The fog dispersed quickly, and it might not even be two seconds before Jiang Feng found himself in Jiang Yong's house.

Yes, Jiang Yong's house.

Jiang Feng's current location is the living room of Jiang Yong's house, and the things placed on the cabinet are almost the same as when Jiang Feng went to Jiang Yong's house before, or they may be exactly the same. After all, after a few months, Jiang Feng didn't remember it very well.

The room was quiet, there were no voices or footsteps, only the birds outside the window could be heard, and the chattering and noise seemed to be a flock of birds in a meeting.

Could this memory be the memory of the third grandfather when he went to Jiang Yong's house during the Chinese New Year this year?

This thought became stronger as Jiang Feng discovered the familiar computer book on the sofa, the pickled radish on the dining table and the watch on the hallway.

Just as Jiang Feng was about to go to Jiang Xiaoran's room to see if there were two boxes of apples in his room, the door opened.

Jiang Xiaoran, who was wearing pajamas, with a chicken nest on his head, wearing cotton slippers without socks, and his ankles were all exposed in the air, walked out of the room with squinting while grabbing his hair, and he looked like he had just woken up.

Jiang Xiaoran yawned, and subconsciously wanted to grab his mobile phone but found that he didn't bring it out, so he looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and found that it was not early, and it would be time to have lunch in a while.

"Grandpa!" Jiang Xiaoran shouted, "Are you there?"

Then the kitchen door opened, and Jiang Weiming walked out of the kitchen wearing an apron and sleeves and a thin cotton jacket, with some meat on his hands.

The airtightness of Jiang Yong's kitchen door is quite good, originally Jiang Feng didn't smell anything when he turned around in the living room, but as soon as the kitchen door opened, he smelled the smell.

Chicken broth flavor.

Very fragrant chicken broth, which should have been simmered for a few hours, with ham and some big ingredients added, it smells very tempting.

Jiang Xiaoran's reaction was the same as Jiang Feng's, and he took a deep breath and asked, "Grandpa, are you stewing chicken?"

"Almost, I'm making clear soup. Jiang Weiming said.

"Today my parents went to work, and there were just two of us at home. Didn't I book you a ticket to go to Peking tomorrow? It doesn't matter if you go to work two days late, I asked the leader for leave, and I will send you to Peking tomorrow. Jiang Xiaoran scratched his head again, "It's all my fault that I got up late, I should have gotten up early, I originally planned to take you out to eat at noon today." But it's okay, I also made a reservation for a restaurant in the evening, so we can go out for dinner at night. ”

"What's so good to eat outside, what to do with wasting this money every year? It's better to do it at home, anyway, I'm idle and idle, and it's good to watch TV and cook every day." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, "It took me some time to process the chicken this morning, and it is estimated that I will have to wait two hours for lunch to eat." Xiao Ran, are you hungry? This morning, I got up and wrapped some siu mai and put it in the refrigerator, if you are hungry, I will take some out and steam it for you to eat. ”

Jiang Xiaoran nodded: "Thank you, what kind of stuffing?"

"Diced shiitake mushrooms. ”

Jiang Xiaoran went to brush his teeth and wash, Jiang Xiaoran went back to the kitchen to continue to process his clear soup, and Jiang Feng also followed.

There were casseroles of the same size on the two stoves in the kitchen, and the same chicken soup was also simmering in the casserole, Jiang Feng took a closer look at the chicken soup, which had been simmering for two hours, and Jiang Weiming was sweeping the soup.

Sweeping the soup is a very important step in the process of making soup and clear soup, and if you want to make a clear soup as clear as white water that Jiang Weiming made before, it will take a lot of time and energy to sweep the soup.

There are two types of soup sweeping, one is the red mushroom chopped with pork loin, and the other is the white mushroom chopped from chicken breast.

When sweeping the soup, you need to control the temperature of the soup, pour the minced meat into the soup and stir, during the stirring process, the minced meat will absorb the impurities in the soup until it floats, remove it with a colander, and finally filter it repeatedly with gauze until the soup shows the desired effect.

In general, you only need to alternate the red and white mushrooms three to four times to complete the soup. But if the requirements are a little higher, or if you directly want to make a clear soup of Jiang Weiming's level, this number of times may be several times higher. It can be said that the chef cannot leave the stove during the whole process of stewing, and needs to keep staring and moving, which is very time-consuming and energy-consuming, and there is a certain technical content.

It is not easy to control the temperature and heat of the soup every time you sweep the soup.

Jiang Weiming is doing this time-consuming and energy-consuming work.

The change in the soup is obvious in the first few sweeps, but as the number of sweeps increases, the change in the soup begins to be difficult to judge with the naked eye, and it is up to the chef to judge whether it is time to stop, and the same is true for the final step of repeatedly straining with gauze.

Jiang Weiming was still carefully sweeping the soup, Jiang Xiaoran had already washed up and changed his clothes and came to the kitchen, found the siu mai that Jiang Weiming had just stuffed in the morning from the refrigerator, walked outside with the steamer and siu mai, and began to steam the siu mai with an induction cooker.

"Xiao Ran, I'm going back to Beiping tomorrow, and there aren't many dumplings and buns left of the dumplings I made last time. You see what flavor you want to eat, and when I have time in the afternoon, I will buy some ingredients and come back, and I will make you steamed buns and dumplings in the evening. Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Xiaoran was fishing for the tea eggs that had been cold in the basin on the dining table, anyway, the tea eggs were delicious when eaten hot or cold.

"Don't be so troublesome, I'm going to work in the future, and I won't eat breakfast at home, I go downstairs to buy it at the breakfast shop, grandpa, you ...... If you're not tired, you can actually wrap a little steamed bun stuffed with fresh meat and bamboo shoots. ”

Jiang Feng: ?

Jiang Xiaoran took a bite and a half tea egg, and two mouthfuls and one tea egg were gone.

Grandpa was working hard in the kitchen, but he was sitting on a chair waiting for food, Jiang Xiaoran felt very ashamed, but there was no way.

The dishes made by Grandpa were so delicious that he didn't even go out to dinner with his friends during the Chinese New Year this year, and it was a sin to eat less.

"I'm not tired, what's so tiring about making buns, I'll make you some Lantern Festival when I'm free at night." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

Jiang Xiaoran nodded frantically.

Jiang Weiming continued to sweep the soup, and Jiang Xiaoran sat on the chair and waited for the siu mai to be steamed. The siu mai is steamed, Jiang Weiming is still sweeping the soup, Jiang Xiaoran has finished eating the siu mai, and Jiang Weiming is still sweeping.

Jiang Xiaoran was a little curious, he peeled another tea egg, grabbed the tea egg and walked to the kitchen door to look at the door.

"Grandpa, this chicken soup should smell almost good, right?" Although Jiang Xiaoran didn't know how to cook, he felt that this soup should smell like a drink.

"It's still early, this soup can't leave people now, I'll fry two dishes for you later, we'll make do with lunch, and wait for grandpa to make you something to eat in the evening." Jiang Weiming said with a smile, his tone was like coaxing his grandson who had just entered elementary school and was waiting for lunch.

Although Jiang Xiaoran has long passed the age when he just entered elementary school and waited for lunch, his first reaction was the same as that of a child of this age.

Swallowed silently.

"What are you going to eat at night?" Jiang Xiaoran felt that it was time to cancel the restaurant he had reserved for Mexican food yesterday.

What is Mexican cuisine?

Is it delicious to have my grandfather's cooking?

"Chicken bean curd. ”