Almost as soon as Taisun succeeded to the throne, everyone gave the most real reaction.

Passionate, eager, and loud.

"Smash, let's eat stewed goose in an iron pot, this goose is very good, especially suitable for stewing in an iron pot!" Jiang Jiankang grabbed the goose's neck again.

"Xiao Feng, how about Xiang You's Rice Paste, Fourth Uncle believes you can!" Jiang Jianye made a longing voice.

"Little brother, I want to eat Jiang rice stewed duck, but I didn't even eat that time. Jiang Junlian looked aggrieved.

"Little brother, nine turns of the large intestine!" Jiang Zaide, Jiang Shoucheng, and Jiang Ran The three brothers spoke in unison, and their voices were loud enough to break through the roof.

Even Grandma Jiang joined in the fun with a smile: "I think the glutinous rice lotus made by Jiang Feng last year is quite delicious." ”

There are as many Jiang family members as there are dishes they want to eat for the New Year.

Jiang Feng knew very well that even if he ascended the throne and became the person in charge of the latest Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, it would be impossible to satisfy everyone's desires on the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. To be precise, the Jiang family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is not to satisfy everyone's desires.

The old man never cared about what everyone wanted to eat, because the old man knew very well that as long as he made it, everyone wanted to eat.

Jiang Feng should also know very well that with his current cooking skills, as long as he cooks it, everyone loves to eat, and the question is what he wants to do.

There are still two days left before the Chinese New Year's Eve, and the priority is what to do tonight.

The person in charge of the Jiang family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is not responsible for the meal on the night of the 30th day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the business scope is the dishes during the entire New Year period until the evening of the 15th Lantern Festival, breakfast, noon and dinner are all included, and even the dumplings and snacks brought by relatives and friends are counted.

Before he could feel the joy of ascending the throne, Jiang Feng realized the distress of being a king.

It's really nice to be in power, but it's not an easy task.

"Okay, whatever you quarrel about, you can eat whatever you want. How. If you don't eat it to your liking, you won't eat it, so if you don't eat elsewhere, you can pack up your things and roll back to the city for me. The old man was angry, "What are you still doing with me? What's the matter? The house is very clean, isn't it? Or do you think that the three of us can clean such a big house, and the three of us are your nannies, right? I can't see that my room has not been cleaned? The table has been wiped clean, the floor has been swept, and the dust has been cleared? What are you doing here idle, being an uncle?"

Everyone immediately dispersed, and even the two sisters, Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian, grabbed their schoolbags and went back to the house to do their homework.

Jiang Feng, the old man, and Jiang Weiming went to the kitchen to deal with the ingredients.

As soon as he entered the kitchen and saw the familiar pork that had been processed everywhere, Jiang Feng knew that something was wrong.

He has a completely different style of cooking from the old man.

The dishes that the old man is good at are basically pork dishes, and they are large meats, large pieces of pork belly, elbows, and pork ribs, which is especially obvious at the Jiang family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner table.

The Jiang family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner is basically composed of pork from cold dishes to marinated vegetable platters, to hot dishes to large dishes, and dumplings are basically pork filling, and the morning food is generally braised meat noodles, and the whole year is around pigs.

This is the old man's style, not Jiang Feng's.

Because of the game, Jiang Feng's cooking style was influenced by the game's recipes to a certain extent. Except for the porridge that he is good at, the rest of the specialty dishes that Jiang Feng can think of at first are basically game recipes and dishes that he learned in memory.

Except for a few simple and quick dishes, most difficult dishes use dashi.

This means that once Jiang Feng takes over the Jiang family's Chinese New Year's Eve meal, the style of the Chinese New Year's Eve meal will change from the traditional Lu cuisine style based on pork to the mixed cuisine style of various factions based on broth.

Jiang Feng looked at the pot full of pork and made a difficulty.

"Grandpa, I'll cook...... It doesn't seem to be enough pork to be used. ”

The old man said lightly: "What do you want to tell them, if the pork is not used up, it will be used to make dumplings and send some to every household." ”

Jiang Feng came to his senses.

So the Jiang family, who was cleaning the house, hadn't even wiped the table yet, and received an urgent task from the new chef of the Jiang family.

Jiang Feng needs more hens, a variety of seafood, all kinds of fish, shiitake mushrooms, winter bamboo shoots and other fresh vegetables, there is no requirement for quality, the only requirement is to be fresh.

The ingredients that Jiang Feng asked for were much easier to find than the ultra-high-quality pork that the old man asked for last year, even if it was close to the end of the year, he had a good network foundation in his own city, and everyone in the Jiang family would collect them for him within two days. Seven or eight hens, thirty or forty catties of fresh fish of different varieties, piles and piles of fresh vegetables, and other dishes that Jiang Feng did not ask for, but he saw that it was better to buy them by the way.

As soon as the ingredients are in place, the stock hangs up.

The home is no better than the store, there is less stove, and there is no way to hang a lot of stock at the same time. But many people in the Jiang family have a large amount of food per capita, and the soup dishes are delicious, but if you are not happy to eat, it is better to eat the pork dishes that are originally large and full.

Jiang Feng is now a mature chef, so naturally he will not make such a low-level mistake, so the soup stock must be hung a day in advance, from morning to night, all the time. So much so that on the twenty-ninth day of the Lunar New Year, the Jiang family exuded the aroma of rich, attractive and delicious broth from the inside out.

Among them, Li Cuihua's family, which was closest to the Jiang family, was the first to smell the smell and the clearest. When other distant people passed by the Jiang family, they smelled the smell of broth, and they would only sigh in their hearts what the Jiang family was going to do for the New Year this year, and it smelled so fragrant before it reached the Chinese New Year's Eve, and after a while, they forgot about it.

Li Cuihua's family is miserable, they smell it from morning to night, it is not fragrant to eat, the potato chips are not spicy, the braised pork is not fragrant, and even the blood sausage made by the old man sent by Grandma Jiang two days ago is not fragrant.

Zhao Liang was lying on the bed happily saving the canyon, but after smelling the smell of broth, the canyon didn't want to be saved, and the fat house didn't want to be a fat house anymore, he just wanted to go out and exercise more, socialize more, and communicate with people more. The specific plan is to go next door to socialize with the Jiang family and communicate with them if they can stay at their house for a meal.

Zhao Liang smelled the fragrance for a day, and endured it until he finally couldn't help it when he ate at night, put down his rice bowl and asked his mother: "Mom, what did you say Grandpa Jiang and their family were cooking next door? Why is it so fragrant!"

Zhao Liang's mother ate the eggplant tastelessly, and said very perfunctorily: "It must be chicken soup, you can't smell the smell of chicken soup like this?"

"But our stewed chicken soup has never been so fragrant, besides, whose stewed chicken soup stewed all day. Zhao Liang muttered.

"Can our family's craftsmanship be compared with your grandfather's family next door? You don't know that your grandfather Jiang and their family's ancestral chefs are all chefs of state-run restaurants, can they be the same?" Zhao Liang's mother said.

Hearing her daughter-in-law say this, Li Cuihua was immediately unhappy, although it is an indisputable fact that the Jiang family's craftsmanship is good, but now she is the person in charge of cooking in their family, she feels that her daughter-in-law's words are changing the law to damage her own food.

Li Cuihua put the chopsticks on the bowl and stopped eating.

"Liangliang, let's go!"

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the backyard and catch a hen and bring it, haven't you been looking for a hen everywhere next door for the past two days? Let's take a hen to the door and see what they are doing today. "Li Cuihua is majestic and high-spirited.

"Okay grandma!" Zhao Liang immediately became energetic, put down the dishes and chopsticks and went to the backyard to catch chickens.

The grandfather and grandson carried the hen and went next door.

When the two of them walked away, Grandpa Zhao Liang said slowly: "Why go next door and have a look, don't you just want to rub rice?"

Zhao Liang's father nodded: "But today the next door is indeed strangely fragrant, and I feel that I don't have any taste for anything when I smell it." ”

"How can a hen be enough?" Grandpa Zhao Liang got up, "The old woman is always inconsiderate about the problem, and she is in a hurry to do anything, let's grab another one and send it over." ”