"Plus...... Add daylily!" Liu Qian hesitated.

"Daylily?" Daylily is delicious, and it is indeed a good seasoning to add to the soup.

"My stewed soup, what chicken soup, pork rib soup, and kelp soup are all added with daylily, what, do you want to make soup, president?" Liu Qian's eyes lit up, and she said with a smile, "Remember to ask me to drink it when it's ready!"

Jiang Feng nodded in response.

He decided to wait and boil two pots of soup, one with daylily and the other without one, and finally taste the taste and test which pot of soup to use.

After an afternoon of tinkering in the back kitchen, Jiang Feng finally chose the soup with daylily, although it didn't boil very well.

【A pot of soup that has been boiled for too long and the radish is cut unevenly, and the mushroom odor has not been removed】

According to Jiang Huiqin's steps, Jiang Feng made a clear soup of willow leaf swallow vegetables again, and the evaluation he got was still F-grade.

After tasting it, it was really F-grade unpalatable, and Jiang Feng silently poured it into the swill bucket.

Really... Is it your own soup making skills that can't work?

Even with the addition of white radish and daylily, the taste of the mushrooms was still very abrupt, and Jiang Feng always felt that there was something missing.

Almost what?

And some more corn?

Add some winter melon?

Add some potatoes?

You can add so many things to make a mixed vegetable soup, which is basically out of the category of mushroom soup.

Add what?

In the next few days, these five words have been haunting Jiang Feng's heart, thinking about what to add to the soup every day to suppress the taste of mushrooms, not even cutting the vegetables, boiling soup pot by pot, staring at the soup pot on the stove all day long.

He had already determined that the essence of Jiang Huiqin's version of the clear soup willow leaf swallow vegetables was in the mushroom soup, and the improvement of the dish could be completed when he boiled a suitable mushroom soup.

Even a little stunned.

Two weeks have passed, and Jiang Feng's soup boiling technology has improved a lot, but the soup that comes out is still indescribable.

He tried oyster mushrooms, enoki mushrooms, crab mushrooms, king oyster mushrooms, white jade mushrooms, Xiuzhen mushrooms, tea tree mushrooms, bisporus mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, slippery mushrooms, mouth mushrooms, lion's mane mushrooms, white spirit mushrooms, shimeji mushrooms, flower mushrooms, and straw mushrooms one by one, resulting in the smell of mushrooms in the back kitchen all the time, and even Jiang Jiankang's fried dishes have a hint of mushroom flavor. And the soup he boiled was also used by Comrade Wang Xiulian to send it to customers, and many customers have already reported to Ji Yue that the soup sent recently is difficult to drink.

Jiang Feng is cleaning enoki mushrooms.

He washed it very carefully, soaked it in water repeatedly, and carefully rubbed each one.

Jiang Jiankang was absentmindedly chopping vegetables while carefully observing Jiang Feng.

He felt that his son had not been normal lately.

It seems to be on a par with mushrooms, boiling mushroom soup from morning to night every day, and then using one of the pots of mushroom soup in the evening to make that strange white-fungus quail egg luncheon meat dish.

Shouldn't I go to the temple and ask my son for a talisman to ward off evil spirits?

Wang Xiulian walked to Jiang Jiankang with a pot of violently cleaned vegetables, put the basin heavily on the table, and shook the sturdy wooden table.

"What's wrong with my son lately?" asked Wang Xiulian in a low voice.

Jiang Jiankang shook his head: "I heard that there is a special spirit in the temple near here, do you want us to go and ask Xiao Feng for an exorcism tomorrow?"

"What nonsense, you've just fallen into the evil spirit!" Wang Xiulian glanced at Jiang Jiankang sideways, and then looked at Jiang Feng carefully, "I think it's better to call Dad over and let Dad take a look." ”

"What's the use of calling Dad?" Jiang Jiankang still felt that Jiang Feng might be evil.

"Dad's cooking skills are not higher than yours?Xiaofeng cooks this mushroom soup every day, and when Dad comes, wouldn't it be good to help him make the soup?" Wang Xiulian poured out the dishes, went back with a large empty plate and continued to wash the vegetables, "Remember to call!"

Although Jiang Jiankang felt that it was more useful to go to the temple to ask for a talisman, he couldn't help but listen to his wife's words, so he obediently put down the kitchen knife and went outside to call Mr. Jiang.

After listening to Jiang Jiankang's description of Jiang Feng's situation, Old Man Jiang was silent for a long time and promised to find time to go to City A.

After hanging up the phone, Old Man Jiang shouted at Grandma Jiang angrily: "Old woman, take out the bottle of wine I hid on the cabinet!"

"What kind of wine, in broad daylight, drink and drink, have you cooked pig food? Have you washed the vegetables? Have you swept the floor in the yard?" Grandma Jiang listened to Huangmei Opera in the room and roared back in a loud voice.

Old Man Jiang was not angry when he was yelled, he happily went to get the wine, poured a small glass shallowly, sat at the table and sipped it slowly.

Closing his eyes, Old Man Jiang babbled and sang an out-of-tune tune.

Grandma Jiang came out of the house and was about to bring wine to Old Man Jiang, and when she saw that he had already drunk and was still humming a little song, she knew that he was in a good mood and asked, "Who called just now, so happy?"

As he spoke, Grandma Jiang went to the kitchen to bring him a small plate of peanuts.

"Xiao Feng has a future, my Jiang family has a successor!"

Old Man Jiang opened his eyes and said with a smile.

His five sons are all talented in painting scoops according to gourds, and he can learn how he teaches, but why is the cook so rigid and inflexible?

He thought that this life would be like this, and the Jiang family's vegetables would be cut off in his hands.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, his talented grandson could still have this creation at the age of twenty.

Jiang Feng is so stunned that he is studying vegetables!

The devil is stunned, the devil is stunned!

Jiang Weiguo still remembers when he was a child when his father Jiang Chengde was studying dishes, for ten days and half a month, he didn't think about cooking, and he cooked the same dish in the kitchen all day as if he had fallen into an evil spirit.

The more Jiang Weiguo thought about it, the more excited he became, and said to Grandma Jiang: "Contact Old Man Wang tomorrow and ask his son to come over and slaughter Dahua." ”

"Slaughtered the big flower?" Grandma Jiang was stunned, "Didn't you say that when the big flower was 260 catties a few days ago, you said that you would wait for it to be 280 catties before slaughtering it?"

"Don't wait, don't wait, wait for it to 280 pounds, when will you go, and you will slaughter it tomorrow! "Jiang Wei National Road.

Now Grandma Jiang agreed: "Yes, Xiaofeng should make up for it, he is so thin, he doesn't look like the people of our Jiang family, he is still a cook, and his grandson is raised like this." ”

"It's too thin, at least 40 pounds long, and there has to be meat on this arm, otherwise you can't turn the spoon. Old man Jiang is also thinking about how to feed Jiang Feng 40 pounds to become a tall fat man who conforms to the aesthetics of the Jiang family.

"Do you want to take those two old hens I have?"

"Bring it with you, bring the game you pickled before, and the wild tea tree mushrooms you harvested. By the way, weren't there mushrooms on the warehouse beam before? It's quite fat, I'll pick it up and bring it later, Jiankang said that Xiaofeng recently made mushroom soup and brought it to him!"

The old man made the final decision.