"Uncle Jiang, you think too much, the third grandfather's sense of taste is not very good, and this does not affect his cooking at all. Jiang Feng comforted.

Jiang Jian shook his head: "It's different, it's completely different." ”

"Master didn't have a good sense of taste, but he can still taste the taste, he can eat the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, and he can taste the quality of a dish. Jiang Jian choked up and said, "Now Master, he can't taste it at all." ”

Of course, Jiang Feng knows the difference, for a chef of Jiang Weiming's level, the degradation of taste basically does not affect his cooking skills, as long as he can still taste some taste, he can make dishes without losing the standard with his rich experience.

But if you completely lose your sense of taste, even the gods can't control the seasoning.

There was only one Beethoven, and most of them were mortal after all.

"No, it can't be. Jiang Feng was a little unconvinced, "What did the third grandfather tell you?"

"How could Master say such a thing, I can see it myself. Jiang Jian touched the tears on his face, "The day before yesterday, I stewed chicken soup for Master, and the chicken was bought by me at the vegetable market early in the morning, and I picked the fattest old hen, and when I stewed it, I also added the daylily that Master loves to eat." The chicken was so fat that Master couldn't eat anything too greasy now, so I stayed on the side and bleached the oil. ”

"I didn't dare to leave when I was about to deliver food to Master at noon, so I asked Jiang Yong to come over and bring the food away. ”

"That pot of chicken soup is so well stewed, I thought that Master might want to eat some chicken, so I deliberately chopped the chicken into small pieces, and when it was almost out of the pot, the chicken would fall apart when I touched it with a spoon a little. ”

Jiang Jian began to babble about the whole process of his chicken stew.

"That pot of chicken soup is beautiful when it's almost out of the pot. I thought that Master had been drinking white porridge a few days ago, and it must have been tasteless in my mouth, so I thought about bringing the soup out and serving it to Master, but I forgot to put salt. Jiang Jian cried with a sad face, "I didn't think about it until the master took it up and drank it, but I said the wrong thing in a hurry." ”

"What did you say?"

"I told Master that I had added too much salt. ”

Jiang Feng: ......

He seemed to know how Jiang Jian found out that Jiang Weiming had lost his sense of taste.

"So, what the third grandfather said was ......"

Master nodded and told me that the soup was a little salty. ”

Jiang Feng was silent.

He didn't know how to comfort Jiang Jian.

As one of the five senses, taste is not as important as hearing and sight, but it is also an indispensable sense for human beings.

If you lose your sense of taste, you lose the right to explore and feel the world with the tip of your tongue, and you lose the easiest way to get joy and happiness.

The taste of the tongue seems to be a dull and tasteless life, and ordinary people can't accept the loss of taste, let alone a chef who makes a living by his cooking skills and tongue.

If there's one profession more unacceptable to lose taste than a chef, it's probably a professional food critic like Xu Cheng.

Jiang Feng couldn't speak, in the short time just now, he imagined what would happen to him if it was not Jiang Weiming but Jiang Weiguo who lost his sense of taste?

"Third grandfather, he ......," Jiang Feng couldn't go on halfway through his speech.

"Uncle Jiang, you can find a time to ask the doctor quietly. The third grandfather didn't want to say that you would help him ask, maybe this was only temporary, even if the third grandfather really ......" Jiang Feng paused, "Well,

Then we can't help it, the third grandfather is so old after all. I just walked out of the ghost gate again, as long as I am healthy, this kind of thing ......"

"The way you look now, the third grandfather is also worried about you. ”

Jiang Jian lowered his head, like a primary school student listening to a teacher's lecture: "I know, I'm just sad in my heart." ”

"You make me sad for two days, two days is fine. ”

The queue to turn on the water advanced a few steps, and Jiang Jian also followed a few steps forward: "Xiao Feng, you go back and talk to the master, I'll line up here to turn on the water." ”

As he spoke, he wiped the tears from his face with his hand.

Hands can wipe away tears, but they can't wipe away red eyes.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, do you have the contact information of Jiang Yanlu?" Jiang Jian asked.

"Jiang Yanlu?" Jiang Feng shook his head, because of the memory of Jiang Xiaoran that he had seen before, Jiang Feng's impression of Jiang Yanlu's family was very bad now.

The same is true of all the wicked people.

"Master has been hospitalized for so long, he hasn't even called. Jiang Jian looked a little angry, "It's a shame that the master loved him so much, even if people don't come, they don't even have a phone call." ”

"White-eyed wolf!"

Jiang Feng nodded in agreement.

In fact, Jiang Jian and Jiang Feng really wronged Jiang Yanlu in this matter, Jiang Yanlu didn't call Jiang Weiming, and he called Jiang Weiming as soon as Jiang Yong told him the news. Although he is not a filial son in his behavior, he is definitely a well-deserved filial son on the phone.

But the problem is that Jiang Yanlu's number was blocked by Jiang Weiming.

Jiang Weiming had done this kind of thing many times before, and every time Jiang Yanlu was angry, he blocked his phone number, and then lifted the ban and released it two days later. The last time he blocked was when Jiang Yanlu called Jiang Weiming a few years ago, according to common sense, Jiang Weiming would release Jiang Yanlu's phone number from the blacklist on the second day after that blocking, but the Jiang family's life before the year was too colorful, so Jiang Weiming forgot about it.

Later, a series of well-known things happened, Jiang Weiming gradually got used to his eldest son not calling him, and he didn't realize that the real reason why the eldest son didn't call was that the eldest son's phone was blacklisted.

And Jiang Yanlu, as a filial son on the phone, will not ask Jiang Yong for WeChat if the phone can't get through.

Telephone filial piety, as long as there is no phone, it is not a filial son.

After scolding Jiang Yanlu, Jiang Jian's mood was obviously much better, urging Jiang Feng to go back to the ward and talk to Jiang Weiming more, and it was time for Jiang Weiming to turn off the lights and go to bed soon.

After Jiang Feng returned to the ward, he found that Jiang Weiming was eating the orange candy made by Sun Jikai himself, smiling, staring at the TV with sugar in his mouth.

"I didn't expect Sun Jia, this kid to have this craft, this candy is almost ready to be sold on the market. Jiang Weiming praised.

"It's just that the orange flavor is a little lighter, so it's better to make the original flavor. "Jiang Wei National Road.

Jiang Weiming nodded: "Yes, the orange flavor is a little lighter." ”

It was originally a flawless performance, but Jiang Feng saw the only trace of performance in Jiang Weiming's eyes because he had read the script in advance.

Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming chatted a few more words, Jiang Feng and Wu Minqi, the two juniors, couldn't interject and could only stand at the end of the bed, Wu Minqi tugged Jiang Feng's sleeve.

"What's wrong with Uncle Jiang?" Wu Minqi asked in a low voice.

"I'm going back and telling you. ”

"Okay, little brother, it's not too early now, you must be tired when you just came back, go back and wash and sleep first." I have to work tomorrow, and I have so many people to take care of it here, so it will be fine. Jiang Weiming began to prepare to send off the guests.

Jiang Weiguo got up: "I'll cook tomorrow's meal." ”

"Kaede-chan. Jiang Weiming stopped Jiang Feng, who had already walked to the door, "You stay for a while, I have something I want to tell you." ”

Jiang Feng felt a little strange, turned his head and said to Wu Minqi that she should wait for him downstairs, and walked to Jiang Weiming.

After Jiang Weiguo and Wu Minqi left the ward, Jiang Weiming said to Aunt Zhu and Zhang Li again: "Can you please go out first, I want to say something to Xiaofeng." ”

Aunt Zhu is a professional nurse, as long as she doesn't violate the doctor's instructions, she will be whatever the client says, as soon as Jiang Weiming's voice fell, she put down the work in her hand and went out, Zhang Li also nodded and went out together.

"Third grandfather?" Jiang Feng gradually Jiang Weiming was shocked when he engaged in such a big battle.

Could it be that Jiang Weiming wants to teach him the supreme heart method of the Jiang family's cooking skills, the supreme martial arts?

"It's nothing, it's just those things I don't want them to know. Jiang Weiming explained, "Do you know about hygiene?"

Jiang Feng was really shocked at this time, his acting skills were obviously not bad, and his lies had reached the master level, why was Jiang Weiming's kung fu just now.

"When I said that the orange smell was a little light, you stared at me subconsciously. Jiang Weiming said, "How did he see it?"

"Uncle Jiang actually forgot to put salt in the chicken soup he boiled for you two days ago, and he said it wrong when he was nervous. "Jiang Feng honestly recruited everything.

Jiang Weiming shook his head helplessly: "Actually, it's not a big deal, my sense of taste has deteriorated more and more seriously over the years, and this day will come sooner or later." ”

"I won't tell you about this matter yet, there have been so many things recently, and I don't want to worry everyone because of such a trivial matter. ”

"Good. Jiang Feng responded.

"By the way, Xiao Feng, do you want to learn how to mix the soup and the clear soup?"