The next day, Jiang Feng began his daily cooking practice during the winter vacation.

Jiang Weiming also became one of the instructors, and together with Jiang Weiguo, the two big Buddhas were staring at Jiang Feng in the kitchen to practice fire.

"It's old, it's old, the fire is too big, can't you feel the dishes you fry yourself? It's only been a few days since you stir-fried, you can't even fry a green vegetable?" Jiang Weiguo was definitely a tyrant in the kitchen, and he roared so loudly that Jiang Feng didn't dare to come out.

"What are you doing timidly, can you fry it like this?

This is already the seventeenth plate of green vegetables that Jiang Feng has thrown away this morning.

Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli washed two large baskets of green vegetables in the morning, enough for Jiang Feng to fry all day.

There is nothing else in the countryside, and there is enough vegetable pipe. Green vegetables, potatoes, sweet potatoes and so on, are good ingredients for practicing fire, the village is close to the town, and the vegetable market in the town is absolutely enough.

If Jiang Feng can really train the vegetables in the vegetable market in a hurry, then he will not be far from becoming a teacher.

Learning to cook is the same as learning English, the feeling is very important, there is nothing to feel fine, just practice, practice and practice the feeling will come out. Just like Jiang Jian, her cooking talent is so poor, she has practiced for 40 years, and she will still say that the fried dishes are delicious when she is given to Liu Qian.

"Xiao Feng is the same as when you were a child, there is a problem, I can't find a feeling. Jiang Weiming watched Jiang Feng practice cooking and was full of emotion.

"I was only so old at the time, I wasn't even ten years old, and I couldn't find it normal to feel normal. He's twenty years old, and he has the same problem with me when I was a child, is it like that?" Jiang Weiguo snorted dissatisfiedly.

"It's different now, at that time, we just had to find a teacher who could read and write for an hour a day. They have to go to school, they have to work, and they have to be decent, and our work is tiring and hard, and we don't have the same taste as before. Xiao Feng is willing to learn, so you can steal the fun. Jiang Weiming said, "That's right, you gave him a good foundation, and it won't be bad in the future." ”

Jiang Weiguo's expression eased a lot, and his tone was a little relieved: "My four grandsons, he just dropped the sandbag at the beginning and persevered, none of the basic skills were pulled, and he didn't break it for seven years and a year, and the remaining three looked quite sturdy, and he didn't use it at all, and he complained about being tired at every turn." ”

Jiang Feng was staring at the frying pot with all his attention, and he didn't hear the old man's whispering. Otherwise, he would know that the old man didn't think that his thin arm didn't have the strength to let him hang a sandbag for a year, but that he was the most honest of the four grandchildren when he was a child, and the other third brothers and cousins knew how to cheat.

"Go out for a walk?" Jiang Weiguo proposed.

"Good. ”

"Xiao Feng, you fry ten more plates, and then rest for a while, I will go to the village with your third grandfather for a walk, fry well, and I'll come back to check!" Jiang Weiguo said loudly.

"Okay, grandpa!" Jiang Feng turned off the heat and put out the greens.

"I'm old again, look at what you're frying, I'll feed the pigs and I'll feed my pigs to be thin. Jiang Weiguo didn't forget to scold a couple of sentences before leaving.

After Dahua was slaughtered, Grandma Jiang was afraid that the other two pigs in the pigsty would be lonely, so she bought two more piglets, anyway, she had to slaughter one to be a New Year's pig during the New Year, and after a while, there were still three pigs in the pigsty.

The two newcomers have been raised by Grandma Jiang for a few months, and Grandma Jiang's pig raising skills are obviously inferior to the old man's, and they are not as good as the big flowers that have been made into various pork dishes. The old man didn't love the four pigs in the pigsty so much, if the big flower was still there, he would definitely be reluctant to let it eat Jiang Feng's fried vegetables.

"Third brother, do you want to take your two sons over for the New Year, or let's go over?" Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming wandered around the village.

"They, I'm afraid they don't want to come, my youngest son hasn't come back to see me for almost ten years, and it's even more unnecessary in the past, I forgot to talk to the boss, and I'll call him when I go back and talk to him." Jiang Weiming didn't want to mention his children.

He didn't want to say it, and Jiang Weiguo didn't ask.

The two walked around slowly, and unconsciously walked to the fish pond in the village, the fish pond is counted as contracted by everyone in the village, the cost is evenly shared, and occasionally take care of it, whoever wants to catch the fish can go to the fish themselves.

Jiang Weiguo saw two familiar figures by the fish pond.

Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang, two flexible fat men, squatted by the fish pond with a net pocket to catch fish, and from time to time pointed at the fish pond and picked and choose.

Jiang Weiguo couldn't control the green tendons on his head a little.

His two sons couldn't find anyone early in the morning, so they ran to fish and play together.

"You two little rabbits, what are you fishing!" Jiang Weiguo scolded.

Jiang Jiankang was thrilled when he heard the old man's voice, and almost dragged his second brother into the fish pond together.

"Dad. Jiang Jiankang squeezed out a smile, "My second brother and I fished fathead fish, I didn't see a good one in the vegetable market before, I want to see if there is anything in the fish pond." ”

"What are you two buying fathead fish for?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"Yesterday, Xiaofeng said that the third uncle was going to make me chopped pepper fish head today, and my second brother and I must buy it if there are no ingredients at home. Jiang Jiankang said.

Jiang Weiguo: ......

If the two goods in front of him were not his own, he really wanted to kick them into the fish pond one by one.

He turned out to be a little eccentric to the boss, because the boss has good talent, but he didn't lose anyone who was hungry, and every son was chubby from small fat to big, why did he think about eating all day long as if he hadn't eaten enough.

Jiang Weiguo looked at his two sons with an unkind face.

Jiang Weiming smiled and came out to play a round: "I did tell Xiaofeng on the way here yesterday that I have a heart for the founding of the party and Jiankang." ”

"Third brother, they're just messing around, just don't hear it. ”

"It's okay, find a time, I'll also cook you a table of Sichuan food, so that you can find fault with the product. Jiang Weiming said.

"Then I don't dare to find fault with you, third brother. Jiang Weiguo said, ignoring his two sons, and went away with Jiang Weiming.

When the two old men walked away, Jiang Jiankang took the net and asked, "Second brother, are we still fishing for fathead fish?"

Jiang Jiandang thought for a while: "Anyway, Dad scolded him, let's catch it, maybe I can catch it!"

Jiang Jiankang felt that this was reasonable, and the two brothers fished up the fathead fish again.

"Don't keep scolding them, several nephews are so old, and they are all filial, which is good. Jiang Weiming persuaded, "My two sons are not as filial as my apprentices. ”

"Find a time to meet your apprentice?"

"After the New Year, you have time to go to Shudi, I still have a few old colleagues, and I haven't been in touch for many years. They are better than me, and their children and grandchildren are fighting for their father's business, especially the granddaughter of Old Man Wu, who was born to eat this bowl of rice, and I will take you to get to know him. Jiang Weiming said.

......

Jiang Feng finished frying the ten plates of green vegetables prescribed by the old man and sat on a chair in the kitchen to rest.

Counting these ten dishes, he has already fried twenty-eight plates of green vegetables, and his hands are a little numb from the spoon.

Jiang Feng now doesn't want to engage in all activities that require hands, including playing with his mobile phone.

"Xiao Feng, the pig is barking, it should be hungry, you go and feed the pig!" Grandma Jiang shouted in the next room.

"Okay, grandma!" Jiang Feng replied loudly, rubbing his wrists, pouring the greens from the swill bucket into the pig food bucket and mixing them with the pigweed, and carrying them to the pigsty to feed the pigs.

Two big pigs, two small pigs, staring at the bucket in Jiang Feng's hand and snorting wildly.

Jiang Feng poured the pig food into the trough, and the four pigs swarmed in.

Pig names are taken by Grandma Jiang, in addition to the big flowers that have been slaughtered, the remaining two big pigs are called two flowers and three flowers, and the two small ones are called four flowers and five flowers respectively, all of which are called according to weight.

But Sanhua probably didn't have this opportunity.

Erhua doesn't like to move, can eat and sleep, and most of the fat on his body is fat. Sanhua is different, although it is not as good as the big flower, but it will also exercise on weekdays, and it looks very robust, and this year's pig is estimated to be Sanhua.

Its hind legs must be good for ham!

"Sanhua, how do you think my vegetables are fried?" Jiang Feng looked at Sanhua.

Sanhua buried his head in his food, and his sturdy hind legs kicked Erhua who had just squeezed it.

What a good leg!