-grade chicken bean curd made in one go is of great significance, of course, it needs to be put in a way that ordinary people can't afford to eat.

Although this grade of chicken bean curd itself is a food that ordinary people cannot afford to eat.

"No, no, I don't think so, you see, this bowl is so big, if you scoop such a big piece of bean curd and half of the bowl will be occupied, it won't hold much soup, it looks like the bean curd is overflowing, it's not good-looking." Ji Yue gestured on the porcelain bowl with her hand for a long time, feeling that Jiang Feng's idea was not good.

"I think Feng Feng's idea is very good, filling it with only a little soup at the edge is very in line with the appearance of bean curd, there is no need to deliberately scoop such a small piece, this is for my family to eat and not to take out and sell. Wu Minqi supported Jiang Feng's decision.

Orchid is right, if you use this style of bowl to serve chicken bean curd, you need to leave more space for the soup, and the soup should not be served too slowly, so it is better to leave three points. "Zhang Guang Channel.

Jiang Feng: ......

His hand holding the spoon was raised in the air for a long time, and it was not a scoop, nor was it a scoop.

"Then I'll change the bowl. Jiang Feng felt that it should be a problem with the bowl.

"Change to a bigger one. The three of them spoke in unison.

In the end, Jiang Feng changed to a bowl that was the same size as an ordinary person's dinner bowl, which looked mediocre and the price was also mediocre, and according to Zhang Guanghang's proposal just now, he left three points for two bowls of chicken bean curd.

Two bowls of unremarkable chicken bean curd are placed on the cooking technique, and a small spoon is placed on the side of each bowl, which constantly exudes the flavor of the top-notch clear soup in all directions.

"I found that this chicken bean curd looks more like bean curd in a bowl, no, it's just bean curd. Ji Yue, who had never eaten chicken bean curd, sighed uninformed.

"Not every chef makes chicken bean curd like this. Zhang Guanghang explained, thinking about it, "What I know is probably that Grandpa Jiang and Jiang Feng can do this." ”

"My grandfather can too. Wu Minqi added, "It's pretty much the same, but my grandfather's chicken bean curd is not as brilliant as boiling water cabbage, so he usually doesn't make chicken bean curd, and I've seen it two or three times, and it's all made by old diners." ”

Ji Yue nodded as if she didn't understand, staring at the chicken bean flower in the pot and drooling wildly.

Jiang Feng was a little nervous, turned his head and asked Wu Minqi: "Qiqi, you said that when my grandfather eats chicken bean curd, will he be in a better mood?"

Wu Minqi nodded: "Don't worry, Grandpa Jiang will definitely be in a better mood as long as he eats." ”

The old man is here.

His steps were very urgent, a little panting, he didn't sweat, and he slowed down as soon as he entered the back kitchen, but everyone could still see that he should be in a hurry when he came.

"Grandpa, you're here!" Jiang Feng hurriedly picked up a bowl of chicken bean curd and took the spoon and sent it to the old man, "Why are you here alone, what about the third grandfather?" ”

The old man didn't stretch out his hand, but carefully looked at the chicken bean curd in the bowl, his face was not obvious, but his heart was full of shock.

When Jiang Jian said that Jiang Feng had made it just now, his first reaction was that it was impossible, but he felt that Jiang Feng had this strength now, so he hurried back without saying a word. He tasted the clear soup that Jiang Feng hung out yesterday, and he also saw the chicken bean curd now, and he didn't need to taste the old man to know that this must be a perfect chicken bean curd.

The old man looked at Jiang Feng with a complicated expression.

He had never been so deeply and so strongly aware that his grandson had really become a teacher.

Blue is better than blue.

The third brother is right, although he is a little unwilling, he is proud.

The old man took the chicken bean curd and tasted it.

Clam up.

Jiang Feng: ?

Why doesn't Grandpa speak?

The old man didn't speak, and Jiang Feng didn't dare to ask, everyone just watched the old man eat quietly, one bite at a time, spoonful by spoonful, each spoonful was half a spoonful of chicken bean curd mixed with soup.

When the old man's bowl of chicken bean curd was almost finished, Jiang Weiming was late.

He didn't walk as fast as the old man, he asked Jiang Jian to go to the checkout and slowly walked back at the same speed as he used, and when he came in, he happened to see that the bowl of chicken bean curd in the old man's hand was about to bottom out.

"How is Xiao Feng doing?" Jiang Weiming asked.

Jiang Weiguo didn't answer, still keeping the action of eating just now.

"Third grandfather, come and try it too. Jiang Feng went to bring Jiang Weiming another bowl.

Jiang Weiming just wanted to say no, but randomly thought that this was the first time Jiang Feng had made chicken bean curd and it was so successful, and if he didn't eat it, he would inevitably seem to be faceless and not praised, so he nodded with a smile and took the chicken bean curd.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming.

Originally, he thought it was nothing, but when Jiang Weiming took the chicken bean curd, and his hand touched Jiang Weiming's hand, his heartbeat began to speed up.

Jumping fast.

The heart was in the chest, beating vigorously and at high speed, so fast that Jiang Feng instantly became nervous, and he couldn't help but hold his breath even when he looked at Jiang Weiming.

Because he knew what was about to happen.

For this day, he waited too long and paid too much, and he could not care about it before, but at this juncture, he began to be inexplicably nervous.

"It's done very well, it looks like it, and the timing of the bean curd is also very good. Jiang Weiming praised with a smile, and took the spoon and put it into the bowl.

Scoop a small spoonful of chicken bean curd.

Spoon away from the small bowl.

Send it to your mouth.

Jiang Feng felt that he was watching a movie full of slow motion, and there were no particularly exciting scenes, but it made him cry with excitement.

Jiang Weiming was stunned.

He has rarely had such a gaffe, too many encounters in his youth have taught him to restrain his emotions, and this convergence has become his instinct over time, even in the face of his eldest son who was disappointed in the front time, he has not lost his temper, but now he has lost his temper.

Jiang Weiming closed his eyes.

He was feeling the taste in his mouth.

This is the flavor of chicken bean curd.

How long has it been since you've tasted this?

Jiang Weiming didn't remember it himself, he didn't even remember when his sense of taste began to deteriorate.

It could be in your sixties or your seventies.

Anyway, he didn't know when it started, and he felt that the taste of the cooked food seemed to be a little weaker. Once he added more salt, and after being told a few words by his eldest son, he realized that it was not the food that was weakened, but his sense of taste had deteriorated.

Since then, he has never tasted the normal taste again.

But now, he's got a taste.

He tasted something he hadn't tasted in decades.

Truly delicious.

Jiang Weiming knows very well that this is not an illusion brought to him by memory, this is the taste of genuine chicken bean curd, the taste of chicken bean curd, not salty, not light, not bland, tasteless, it is the taste of chicken bean curd itself.

He tasted it.

Jiang Weiming suddenly realized that the taste of the soup last time might not be an illusion in his memory.

He seemed to be able to really taste it.

Not only can you taste it, but you can even taste it more than before.

What is this, a blessing in disguise?

Jiang Weiming held the chicken bean curd and stood in place in a daze.

"Third brother, third brother?" Jiang Weiguo wanted to say a word to Jiang Weiming after eating chicken bean curd, but found that Jiang Weiming was standing in place like a fool.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Jiang Weiming came back to his senses, and there was still the taste of chicken bean curd in his mouth.

"What do you think?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"I think it's good. Jiang Weiming smiled and nodded, "Very good." ”

Saying that, Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng and said softly: "Xiao Feng, I tasted it, it's very good, I'm very happy." ”

"I ...... Me too. Jiang Feng was so excited that he was almost speechless.

He didn't know what he was excited about, he knew the plot, but he still couldn't help but be excited, and even wanted to hug the confused old man next to Jiang Weiming and shouted that it was great.

"Master, what did you just say, what did you taste?" Jiang Jian didn't know when he had already arrived at the door of the back kitchen, probably just arrived, and happened to hear Jiang Weiming's words.

Jiang Weiguo, who didn't understand the deep meaning at all, didn't understand what they were excited about: ?

"I tasted it. Jiang Weiming turned his head and said very clearly and firmly, word by word, "I just tasted the taste of chicken bean curd, hygiene, you can adjust the sauce you made a few days ago, I'll taste it for you." ”

"Okay, okay!" Jiang Jian's brain was in a mess, but his feet reacted faster than his brain, and he trotted to the cooking table.

"I won't put so much garlic this time!"