At six o'clock in the evening of December 21, Jiang Feng took a large plate of three-pound fruit platter salad that he had just made and walked the stairs to Jiang Jiankang's house downstairs, and happened to bump into Jiang Shoucheng who had just returned from work from the hospital and was wearing a thick down jacket with the smell of disinfectant on his body.

Jiang Feng looked at the down jacket on Jiang Shoucheng's body, which was heavier than the fruit platter in his hand, and then looked down at the thread shirt on his body, even if there was no wind in the corridor, he still couldn't help but shiver.

At the same time, I was a little happy.

The heating was so nice!

"Brother Cheng, did you just get off work?" Jiang Feng asked with a smile.

"I asked the director for leave and came back from work early, and the department is not busy today. Jiang Shoucheng knocked on the door, and there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the house, and when he heard it, he knew that the tonnage was at least more than two hundred and forty catties, either Jiang Jianguo or Jiang Jiankang.

The door opened.

Sure enough, it was Jiang Jiankang.

"Smash!" Jiang Jiankang shouted excitedly, completely ignoring the nephew in front of him who was impossible to ignore at all, walked up to Jiang Feng with an arrow step, took the fruit platter in his hand with a face full of concern, "It's so cold, how can you wear such a little bit, even if it's only two steps away, you can put on a coat, what if you are blown by the wind and freeze and catch a cold?"

Originally, Jiang Feng went to college in City A, and Jiang Jiankang had never been so excited to see him for half a year, maybe this is the charm of making an appointment.

If it weren't for making an appointment, Jiang Jiankang wouldn't have known that he wanted to see his son smash so much.

After speaking, Jiang Jiankang turned his head to look at Jiang Shoucheng: "Chengcheng, you just take the garbage at the door down and throw it away." ”

Jiang Shoucheng: ?

The door closed mercilessly, Jiang Shoucheng was blocked out of the door, with two more bags of garbage in his hand, and Jiang Feng was welcomed into the warm home and embraced the beautiful heating again.

There were already quite a few people in the house.

The old man is still making dumplings at the coffee table, and he is the only one making them, and it is obvious that today's dumplings are the sole responsibility of the old man, and no one else is allowed to interfere. Grandma Jiang was cooking dumplings in the kitchen, Wang Xiulian, aunt, and Jiang Jianguo were all around the dining table to cut fruits, and there was a gram electronic scale next to the aunt, and there was a calculator, which kept knocking and calculating the estimated calories.

The eldest aunt's weight loss is always very serious, scientific and rigorous, but it has no effect.

Jiang Jiandang sat on the sofa chair by the window and studied Jiang Shoucheng's textbooks, Jiang Jianye and Jiang Jianshe had nothing to do, and the fourth aunt and Jiang Weiming could only sit on the sofa and watch TV.

At this time, there may be careful readers who want to ask, what about Jiang Ran, who has never had a sense of existence and was almost expelled from the Jiang family tree, he and Jiang Feng are in the same class.

Jiang Ran wanted to go abroad for further study and master's degree before, but later felt that the fish and chips in a certain country were really not delicious, so he stayed in school to protect his research, and now he is still trapped in the magic capital, and he is going farther and farther on the road of studying.

Jiang Feng glanced around the room and found that Wu Minqi was not there.

Today's winter solstice eats dumplings, but Taifeng Building is still open for business, and the people who gather together are the Jiang family. Wu Minqi is the granddaughter-in-law of the Jiang family, so she can be regarded as the Jiang family, and it stands to reason that eating dumplings on the winter solstice will definitely not leave her.

"Dad, won't Kiki come to eat dumplings at night?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Kiki went to get the cake, I'll come back later. Jiang Jiankang said happily.

"Cake?" Jiang Feng was shocked, he had only eaten dumplings on the winter solstice and had never heard of eating cakes on the winter solstice, could this be the legendary combination of Chinese and Western?

The topic is here, Jiang Weiming, who has been concentrating on watching TV, has something to say. Jiang Weiming helplessly glanced at the old man who was still making dumplings, and explained: "They all want to get it, saying that it is rare for everyone to get together on the winter solstice today, and they want to make up for my birthday." ”

On Jiang Weiming's 99th birthday last year, Jiang Feng said that he would do a big deal when Jiang Weiming was 100 years old, but it really came to Jiang Weiming's 100th birthday, which coincided with the eventful autumn of Taifeng Building. Jiang Weiming didn't want to make a big deal about it, in his words, the tradition of the Jiang family is that the birthday is no more than 100 years old, and it has always been ninety-nine, just eating a bowl of longevity noodles is considered a birthday, and the whole family doesn't even get together for a meal.

Jiang Yong ordered a birthday cake for Jiang Weiming at the cake shop as he did last year.

"Of course, you should make up for your birthday, what you said is not to make a big deal and everyone has a meal together, let's eat dumplings together today, it should be to make up for your birthday. Jiang Feng smiled and sat down on the sofa.

There was a knock on the door again, and it was obvious that Jiang Shoucheng's garbage had been emptied and returned, and Jiang Jiankang went to open the door.

"How's the practice?" the old man asked suddenly.

"Ah, just... It's okay. Jiang Feng didn't know how to describe his progress in the past half a month, it was impossible to say that there was nothing at all, his porridge was getting better and better, and the fruit plate was cut well.

If you want to say that there is no progress, the progress bar of Jiang's ginseng soup is like sticking to the ground, and you can't kick it.

"What's okay?" the old man was obviously dissatisfied with Jiang Feng's specious answer.

"Okay, the big holiday is the same as the final inspection results, Xiao Feng is not a child, he must know it in his heart. Besides, with his current level, even if he encounters a problem, do you think the two of us are sure to solve it for him?" Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

The old man was so choked that he couldn't speak, so he could only bow his head and concentrate on making dumplings.

There are many people in the family and they can eat, and if they don't pack more, they won't be enough to eat at all.

"But Xiao Feng, the third grandfather has something to ask you. Jiang Weiming's words changed sharply, from a gentle parent to a bad relative who asked about the final grades.

"Did you encounter any problems when making Jiang's ginseng soup?" Jiang Weiming looked at Jiang Feng.

His question directly confused Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng didn't expect Jiang Weiming to see it.

The dishes he has cooked every day for the past half a month are very rich, and it stands to reason that others can't see that the dish he really studied is Jiang's ginseng soup. He never said why he was in retreat all of a sudden, he just said that he wanted to concentrate on practicing and find a taste for cooking.

The most important thing is that Jiang Weiming has only come to the house to see him once in the past half a month, and he chatted with Jiang Feng for more than half an hour, and the conversation was all about Jiang Weiming's experience in cooking over the years, which can be regarded as an exchange of experience.

"No... Nothing too much of a problem. Jiang Feng was shocked and stammered a little when he spoke, which was completely exposed.

Jiang Feng knew very well that his problem was not easy to say.

If he tells others that the biggest bottleneck he is encountering now is that he finds that he has no style of cooking, then no one will believe it. In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Feng's cooking style is called changeable, and it can be said that it is super stylish, and among so many masters in the country, Jiang Feng's cooking style is the most unique.

If Jiang Feng said this, then others would definitely have to ask him why his other dishes had no style, and if Jiang Feng truthfully answered that the dishes he had made before were all imitations, it would inevitably lead to more serious and difficult to explain questions.

Impersonate whom?

How could he imitate those deceased masters he had never met.

So Jiang Feng chose to hide it, because he didn't think that he could get help from others to tell the truth.

But now, Jiang Weiming actually saw it.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Weiming, Jiang Weiming's slightly cloudy eyes were full of love and concern, as if encouraging him, like a hard stone wall, reliable and reliable.

There seemed to be a kind of magic in this look, a magic that allowed Jiang Feng to tell the truth and seek the help of the elders who loved him.

Jiang Feng hesitated for a moment and said.

"Indeed...... Something went wrong. Jiang Feng worked hard to organize the language so that it didn't all sound so ridiculous.

"I feel...... I'm not cooking my own food. ”

The old man stopped what he was doing.

Jiang Feng squinted, a little confused: "I feel like I'm just copying the answers according to the reference answers, without my own thoughts and my own things." No matter what you cook, you don't feel like you're your own. ”

"Those good dishes are not my own, but the dishes such as fried shredded potatoes and scrambled eggs with chili seem to be my own. But my own is not brilliant, only when I make porridge I feel different, I feel very smooth and comfortable, I don't need to think so much, I just need to do everything according to my own feelings. ”

"I've been thinking about how to make those dishes my own, I think I'm good at knife work, but knife work doesn't seem to change anything, there's no way to change the taste, there's no way to make it better, sometimes I can't even make it look better. ”

After Jiang Feng finished speaking, he took a fancy to the old man and Jiang Weiming, hoping that the two of them could understand a little.

Jiang Weiming may have understood a little, but the old man was at a loss, and his face was full of what you said.

Jiang Feng didn't hear back for a long time.

"I'm going to pour a glass of juice. Jiang Feng decided to relieve the embarrassment by drinking juice, and ran to the dining table to ask his aunt for juice to drink.

The eldest aunt enthusiastically took out orange juice, orange juice, grape juice and apple juice Gong Jiangfeng to choose, and said that if he didn't mind waiting, he could make him a cup of fruit tea on the spot.

Of course, Jiang Feng didn't mind, and took root at the dining table, and the eldest aunt turned into a fruit tea tea master and began to mix on the spot.

"What did Xiao Feng just say?" the old man threw the dough that he had been holding in his hand for a long time onto the board.

"He's looking for his own way. Jiang Weiming smiled happily.

Old man: ???

Can he hear a word he can understand before eating dumplings today?

Seeing that the old man didn't understand, Jiang Weiming smiled and changed his expression to explain to him: "Little brother, do you remember that when you were a child, your father often visited the masters of other restaurants, and he went for two or three days, and after he came back, he locked himself in the kitchen. He often forgot that he didn't go to Taifeng Building when the time was up, so that Mr. Lu often came to his house to look for him. ”

The old man nodded, of course he remembered.

That was a major turning point in Jiang Chengde's culinary skills, that is, since then, Jiang Chengde has truly achieved the best of hundreds of schools and truly carried forward the Jiang family cuisine.

"I think it lasted for two or three years, and I used to lie on the kitchen window and watch what my dad was doing in the kitchen. The old man said.

"Do you remember what he was doing?"

"It's just cooking, what else can there be?" The old man didn't understand why Jiang Weiming was saying this.

"Xiao Feng is doing the same thing now as he did back then. ”

The old man was stunned.

I just felt incredible, turned my head to look at my grandson who was waiting to drink fruit tea, my eyes were full of desire for fruit tea, how I didn't look at it, how I didn't look like a person who was doing such an earth-shattering thing.

"Are you sure?" The old man felt that Jiang Weiming was thinking too much, even if Jiang Feng's progress in the past two years had far exceeded his expectations and understanding, the four words of founding a sect were still too far away from Jiang Feng.

If Jiang Feng was really doing the same thing as Jiang Chengde back then, then he was starting a sect.

Who started a sect and set up a sect to shut himself up in the house to study it alone, and it is not Wang Yang who will be at home tomorrow to learn about bamboo and things. Jiang Chengde was also chatting with this master back then, and the master chatted.

"Wait for the knock. Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"I can't be wrong. ”

(End of chapter)