Early the next morning, Jiang Feng boiled porridge for Chen Xiuxiu in the kitchen as usual.

With the basic skills of making porridge, boiling a simple pot of barley porridge has become very handy.

There is only one kind of coix as an ingredient, so you don't need to weigh it, just grab a handful, and your intuition will tell Jiang Feng how much rice to match with how many barley. Jiang Feng, who used to dislike the stinginess of the game, is now talking about the real fragrance again and again.

It smells so good!

Seeing that the porridge water in the pot began to tumble and become viscous, Jiang Feng began to stir.

When the door opened, he didn't care, it was estimated that Comrade Wang Xiulian came back to get something.

"Porridge?" An old, serious and familiar voice came from behind him.

As soon as Jiang Feng turned around, Old Man Jiang Weiguo was standing behind him.

"Master...... Grandpa!"

Jiang Weiguo snatched the big spoon from Jiang Feng's hand, looked at the pot closely, and scolded: "What are you boiling?

Jiang Feng could only laugh dryly on the side.

Jiang Weiguo skillfully turned down the heat while stirring the porridge in the pot at a constant speed: "The heat is not well adjusted, look at this porridge, it has been thickened by you!

The old lady of the Jiang family was angry, and Jiang Feng could only stand by obediently and listen.

After a while, the porridge came out of the pot.

【A bowl of barley porridge with a decent taste】

Old man Jiang Weiguo only rescued this pot porridge for more than ten minutes before turning it into a bowl of porridge with acceptable taste, Jiang Feng couldn't help but sigh while drinking the porridge while blowing on the bowl.

The gap between a cook and a cook can really be bigger than the gap between a man and a pig.

Just thinking about the pigs raised by the old man Jiang Weiguo, he could eat the pig food he cooked by himself every day, and Jiang Feng was extremely jealous.

Jiang Feng took two bowls of porridge and sent them to the next door.

"Two bowls?" Chen Xiuxiu, who had made up her mind to drink porridge on the last day, looked at the two bowls of porridge in front of her in surprise.

"My grandfather is here, and he helped control the heat of this porridge, and he gave Uncle Chen a taste. By the way, is Uncle Chen here?" Jiang Feng asked.

"My dad was sleeping. Because Mr. Jiang Weiguo has been in the countryside for more than ten years, Chen Xiuxiu has never had the pleasure of tasting the dishes he cooks.

Jiang Feng didn't stay long, he needed to know why the old man came here without saying a word.

Isn't there something going on in the countryside?

"Grandpa, why don't you say hello when you come, I'll pick you up at the station!" Jiang Feng went back to see that the old man was inspecting the kitchen.

"I'm in good health, and I'm going to take something. Jiang Weiguo looked at the kitchen utensils and began to open the refrigerator to check the ingredients, "This pork looks like hormone meat and threw it away." ”

Jiang Feng hurriedly obeyed the old man's orders and threw away the meat.

"I've also seen the porridge you just cooked, and it's a lot better than your previous cooking skills when you didn't eat pigs, so let's fall in love." Old man Jiang Weiguo said.

Jiang Feng: ???

"When your uncle's little rabbit cub was young, it was like asking him to learn to cook as if he wanted his life, and once he fell in love with your aunt, he drilled into the kitchen every day in order to please her. ”

Jiang Feng felt that the old man might be recalling the past now in order to elicit the later words.

"I dreamed of your grandfather last night. In his dream, he scolded me for breaking the inheritance of Jiang's cuisine, and also scolded me for giving birth to five unscrupulous offspring, each of which could carry forward Jiang's cuisine. Jiang Weiguo sighed, "Your dad is like this in his life, he can only be a cook who is more than enough, none of your cousins have a talent for cooking, and your two cousins look very strong, but they can't even lift the spoon." ”

"I thought about it all night, and you still have some talent in the junior. Jiang Weiguo looked at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng: !!

Jiang Feng knew what the old man was thinking.

The children of the Jiang family, when they were young, had to be sent to the old man to learn to cook every holiday. The old man thought he was small, thin and looked weak, so he hung him for more than a year just by letting him hang the sandbag.

What summer practice is dog dog and winter practice is light.

I practiced knife work for six years, and the potatoes, cucumbers, radish, and tofu I cut were all taken by the old man to feed the pigs.

Jiang Feng only started touching the pot when he was in the second year of junior high school.

I touched the pot for a year, and I didn't count half a hang, I didn't learn much about the heat, side dishes, etc., so I began to prepare for the high school entrance examination in the third year of junior high school.

Later, I lived in high school, was busy with my studies, and was abandoned for four years, and then I never went to the old man to learn to cook.

Jiang Feng's three cousins also came over like this, but the cooking time was not as long as Jiang Feng's, and the old man drove him back before he finished practicing the knife work.

The six years of learning knife work are really sad to think about.

Sometimes I'm really cutting cucumbers in my dreams.

Sure enough, what are you afraid of.

"Didn't your dad come to your school to open a new store? "Old Comrade Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Jiankang are not lost to being father and son, but they like to dream.

"From today onwards, you will learn to cook with me!"

"Ha?!" Jiang Feng seemed to see himself cutting pig food every day a few years ago, "Grandpa, I usually have to go to class this time!"

"Winter and summer vacations! After graduating from college, I will practice for more than ten years, and they all say that diligence can make up for clumsiness, your grandfather and I are very good, and it is not a problem to teach you for more than ten years!" Jiang Weiguo is full of ambition.

Jiang Feng: ......

Okay grandpa, no problem grandpa, you're right grandpa.

How do you say that, elders always like to force their unfulfilled dreams on their children.

The great ideal of reviving Jiang Jiacai should be realized by leaving it to your future children!

Cub, Dad is optimistic about you!

The arrival of Old Man Jiang Weiguo caused a sensation in the entire Jiang family.

Jiang Jiankang's shop was also not open, and after receiving Jiang Weiguo's instructions, he went to the farmers' market to buy vegetables, and the second uncle Jiang Jiandang and the second aunt Li Mingli also heard the news, and even Jiang Feng's second cousin Jiang Shoucheng (the child of the second uncle) also bought the nearest high-speed rail ticket and rushed back.

At lunchtime, four tall fat men surrounded the door of the Jiang family's kitchen, smelling and drooling.

"Third brother, you are still blessed!" Jiang Jiandang sighed.

"I didn't expect Xiao Feng to have this kind of creation. Jiang Jiankang sighed, "Last night, I just thought that Xiao Feng, the kid, still had a bit of talent for cooking, and our father came." ”

"Our father's cooking skills have improved again. Jiang Jiandang recalled the happy time when he was a child and could eat the dishes made by the old man at a time, "This pot of steamed meat is much more fragrant than last year's New Year." ”

"If you don't come in to help, do you two little rabbit cubs want to exhaust me?" Jiang Weiguo looked at the two cooks who were not as good as his own sons, so he didn't fight together, "When your grandfather is here, the cabbage can be fried to the taste of fairy grass!"

Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang hurriedly went into the kitchen to cut vegetables and wash vegetables, blocking the originally large kitchen.

At twelve o'clock, the table was full of eight dishes and one soup full of color, flavor and flavor.

Jiang Feng sat around the five fat people, feeling that he was out of place with the Jiang family.

That's right.

It's the feeling of the New Year!

Four happy meatballs, nine turns of large intestine, pot wrapped meat, sour shredded potatoes, jar meat, fried double crispy, a product of tofu, stir-fried water spinach and a dish of West Lake beef soup, even the New Year does not have this treatment!

Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli have been married to the Jiang family for so many years, and they have seen this posture.

"Eating, what are you doing in a daze?" Jiang Weiguo didn't like to see them look like they hadn't seen the world.

"Eat, eat!" everyone echoed.

"By the way, Xiaofeng, you go and call Xiuxiu and your Uncle Chen over to eat together. Jiang Jiankang suddenly remembered, turned his head and explained to Jiang Weiguo, "They are our old neighbors, Chen Dusleeve should remember, right?"

Jiang Weiguo nodded: "That kid always came to our house to eat vegetables when he was a child. ”

Jiang Feng went next door, and Chen Dusleeve happened to be at home.

"Uncle Chen, my grandfather made a table of dishes, and my father asked me to come over and invite you to eat together. Jiang Feng said.

"Uncle Jiang is here?" Chen Dusleeve was suddenly excited, and walked quickly to the door, like an old lady grabbing discounted goods in the supermarket, "Xiuxiu, go to your Uncle Jiang's house, you won't be able to eat if it's late!"

Jiang Feng looked at the two cleaned empty bowls on the table, and looked at Chen Xiuxiu with some confusion: "Didn't you tell Uncle Chen that the porridge in the morning was made by my grandfather?"

Chen Xiuxiu: ......

He turned his head slightly and didn't look at Jiang Feng: "I forgot." ”

Jiang Feng had just entered the door with Chen Xiuxiu, and before he walked to the table, he heard the old man say, "Xiaofeng, your girlfriend is a little thin!"

"Look at your second aunt, looking for a daughter-in-law is to find such a blessed person!"

Li Mingli raised her head proudly.

In terms of weight tonnage, Wang Xiulian is still a little worse than Li Mingli.

"Yes, yes, Jiang Bo said yes. Chen Dusleeve ate the meat in the jar with joy, "Xiuxiu, girls just need to be fat to look good, come on, eat fast meat." ”

Two more pairs of chopsticks have been added to the table.

Chen Xiuxiu looked at the big meat on the table, and only felt that saliva was secreting at a rapid pace.

Good......

It smells so good!