Jiang Feng fell asleep with a deep resentment towards the game.

Early the next morning, Jiang Feng went downstairs to buy a few steamed buns at the steamed bun shop at the entrance of the community to settle breakfast, and happened to meet Chen Xiuxiu and Pan Ling who came back from shopping for vegetables on the road.

"Jiang Feng, come to eat with us today!" Pan Ling invited, "Xiuxiu and I watched a cooking video last night, and we just bought fresh mutton, and I'll stew mutton soup for you!"

Jiang Feng: ......

Should he tell them that cooking is not as simple as you think, and mutton soup is a dead dish.

Forget it, they're happy.

"Okay. Jiang Feng said.

Looking at the WeChat group in the morning, the fourth uncle's potato stew yesterday did not play well and there was still left, he bought three catties of beef today and came back to stew it, Jiang Feng felt that it was better for him not to rub the rice.

"Pan Pan, I think braised mutton is better. Chen Xiuxiu hesitated, "Will the mutton soup be too fat?"

"No, didn't yesterday's video tutorial teach how to stew mutton soup without stirring it? Don't worry, didn't the boss who sold mutton just now still say that this sheep is a grassland goat, and it is not fat. "Pan Ling is very confident.

"Come on, I'll go have breakfast first. Jiang Feng falsely encouraged.

Mutton soup is a good snack, but there are only a handful of people who can stew it completely, and it is a family heirloom skill that is not passed down, unless the mutton quality is particularly good, the old man has no way to make the stewed mutton soup completely unfat. Pan Ling watched a video tutorial and was so confident......

Forget it, the stewed mutton soup will teach him to be a man.

The buns at the entrance of the community have been spread out for nearly 20 years, and they live as long as this community, and the original boss is old and now his daughter has taken over. In fact, his daughter's craftsmanship is not as good as his, but everyone around her is used to eating their steamed buns in the morning, and their steamed buns are clean, which is not as acceptable as the original taste.

Now that the Chinese New Year is approaching, the prices of vegetables and meat are getting higher and higher day by day, and even the price of buns is also rising, just now Jiang Feng asked the boss, today is the last day to sell, and in the afternoon they have to pack up and go back to the countryside for the New Year.

Well, tomorrow's breakfast is gone.

After breakfast, Jiang Feng walked around the community a few times. There are not many people in the community, most of them have returned to the countryside for the New Year, and a small number of old people who do not go back here are now struggling to be on the front line of grabbing New Year's goods.

After wandering for more than an hour, Jiang Feng saw that the time was almost ten o'clock, so he went directly to Chen Xiuxiu's house without going home. These two people who hardly cook on weekdays must be in a hurry, maybe Chen Xiuxiu's kitchen is already in a mess now.

Sure enough, Chen Xiuxiu had just opened the door for Jiang Feng, and Jiang Feng smelled a suffocating smell before he could enter.

It was a familiar, local sheep, unique and strong smell.

Jiang Jiankang is not very good at making mutton dishes, and even Comrade Wang Xiulian is not very good at picking mutton, when Jiang Feng was still in elementary school, Comrade Wang Xiulian was fooled by selling mutton, and bought local sheep back as grassland sheep. The taste of the plate of braised mutton, Jiang Feng directly remembered it vividly, there was no other taste in the mouth, it was all smelly!

Pan Ling is a stewed mutton soup, which brings out all the flavor of mutton.

Rich and long, even if Chen Xiuxiu has opened all the windows in the house, she still refuses to disperse.

Chen Xiuxiu looked loveless, and hid on the balcony after opening the door, reluctant to get close to the kitchen, Jiang Feng was also very curious about how Pan Ling stewed the mutton soup to this realm, and went to the kitchen with bated breath to take a look.

The kitchen is already a mess, and the sand sculpture pictures on the Internet are as miserable as the sand sculpture Chen Xiuxiu's kitchen is, the bubbling mutton soup is still on the stove, the fire is on, the lid is covered, and the soup is constantly rushing out.

Pan Ling was still holding her mobile phone and wondering about the sheep soup teaching video.

"You can turn off the heat, your soup is all out. Jiang Feng kindly suggested.

"No, this soup is too fat, I haven't gotten rid of the smell yet, this step is right, why am I so thick when I cook it?"

The smell of the kitchen was so strong, it was like entering a sheepfold, Jiang Feng didn't know how Pan Ling endured it, maybe his own stewed filter had temporarily failed and his sense of smell was selectively ignored. But Jiang Feng couldn't bear it, this pot of mutton soup was wasted, so he stepped forward to turn off the fire.

"It's useless for you to add anything now, you are a local sheep, the smell is already strong, you may not be able to remove all the blood vessels, pour it." Jiang Feng said.

"Local sheep, okay, the boss lied to me again!" Pan Ling was furious, feeling that his sheep soup was not boiled well was all a problem of sheep.

Jiang Feng saw that there were still small pieces of leftover meat on the cutting board that had been cut off by Pan Ling, so he picked it up and looked at it, and swallowed.

"The mutton you bought is still filled with water, you didn't cut it well, there is no blood removal water, this soup ......" Jiang Feng sighed, the mutton soup in the pot was full of foam, "Let's pour the toilet, do you have any perfume to spray the toilet." ”

Pan Ling didn't give up, this pot of mutton soup was cooked by her after all, and with the idea that maybe it might just smell and drink it, she took a spoon and scooped a small spoonful to taste.

After a mouthful of mutton soup, Pan Ling's face turned green, and he silently took the mutton soup and poured it.

Chen Xiuxiu's kitchen was made by Pan Ling to be like a biological weapons laboratory, it was impossible to cook again, no matter what they did in it, the smell of mutton would stick, and the three of them could only move to Jiang Feng's kitchen and start cooking lunch again.

Pan Ling and Chen Xiuxiu really don't know how to buy vegetables, they go so early, and the vegetables they buy are still not fresh. These two girls are also interesting, buying garlic and ginger instead of green onions, buying a bottle of steamed soy sauce but not fish, but buying a pound of Jiwei shrimp.

asked the reason, Pan Lingzhen said: "I cook mutton soup, and Xiuxiu makes garlic open-back shrimp." ”

Jiang Feng felt that if he hadn't been driven back from the countryside by the old man, the two of them would have poisoned themselves by cooking and eating by themselves.

I can't scramble eggs with tomatoes, so I want to challenge the mutton soup and garlic open-back shrimp, which is even more swollen than when Jiang Feng went to fry kung pao chicken before he finished his knife skills.

Jiang Feng has never made Jiwei shrimp.

Z city is not near the sea, seafood is extremely expensive, Jiang Feng just went to college when he heard the classmates at home near the sea say that they had 30 pieces of abalone to burn a large plate, and his jaw was about to fall.

But the expensive Jiwei shrimp has to be burned when bought, Jiang Feng watched the video on Pan Ling's mobile phone twice, the video didn't shoot how to go to the shrimp line at all, and it was an edited video, the soundtrack was good, but many key steps were not cut, and the final finished product Jiang Feng could see through the screen that the Jiwei shrimp was burned old.

Jiang Feng had no choice but to call the old man and ask him.

was scolded by the old man, and while being scolded, he went to the shrimp line according to what the old man said, and after a random operation, the garlic open-back shrimp that was not like the version was finally out of the pot.

On the other side, the old man put down his mobile phone, turned his head and complained to Jiang Weiming with a smile: "This little rabbit cub wants to fly before he walks steadily, and he stares at the sea swimming before he has even figured it out." ”

"Alright, I see you're too happy in your heart, so don't show it off in front of me as an old man. Jiang Weiming said with a smile, "The day after tomorrow, Xiao Nian, wait for a few nephews to come back and then kill pigs?"

"They must have come back early in the morning, and they have to prepare breakfast for them. The old man said, "Kill Sanhua the night after tomorrow and make blood sausage first." ”

"Sanhua, the amount of Sanhua is not enough, I think Erhua is very good, the fat is thick enough, at least 10 catties of plate oil. Jiang Weiming prefers Erhua.

"Erhua can't do it, it only can't eat it, it's not good to use it as a pig-killing dish, it's better to use it as a pig-killing dish, it's better to have a hind leg meat, and leave a cured ham. The second flower is left until around the Dragon Boat Festival before being slaughtered, and it must be moved more, otherwise the meat is not firm enough. The old man muttered, "I have to find an opportunity to drive it out of the pigsty, and I can't lie there all day." ”