In the afternoon alone, Jiang Feng served at least more than 20 different sauces.

Everyone's taste is different, it will be similar, but it will not be exactly the same, Sun Guanyun only asked Jiang Feng to serve three kinds of sauces, so the type of sauce had to be carefully chosen.

When cooking in the back kitchen, Jiang Feng had been absent-minded, and his mind was full of the sauce he had prepared this afternoon.

Light soy sauce, salt, monosodium glutamate, vinegar, minced garlic, chili, sesame oil, sesame oil, pepper oil and a series of other seasonings are all swirling in his mind, like a simulated kitchen, a row of small plates, this one with two spoons of light soy sauce, that with a spoonful of vinegar, and this one with two drops of sesame oil.

Jiang Feng had sauce in his head, and he was still stir-frying vegetables in his hands, and he used his heart and soul to the extreme, and then he almost overturned.

Wu Minqi grabbed Jiang Feng's hand that was about to dig salt: "You just added salt." ”

"Oh. Jiang Feng withdrew his hand, thinking that he should add sesame oil to the No. 1 dish.

"No, the taste of pepper oil is a bit rushed, and two more drops of vinegar should be dropped. Jiang Feng muttered.

Wu Minqi glanced at the stir-fried cauliflower in Jiang Feng's pot: ?

"Uncle Jiang, braised prawns, are there still shrimps?" Ji Yue yelled at the door of the back kitchen.

"No, all the shrimp are not for sale!" Jiang Jiankang roared back.

"Light soy sauce, a spoonful of ginger slices, coriander... No, you can't put coriander, because the coriander flavor is too strong and will cover the original taste of the shrimp. Around Jiang Feng, his hands kept moving, getting out of the pot, taking the plate out of the pot, and putting it on the table at the door of the back kitchen, "Stir-fry the cauliflower!"

Then he turned around and walked back slowly, took a plate of cut winter melon slices, grabbed a small handful of minced meat, and returned to his pot.

"Add minced garlic and then drip sesame oil, no, sesame oil is better, no, sesame oil is more suitable. Jiang Feng picked up the oil pot and began to pour the oil.

Jiang Jiankang looked at Jiang Feng with a complicated expression.

This familiar feeling was also like this last time when Jiang Feng was obsessed with cooking mushroom soup.

But......

Jiang Jiankang sprinkled a small handful of tender onions into the pot and began to stir-fry.

The mushroom soup was so unpalatable before, every pot was tasted by his father, and this afternoon he made boiled shrimp, and he smelled it when he was preparing the ingredients in the back kitchen, but his son didn't expect him.

Unfilial son!

Jiang Jiankang shook the spoon hard, as if he had an enmity with the pot in front of him.

He wanted to see if Jiang Feng could think of him as his father tomorrow!

Wu Minqi took the mapo tofu out of the pot and glanced at Jiang Feng and Jiang Jiankang.

She always felt that Jiang Feng and Uncle Jiang were weird tonight, and the atmosphere was very delicate.

Quarreled?

didn't understand what was going on between the father and son, Wu Minqi put the mapo tofu on the table and shouted Ji Yue, and went back to continue stir-frying.

After being busy in the back kitchen, eating dinner, and helping to clean up, Jiang Feng went back to the dormitory.

He had already remixed all the sauces he had made this afternoon in his head, and he had started to mix new ones when he was tidying up the back kitchen.

"Half a spoon of vinegar, no, it's a bit much, a quarter spoonful, add a spoonful of light soy sauce and half a spoonful of dark soy sauce......" Jiang Feng was also muttering on the way back to the dormitory, passing by the track and field, and happened to meet Wang Hao who had finished his night run.

No, it should be Wang Hao, who is stealing barbecue at the end of the night run.

Wang Hao quickly stuffed the last lamb skewer into his mouth, and greeted him as if nothing had happened: "Oh, Brother Feng, I closed the store very early today!"

Jiang Feng was adding a little millet pepper to the plate: "The track and field sells barbecue now?"

“...... No, the takeout I ordered, no, it was someone else's takeaway, I rubbed it by the way, and I ate one. Wang Hao wiped the oil from his mouth.

The lights on the track and field are broken again, people who are losing weight are running at night, and the little couple who are in love is sitting on the grass in the middle and talking about me.

The vision was dim, Jiang Feng didn't see the oil on Wang Hao's mouth and believed his nonsense, so he dripped, just dripping the last two drops of sesame oil in his mind, a stack of salty and sour virtual sauce.

"Do you usually eat boiled shrimp?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Boiled shrimp, what shrimp?" Wang Hao was stunned.

"It's boiled shrimp dipped in sauce to eat, what flavor of sauce do you like?" Jiang Feng explained.

"Hey, I thought it was, isn't this the kind of shrimp on the banquet in the hotel, it's so complicated and boiling, I thought it was grilled. What else does the sauce taste, it's not all soy sauce with a little vinegar, it's not delicious, it's better to eat shrimp directly. Wang Hao said.

Jiang Feng: "......"

The angle is tricky, and there is nothing to say.

Jiang Feng continued to put the new sauce in his head.

Nothing to say all the way.

Wang Hao was looking at his phone all the way, he didn't notice that Jiang Feng was wrong, and when he arrived at the door of the dormitory, he spoke: "Eh, Brother Feng, the selfie of the second place in this Hangzhou competition area is quite good-looking, the organizer is really unkind, and put such an ugly photo." ”

Jiang Feng ignored him, to be precise, he didn't hear it, he was struggling with whether to add minced garlic or minced garlic.

Wang Hao shouted again, but Jiang Feng still didn't hear it.

Wang Hao looked up and saw Jiang Feng's expression that was obviously wandering and thinking about things, and he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart.

This state is simply not too familiar.

The mushroom soup in those days was a nightmare that Wang Hao could not erase.

"That, Brother Feng, you have been ...... recently" Wang Hao patted Jiang Feng to make him notice him, and then said, "Have you been studying some dishes recently?"

There was bitterness in the smile.

"I didn't study the dishes, I was just thinking about how to go with the sauce of boiled shrimp. Jiang Feng said.

Wang Hao silently took out his mobile phone and sent Ji Yue a string of "coo-goo".

Ji Yue, who is happily drawing in a rented small room: ???

This Wang Hao, how can he learn to become a pigeon essence?

......

The next day, Jiang Feng went to the store early.

Breakfast is covered with toppings, this noodle name is taken by Jiang Jiankang, and the leftovers from last night are stir-fried and made into ingredients to cover the noodles, which can effectively prevent the situation of eating leftovers for lunch.

Yesterday's leftovers were eggplant with no minced meat, egg ham without ham and half a plate of beans.

Jiang Jiankang put most of the eggs and eggplants into Wang Xiulian's bowl, and the rest was his own, and all the beans were given to Jiang Feng to show his dissatisfaction with not calling himself for smashing the dishes.

He usually knows at least one or two pieces of meat from Jiang Feng!

However, Jiang Feng didn't see it at all, and after eating breakfast normally, he began to study the sauce.

The three old men came early, before eight o'clock.

Jiang Weiguo wore Valentino's new spring style and demonstrated with Sun Guanyun at the door of the store: "Although my grandson's talent for tasting food is not good, his understanding is first-class, be mentally prepared, I am afraid that you will be ashamed to the point of shame." ”

Sun Guanyun was not to be outdone in Versace's new model, and snorted coldly: "Let's talk about it when your grandson comes to his senses, the old guy is not ashamed to brag." ”

Jiang Weiming stood in the middle of a set of Uniqlo's discounted money last year as a peacemaker: "Okay, okay, what are you two fighting about Xiaofeng's ingredients, if he doesn't do it well, he will be punished when the time comes." ”

Jiang Feng was using a toothpick to remove the shrimp line in the back kitchen, and when he looked up, he saw three smiling old men.

Jiang Weiguo's smile was murderous.

Sun Guanyun smiled defiantly.

Jiang Weiming smiled and watched the play.

Jiang Feng: ?

How he thinks, it's a little bad.