The young Jiang Feng didn't know what they were doing, in Jiang Weiming's opinion, they were actually the founding sect that could be compared with Jiang Chengde back then, even if he knew, he would only smile and say to Jiang Weiming, Third Grandfather, you think too much.

He also started a sect, and now all he wants to do is to hammer Chef Arnold in the final of the Sino-American Chef King Competition.

Although the semi-finals of this show have not yet started, the organizers seem to have evaporated from the world for more than half a month, and the finals are far away, Jiang Feng still hopes that he can make Jiang's ginseng soup that truly belongs to him before the finals, and then point to the dishes made by Chef Arnold and say a word of shit silently.

It is true that there is no deep hatred between him and Chef Arnold, only a little misunderstanding and grudge are not counted, but it is cool to be able to say what shit wants in front of Chef Arnold.

"Xiao Feng, is one mango enough?" asked the eldest aunt with a smile.

Jiang Feng glanced at the fruit tea, half a cup of mango juice and half a cup of mango, and there was a grape cut in half and inserted on the edge of the cup on the top.

Bubble tea shops all over the country should learn from their aunts, this is called Mango Duoduo!

"Enough, enough. Jiang Feng said busily.

"That's good, auntie will make you another glass of grape juice. The eldest aunt looked very happy, and immediately made another cup of grape juice and half a cup of grapes, and on top there was a piece of mango cut in half and inserted on the rim of the cup.

Jiang Feng: ?

In the end, Jiang Feng drank a lot of mangoes, grapes, peaches and oranges, and before he could take a bite of the dumplings, he had already drunk juice and burped. If nothing else, his first four dumplings should be grape, mango, peach and orange.

Just when Jiang Feng began to fish for mangoes and mangoes, Wu Minqi finally came back with a cake, and Jiang Zaide came back with her, and the two should have bumped into each other downstairs.

After a day of hard work, Jiang Zaide was fully armed, and the whole person was dressed like a member of the Antarctic scientific expedition team, and when he entered the house and saw Jiang Feng drinking fruit tea, his eyes lit up, and he rushed to his mother and said his desire loudly.

"Mom, I want to drink mango juice too!"

"Squeeze it yourself!"

Jiang Jae-deok: QAQ

Jiang Zaide glanced at the four cups of fruit tea in front of Jiang Feng with jealousy, and Jiang Feng was even a little embarrassed to take the initiative to speak: "I'll help you squeeze a cup." ”

"No, no, no. Jiang Zaide hurriedly refused, "Little brother, you stay at home so hard every day, I just came back from work, how can I let you help me squeeze the juice?

Jiang Feng: ?

As soon as Wu Minqi came back, put down the cake and went into the kitchen to help Grandma Jiang cook dumplings, Jiang Feng continued to eat mangoes slowly, looked at the relatives in the house, listened to the family talk about family life, talked about weight loss, talked about skin care, and the new winter coat. Listening to Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng complaining about stupid Party A, Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide complaining about trivial matters in the hospital, this familiar and unfamiliar feeling made Jiang Feng a little trance.

He suddenly realized that he hadn't been like this in a long time.

It feels like I haven't even seen everyone in a long time.

He gets up every day these days to cook, cook, and sleep, and he doesn't seem to communicate much with people. Even if I live under the same roof with Kiki, I just have breakfast together in the morning and talk about it when I eat a fruit bowl in the evening, and I don't get along at all like a boyfriend and girlfriend, and even college roommates are not so rusty. If you think about it carefully, it seems that when you eat the fruit plate at night, you don't talk about anything substantial, and you don't even talk about the daily life of Taifeng Building.

Jiang Feng hadn't heard everyone talk about the trivial things of life for a long time.

I didn't listen to Wang Hao show off what outstanding achievements he had made to impress the leaders, I didn't listen to my father talk about where and where there was a particularly good kitchen knife, I really wanted to buy it, I didn't listen to Ji Yue make a fuss after reading his Alipay, WeChat and bank card balances, and shouted that he was going bankrupt, I didn't listen to Xia Xia Nian, and the radishes in the oden in the convenience store next door were sold out again, and I didn't even hear Qiqi tell him that the napkins at home were used up again and asked him to go to the supermarket to buy a few more.

He is very close to everyone, but he is far away from everyone.

But it's clear that he prefers the way it feels right now.

With Grandma Jiang coming out of the kitchen with a pot of steaming dumplings, the Jiang family's irregular, irregular, and unlimited number of people to eat dumplings several times a year officially began.

Today's dumplings are all in charge of the old man from kneading the dough, making the dumpling filling, rolling the skin, and finally making the dumplings, and only the boiling part is completed by Grandma Jiang. Grandma Jiang also expressed her dissatisfaction with this, she felt that her dumplings were very well wrapped, big and firm, and the same as the dumplings she wrapped, one top two were absolutely full.

Although the Jiang family did not have all the staff gathered, the few who had a large amount of food basically arrived. In order to make everyone's dumplings eat happily today, the old man specially packed a number of flavors, pork green onions, lamb green onions, leek eggs, cabbage pork, cabbage mushrooms and white radish filled dumplings, meat and vegetarian are available, but the number of meat is definitely more than vegetarian.

When the old man wrapped it, he wrapped it separately with different fillings, but when Grandma Jiang cooked it, she didn't care so much, and threw it all into the pot to cook. After boiling several batches, they were all put in a basin and brought out at one time, which also led to the bottom of the dumplings in the basin being warm, and the surface was hot.

Of course, temperature is not the biggest problem that everyone has to face.

The filling is.

Grandma Jiang is mixed and boiled, except for dumplings such as leeks and eggs, which can be seen directly, no one can know whether the bowl is cabbage, pork or white radish before taking the first bite.

A large pot of dumplings was steadily put on the table, and with a bang, the table shook angrily.

"Let's eat, eat dumplings!" Grandma Jiang roared angrily, and everyone moved when they heard it, as if today's dumplings were made by her.

The old man silently put down the dumpling wrappers in his hand that he hadn't had time to wrap, patted the flour on his hand, and went to find a bowl to eat dumplings.

The dining table is not big, and Jiang Jiankang's dining table is just a cheap dining table sold in an ordinary furniture store, which can put down a pot of dumplings and cannot accommodate people who eat a pot of dumplings. But everyone doesn't mind, as long as there is a bowl in your hand, there is vinegar in the bowl, and there are dumplings on the vinegar, where to eat it is not to eat.

At the dinner table, on the sofa, on the coffee table, the small round stool next to the coffee table, no matter how bad it is to stand on the edge of the living room or squat by the window. In this case, the dining table is no longer the best place to eat – the soft sofa is.

"Little brother, sit here, it's spacious here!" Jiang Zaide quickly grabbed the best sofa position and waved at Jiang Feng enthusiastically.

"Little brother, this dumpling is definitely pork and green onions, don't you like pork and green onion dumplings the most! This is for you!" Jiang Shoucheng chose to give Jiang Feng the dumplings in his bowl.

"Son, you didn't pour vinegar, Dad went get vinegar for you. Jiang Jiankang found another way.

"Cub, this is the fruit tea that my mother just learned to make with your aunt, come and taste it!" Wang Xiuli handed Jiang Feng a cup of mango Duoduo, which did not have many mangoes.

There is no doubt that at this moment, Jiang Feng is the center of the Jiang family.

The old man who sat at the table and ate dumplings quietly:?

The old man suddenly felt that the hot and fragrant dumplings in the bowl were tasteless.

This scene is both familiar and unfamiliar.

What is familiar is everyone's attentive attitude, and what is unfamiliar is the object of everyone's courtesy.

Old man: ????????

Noticing the change in the old man's mood, Jiang Weiming, who was also sitting at the dining table and eating dumplings quietly, put down his chopsticks with a smile: "What, not used to it?"

"Hmph. The old man snorted coldly, and everything was silent.

"A bunch of unconscionable bunnies. ”

"It's good to get used to it. Jiang Weiming looked at the drama with a face.

"No way. The old man cleared his throat with a straight face, and said in a loud voice, "The stewed buckle meat and elbows in the kitchen downstairs should be ready now, who will take them?"

The whole living room seems to have been paused.

The next moment, everyone was boiling.

"Dad, I'll go, I'll go now!" Jiang Jiankang put the bowl on the coffee table and was about to rush out.

"Third uncle, you have been fortunate for a day today, you can rest, I'll go!" Jiang Zaide stopped Jiang Jiankang and became a roadblock.

"Cub, don't go just after work, it's too tiring to buckle meat and elbow so much, just go dad." Jiang Jianguo was so distressed that his saliva was about to flow out.

"Big brother, let's go!" Jiang Jianye had already gotten the key.

......

After a fierce competition, Jiang Jianguo won the victory with an absolute tonnage advantage and the spare key to the old man's house.

Jiang Weiming is already stupid.

After Jiang Jianguo went out with a happy pace of eating button meat, he came to his senses and asked, "When did you make button meat and elbows?"

"I came together early in the morning and got ready. The old man looked proud, and he didn't forget to glance at Jiang Feng, who was also sitting on the sofa with a confused face, and his eyes seemed to say:

Grandson, you're still tender!

Jiang Feng, who noticed the old man's eyes: ?

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