Jiang Weiming dealt with the chicken soup alone for most of the day.

During the whole process of making the clear soup, Jiang Xiaoran had breakfast, lunch, played with his mobile phone, and wrote a program for a while, solved some original bugs, and added some new bugs.

Jiang Feng watched with his own eyes as the two pots of orange chicken soup gradually became clear and translucent in Jiang Weiming's hands, the impurities disappeared, the color faded, and finally turned into two pots of chicken soup that looked like clear water and exuded an attractive and fresh fragrance.

Fantastic.

It wasn't until near dinner that the consommé was made, and it was the most difficult part of the whole dish to make, and it was also the part that best reflected the chef's cooking skills. After making the two pots of clear soup, Jiang Weiming did not immediately make the minced chicken, but put the two pots of clear soup separately and put them in the refrigerator and began to cook dinner.

Jiang Weiming's whole person seemed to be fixed in the kitchen, and he was busy turning around between the stoves all day.

Jiang Xiaoran came out of the room after correcting the bug and wanted to go to the refrigerator to touch something to eat, and when he entered the kitchen, he saw that the sleeves and aprons on Jiang Weiming's clothes were undoubtedly different from those at noon, so he realized that he was busy in the kitchen all afternoon.

"Grandpa, you won't be cooking that chicken soup all afternoon, will you?" Jiang Xiaoran asked.

"Clear soup is more expensive, and when you make it, you need someone to watch at it, and you can't do without people. Jiang Weiming explained.

Jiang Xiaoran took a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator: "We don't have to make it so fine at home, just be delicious." Originally, when my mother stewed chicken, she used to beat the chicken and put it in the saucepan, so that I could press the saucepan to keep warm before going to bed. You don't have to be on the side next time you stew chicken, just go to the living room and sit and watch TV, if you're afraid of losing the time, just tell me, I'll set an alarm clock. ”

Jiang Xiaoran didn't know what it was because he had never eaten chicken bean curd, and thought it was chicken stewed bean curd similar to stewed chicken.

"I'm making a clear soup instead of chicken soup, it's different. Jiang Weiming didn't explain too much, anyway, Jiang Xiaoran would understand when he saw the real thing.

After dinner, Jiang Weiming didn't make chicken bean curd for the first time, but went downstairs with Jiang Xiaoran for a walk, Jiang Feng could see from Jiang Xiaoran's sluggish expression that he shouldn't like to take a walk very much.

Walking with grandpa is the duty of every filial grandson.

Jiang Yong's house is not a big old residential area, Jiang Weiming's walk is to walk around the residential area twice, and when he was about to go back, he also went to the small supermarket near the community to buy two bags of flour.

"Grandpa, don't make dumplings at night. You see it's almost 8 o'clock now, and you have to make that chicken bean curd when you go back, and if you make dumplings again, you will probably have to be busy until eleven or twelve o'clock. Jiang Xiaoran carried the flour and persuaded.

"Then I won't wrap it, I'll mix some stuffing for you and put it in the refrigerator, and let your mother make dumplings for you when your mother is free in two days." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

He didn't actually have to make dumplings, he just wanted to fill the refrigerator before leaving, leaving more traces of his stay at Jiang Yong's house.

However, after a busy day, Jiang Wei was really tired, and not making high-end consommé for too many years made him underestimate the time-consuming and laborious degree of high-grade consommé, which is why he didn't make chicken bean curd as soon as possible after making consommé.

After climbing the building, Jiang Weiming even breathed a little, it seemed that he was really tired.

When Jiang Weiming and Jiang Xiaoran returned home, Jiang Yong and his family had already returned, and there were open lunch boxes on the dining table, and it was obvious that the two of them had brought food back from the canteen of the unit.

"Dad, I just saw that there are two basins of water in the refrigerator that smell a little like soup, did you make it today?" Lin Juan was washing dishes in the kitchen, and when she saw Jiang Weiming and Jiang Xiaoran coming back, she came out and asked.

Jiang Weiming was still panting, so he found a chair nearby and sat down, and said, "That's the clear soup I hung this afternoon, don't clean up the kitchen first, I'll make chicken bean curd later, and I'll have to clean up again if I mess up the kitchen again." ”

"Chicken bean flower?" Jiang Yong walked out of the room when he heard the sound, still holding a pen in his right hand.

"Dad, did you make chicken bean flowers today?"

"I haven't done it yet, everything is ready, and I just finished hanging the clear soup before dinner. Jiang Weiming said.

"Grandpa stayed in the kitchen all day today. Jiang Xiaoran added.

"Don't do it, that dish is so troublesome, it will be a bowl to eat when the time comes, and it's not worth it to eat it in a few minutes. Jiang Yongdao, "You will go back to Beiping tomorrow, and this thing has not been packed yet." Besides, it's such a long drive back to Peking for many hours along the way, so you should go to bed early today and rest well, don't waste that effort to make chicken bean curd. ”

Jiang Yong obviously didn't support Jiang Weiming to make chicken bean curd when he had to pant for a long time when he climbed a building.

"I just thought I was leaving tomorrow, so I specially hung the clear soup to make chicken bean curd for you. I haven't made any good dishes for you for so long during the Chinese New Year, and the clear soup is ready, and the next steps are not so troublesome and can be completed soon. Jiang Weiming still wants to do it.

"It's not troublesome, it takes eight or nine hours to hang the clear soup, and the rest will take one or two hours, and it is estimated that it will be 10 o'clock when it is finished. Jiang Xiaoran and Lin Juan didn't know about chicken bean curd, and Jiang Yong, as the editor-in-chief of the food magazine, couldn't know better, "You still have to pack your luggage, and it's estimated that you will get 12 o'clock after this busy time." Don't do it, don't burn yourself out when the time comes. ”

When Lin Juan heard that this bean curd was so troublesome, she hurriedly echoed: "Yes, Dad, don't do it." ”

Jiang Xiaoran stood at the door holding the flour and didn't dare to speak, although he really wanted to eat, but he also felt that there was really no need to spend so much effort and energy to cook a dish, especially when Jiang Weiming was so old.

Seeing that his son and daughter-in-law were blocked, Jiang Wei was obviously a little disappointed, and said, "I originally thought of making you some dumplings with dumplings tonight." ”

Jiang Yong suddenly became a little anxious: "Dad, what are you doing with that effort? Isn't there still a little left of the dumplings you made last time, and now there is still water in the water heater, you go to take a shower first, and then let Xiaoran help pack your luggage together, and go to bed early today." ”

Lin Juan saw Jiang Weiming's expression and sensed something, glared at Jiang Yong fiercely, wanting to give him a hint with his eyes, and signaled him to shut up quickly. But Jiang Yong didn't notice Lin Juan's eyes at all, and after speaking, he walked towards the bathroom to adjust the water heater.

Seeing that the hint was useless, Lin Juan could only raise her voice to make it clear.

"I think it's okay to make dumplings, Dad, why don't we make dumplings tonight!" Lin Juan said loudly.

Although Jiang Weiming didn't show it on his face, Jiang Feng could see that he should be very happy in his heart at this time.

"Package... Making dumplings?" Jiang Yong hadn't yet reacted to what kind of medicine was being sold in Lin Juan's gourd.

"It just so happens that the dumplings at home are almost finished, I'll go knead the noodles first, and Xiao Ran, you help grandpa pack your luggage first. After packing up your things, Dad, you come over to adjust the stuffing, tonight we will make dumplings in the living room, while watching TV, the whole family together. Lin Juan said.

"Oh. Jiang Xiaoran, who received the order, put the flour on the ground and went to help Jiang Weiming pack his luggage.

Jiang Weiming nodded and entered the room with Jiang Xiaoran.

"What kind of dumplings are you wrapping here, in the future, we will all eat in the canteen and not eat at home, what are you doing making dumplings?" Jiang Yong asked.

Lin Juan couldn't help but glance at him: "You are still the editor-in-chief who deals with people every day, you can't see this?" Dad, why did he suddenly want to cook a big dish for us, he was a little reluctant to leave but was embarrassed to say it, so he wanted to make the dish you just said that just hanging soup will hang for eight or nine hours. ”

"I didn't get tired of making dumplings, and everyone sat together and chatted while watching TV. It's a big deal, let Xiao Ran get up early during this time, don't go downstairs to buy buns, and eat dumplings at home in the morning. ”

"I don't think I'm afraid he'll be tired. Jiang Yong argued.

Lin Juan shook her head helplessly, and went to get the flour that Jiang Xiaoran put on the ground just now: "Forget it, I don't know yet? You haven't changed this problem for so many years, it's okay to have outsiders, if it's only the family members, you and your dad will become very impulsive." ”

"It's been so many years, and you're still like this. ”

"Was my tone impulsive?"

"Do you want to take my mobile phone and record it for you next time I have a chance, and you can listen to it yourself? Dad, this person is actually nothing, since I married you, he has not asked us for a penny for his own reasons, and he has cooked at home for the New Year's holidays and waited for us to go back. It's just that I was too partial a few years ago, mainly because your eldest brother and Jiang Zhe were too bastard, so you should change this problem. Lin Juan put the flour on the table, went to the basin, and began to prepare to knead the dough.

"Oh. Jiang Yong was a little reluctant.

"By the way, what about those two pots of soup in the refrigerator? Didn't you just say that those two pots of soup would take eight or nine hours?" Lin Juan asked.

"Look at what Dad means. Jiang Yong went back to his room.