When Li Cuihua's family came to Jiang's house with chickens, Jiang's family was having dinner.

It's so simple that it can even be called a humble dinner.

Because at the request of Grandma Jiang, I wanted to eat something sweet, and everyone couldn't drink meat porridge before the year, so they could only drink eight-treasure porridge. Two days ago, everyone drank porridge and ate some stir-fry, but today because the three chefs at home, Jiang Feng, Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo are all guarding the broth in the back kitchen, and there is no stir-fry, Jiang Feng just fried the pot of green vegetables for everyone to eat casually, and even the pickles were bought by Grandma Jiang in the town two days ago.

Eating this for the New Year, those who don't know think that the Jiang family is bankrupt.

When Li Cuihua grabbed the chicken and walked into the Jiang family's yard, she saw such a scene.

Everyone sat in the courtyard, each of them had a large bowl, in the bowl of eight-treasure porridge, the porridge was sprinkled with a little diced pickles, the chopsticks were sandwiched with ordinary pickles, and a small wooden table was set up near the door, and on the small wooden table was half a pot of green vegetables and a few plates of pickles.

How miserable and miserable it is, how sad and desolate it is.

Seeing this situation, Li Cuihua heard a song in her heart.

"Holding a nest head in his hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish......"

Of course, this is just what Li Cuihua saw, in fact, everyone in the Jiang family eats very fragrantly, snoring without stopping, bowl after bowl, Comrade Jiang Jiankang, a lover of sweets, is now drinking the fourth bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

The porridge of the king of porridge is not comparable to ordinary porridge.

The most important thing is that although there is no meat in the porridge, there is something in the air! Smell the delicious broth, drink the sweet and warm eight-treasure porridge, and eat the pickles that have no taste but are missing.

Meidi very.

"Cuihua, why are you here?" Grandma Jiang is old and has a small amount of food, so she has already finished drinking porridge and is wandering around the yard, and she was a little surprised to see Li Cuihua bring Zhao Liang here, "What are you bringing a chicken for?" Could it be that you can't even kill chickens now, so take it to my house and kill it." ”

Li Cuihua stuffed the chicken in front of Grandma Jiang, and said angrily: "I knew that your dog couldn't spit out ivory in his mouth." It's not that you haven't lived in the village for the past two years, and you don't have chickens at home, I don't think you were in a hurry to buy chickens two days ago, so I kindly sent you a chicken. ”

Grandma Jiang doesn't believe Li Cuihua's nonsense, the two of them are plastic sisters, and they have spent so many years doing equivalent exchanges, and they have never been in vain.

Grandma Jiang was about to open her mouth, but Grandpa Zhao Liang came with Zhao Liang's father holding a chicken, followed by the little tail of Zhao Liang's mother, who didn't catch the chicken but carried a bag of melon seeds.

Grandma Jiang: ?

What's the day? Sending warmth next door?

When the Zhao family came home, they found that everyone was just drinking porridge and couldn't help but be a little disappointed, but the play that should be played still had to be played, and after some politeness, Grandma Jiang accepted two fat old hens and a pound of melon seeds.

Just when the Zhao family was about to go home for dinner, Grandma Jiang finally found out her conscience and greeted warmly: "By the way, have you eaten?" Xiao Feng cooked two large pots of porridge today, there should be a little more in the kitchen, do you want to stay and eat together?"

Li Cuihua thought to herself, do I rarely have your eight-treasure porridge? Who doesn't have it. What she wanted to taste was chicken soup stewed in the kitchen, and she didn't know what it was.

Li Cuihua was about to refuse to go home for dinner, but Zhao Liang turned back on the spot and agreed directly: "Thank you, Grandma Jiang, our family went to buy New Year's goods this afternoon, and just arrived home, my grandma hasn't cooked yet." ”

Li Cuihua: ?

"It's really thanks to you that you said that I was kind two days ago, tomorrow will be Chinese New Year's Eve and I will only buy New Year's goods today, no wonder I don't have food at night." Grandma Jiang said helplessly, while going into the kitchen to scoop porridge for Li Cuihua's family.

Two minutes later, Li Cuihua's family integrated into the Jiang family, sat in a circle around the green vegetables, and drank porridge with a snort, and the sound of drinking porridge was louder than that of the Jiang family.

"Grandma, it's also eight-treasure porridge, why is Grandma Jiang's cooking at home completely different from ours. Zhao Liang put a bowl of porridge into his stomach and made a sound of wanting to be reincarnated.

Li Cuihua glanced at her grandson, and for the first time felt that the theory of the Jiang family next door to teach the child was quite right, the child could not succeed if he didn't fight, look at this little rabbit cub, he really beat less when he was a child, and now he dares to say this kind of nonsense.

"Your grandma Jiang's grandson can cook porridge, and I also have a grandson, why haven't I seen porridge to drink?"

Zhao Liang: ......

Zhao Liang's father snorted and drank porridge, secretly glad in his heart that he was his son.

While he was drinking, Jiang Feng came out of the kitchen.

Jiang Feng, Jiang Weiming and Jiang Weiguo were busy in the kitchen today, getting up early in the morning to hang the soup and clear soup, and now that the stock and clear soup have been basically completed, they are just the last to finish, and they began to deal with the ingredients and side dishes that need to be processed a day in advance. Although Jiang Feng is not very good at making pork dishes, it is impossible to say that the Jiang family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner does not have a few pork dishes.

Jiang Feng weighed the dishes he was good at and decided that the pork dishes would only be made of crab roe lion's head and plum cabbage button meat, and the plum cabbage button meat needed to use good pork belly, and when he was idle, Jiang Feng fried some lard residue by the way.

The three chefs divided most of the bowls in the kitchen, and Jiang Feng took out a small half pot to eat as a side dish for the Jiang family who were drinking porridge, and as soon as he came out of the kitchen with the basin, he bumped into Jiang Jiankang, who was about to go in to renew the fifth bowl of porridge.

"Dad, you want another bowl, don't you? That's right, I'll pour you some freshly fried lard residue here." After speaking, Jiang Feng poured Jiang Jiankang a small half bowl of lard residue, and Jiang Jiankang smiled and went into the kitchen while chewing on the lard residue.

Zhao Liang's father saw that his eyes were straight, and he shed tears of envy in his heart.

Why is Jiankang's life so good? It's just that he can be reincarnated, and it's better than him who can give birth.

It's enough to have a good father since childhood, and now there is a good son.

"Bright. Zhao Liang's father looked at Zhao Liang and sighed.

Zhao Liang: ???

After the Zhao family went back, they reminisced about the porridge for several hours, until they went to bed at night, and occasionally smashed it in their mouths, as if they were reminiscing about the taste of the bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

This aftertaste lasted until the Jiang family's kitchen turned off the fire, and all the processed ingredients were put into the refrigerator to refrigerate, and the smell was not over.

The Zhao family can also fall asleep peacefully, and continue to drink eight-treasure porridge in their dreams at night, by the way, they fantasize about the soup soup that they still don't know what it is, but it must smell very good.

Early in the morning of the second day, Zhao Liang was awakened by the aroma of food.

It's not that I smelled the aroma of the soup stock yesterday, but it's more fragrant, more delicious, and more visualized than the soup, and I can even smell the aroma of the meal that is probably cooking.

It tastes like chicken broth, but it's not just chicken broth.

Zhao Liang didn't change his clothes, he jumped up from the bed in his thermal underwear and went straight to the kitchen with a look of anticipation.

"Grandma, are you a stewed ......" Zhao Liang ran into the kitchen and found that Li Cuihua was still killing chickens with an unhappy face.

Today's smell is still coming from next door, not from your own kitchen.

"Get dressed, run around early in the morning without clothes, and don't worry about anything cold. ”

"Oh. ”

As soon as Zhao Liang returned to the house and got dressed and was about to wash his face and brush his teeth, he heard someone knocking on the door outside, and hurriedly opened the door to find that it was Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng was holding a small soup bowl in his hand, and the soup bowl was covered with a lid.

"Alas, Zhao Liang, you actually woke up, you woke up early enough, I thought you must be sleeping. Jiang Feng was a little surprised to see that it was Zhao Liang who opened the door.

Zhao Liang was embarrassed to tell him that he woke up smelling, scratched his head, and turned sideways to signal Jiang Feng to come in: "I just got up, my parents haven't gotten up, and my grandmother is still killing chickens and hasn't made breakfast yet." ”

"Our family is also having breakfast, and the first time I was in charge of the New Year's meal, I didn't control the amount of food I made too much, thinking that your family should have served it before eating. Jiang Feng put the soup bowl on the table, "This is chicken bean curd, you can't eat it as a meal, you'd better let your grandma cook noodles, cook more, otherwise it won't be enough to eat." ”

In fact, it is not Jiang Feng who has done too much at all, how can there be more chicken bean flowers, what do you want to say that you can't eat Jiang Jiankang's stomach for the first time.

Jiang Feng was originally preparing to treat chicken bean flowers as a dish on the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, but later counted the number of dishes and found that 19 dishes were not 18 auspicious, and cold dishes were not easy to remove, after all, those few dishes were fixed every year, so he simply moved the chicken bean flowers to eat in the morning.

Chicken bean curd with tomato egg noodles gives you a different breakfast experience.

As for the extra half bowl, it is true that Jiang Feng did not control the amount well, and there are so many more after one bowl per person. Originally, it could have been divided equally, Grandma Jiang remembered that Li Cuihua and her family brought two hens yesterday, and felt that exchanging a few bowls of porridge for two fat hens that had been raised all year was not in line with the law of equal trading of plastic sisters for so many years, so she asked Jiang Feng to take the remaining chicken bean flowers to the next door, so that the next door often had breakfast on the 30th of the Jiang family's New Year.

"Do you eat bean curd early in the morning?" Zhao Liang, like many ordinary people in Z City, didn't know what chicken bean curd was, thinking it was bean curd.

"There are also tomato egg noodles, today I am in charge of the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, there are more things, so I won't talk to you more and go back first." Wait a minute, remember to send the soup bowl back, we don't have enough bowls at home. Jiang Feng left the chicken bean flower and prepared to leave.

"Okay, do you want me to bring you two more bowls when I send them, we have a lot of bowls at home. Zhao Liang felt that the only thing they could handle in their kitchen was that there were many bowls.

"Okay, get me two larger ones, preferably basins, and if there are many plates, bring them both. Jiang Feng nodded.

"Wow, how many dishes are you going to cook for the New Year?"

"18 dishes, our family's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, you know, eat it in two tables, that is, 36 dishes." ”

"Wow. "Zhao Liang will only wow.

After Jiang Feng left, Li Cuihua came out of the kitchen, and when she saw that there was an extra soup bowl on the table, she knew that someone had just come to the house.

"Did someone come just now? I heard movement outside and thought it was your parents who got up, who sent it?" Li Cuihua pointed to the soup bowl.

"Jiang Feng sent it over just now, saying that it was a little more bean curd that their family made in the morning, and brought it over for us to taste. Zhao Liang explained, "And Jiang Feng's family is short of pots and plates this year, grandma, you will tell me which plates are not needed, and I will bring them together with this soup bowl." ”

"Not all of the things in the cabinet are useless, you can just take a few of them. Li Cuihua didn't care, and walked to the soup bowl to lift the lid to take a look, "What kind of bean curd do you eat in the morning, isn't it good to drink some porridge and eat noodles? ”

Lift the lid.

The fragrance is overflowing.

It is the smell of waking up Zhao Liangxiang in the morning.

Zhao Liang and Li Cuihua were stunned.

Because in their opinion, this soup bowl is just an ordinary bowl of bean curd that has not been sprinkled with sugar. But the smell coming out of this bowl is clearly telling them that this is definitely not an ordinary bowl of bean curd.

"Liangliang, what did you just say Xiao Feng brought?" Li Cuihua began to doubt life.

"Bean... Douhua, right?" Zhao Liang was not sure.

Li Cuihua pointed to the chicken bean curd in the soup bowl, took a deep breath, and exhaled again.

"You call this bean curd?"