Now that the zongzi have been out of the pot and Jiang Feng has peeled the zongzi leaves and placed them on the plate, the salted duck eggs should naturally be served.

By the time Jiang Feng went out with the zongzi, Grandma Jiang had already finished touching the mahjong table, with a winner's smile on her face.

The personnel on the mahjong table have also changed significantly, Zhang Weiyu and Qi Rou have withdrawn from the game, and the new additions are Chen Suhua and Jiang Weiming, but I don't know if Sang Ming is under pressure among these three mah friends who are more than 200 years old together.

Seeing Jiang Feng coming out with two plates of zongzi, the others were also very knowledgeable and went to the back kitchen to help serve zongzi. All kinds of shapes are different, the forms are different, and even some don't look like zongzi at all, a glutinous rice dumpling zongzi is placed on the table, cut into two halves, golden flowing oil, salted duck eggs followed, has been watching people play mahjong or vainly trying to take the opportunity to fall in love with the crowd have stretched out their chopsticks to eat.

Ji Yue picked up a pair of chopsticks and poked at a dumpling that was extremely ugly but closest to her.

Ji Yue took a bite, and Jiang Feng, who was sitting next to her, keenly noticed that she had bitten the flesh. Although this zongzi is very ugly, the meat of the bread is really not small, and Jiang Feng speculated that this zongzi should be wrapped by Jiang Zaide.

The contrast between the beauty and ugliness of the zongzi on the table is very stark, basically only the zongzi wrapped by Grandma Jiang and Chen Suhua are in line with the aesthetics of normal people. There is a big difference between the two of them - Chen Suhua, as a northerner, makes small and delicate zongzi, with a small triangle shape. Grandma Jiang, as a southerner, made two zongzi wrapped by Chen Suhua on her head, the Yangtze River Delta type, one can top an ordinary female college student for a meal.

Wu Minqi didn't know how to wrap zongzi, but she tried it at the beginning and found that it didn't work, and then she went to help Ji Xue peel beans, but she didn't see the process of Chen Suhua and Grandma Jiang wrapping zongzi, but simply relied on the instinct of liking beautiful things to stretch the chopsticks to the Yangtze triangle-shaped zongzi that Grandma Jiang wrapped closest to her.

"Kiki, you eat this, this zongzi I peeled out first, it should be cold. Jiang Feng poked a zongzi produced by Chen Suhua with chopsticks and put the zongzi into Wu Minqi's bowl.

Wu Minqi was a little puzzled, she remembered that the few zongzi that Jiang Feng peeled first just now were all big zongzi, and the small zongzi were all peeled last.

"That zongzi was made by my grandmother, and my grandma made zongzi... Compare... Really. Jiang Feng lowered his voice and explained.

Grandma Jiang's zongzi is not only sincere, if the zongzi is cold, you can eat it directly as glutinous rice.

Grandma Jiang wraps zongzi is full of chopsticks poke, poke and add a little more when it is tight, poke and poke again, poke out a little gap and add a point, the finished zongzi taste more than the ordinary zongzi. Grandma Jiang will wrap the zongzi like this is also because the Jiang family itself is in a special situation, nearly ten big fat boys can eat one by one, and the Jiang family will have to eat zongzi for several days before and after the Dragon Boat Festival.

This also leads to the fact that the zongzi is almost tasteless except for the meat part, and a zongzi gathers the meat zongzi and the white zongzi of pure glutinous rice, and the fragrance of the zongzi leaves and glutinous rice is there, but after eating the meaty part, there is always a little gap.

Therefore, in order to make the whole zongzi have a meaty taste, the Jiang family cooks the zongzi not with white water, but with broth.

Before eating zongzi, the Jiang family always has to eat a few meals of slightly fatty braised pork, and eating the remaining broth has become the key to creating Grandma Jiang's delicious meat dumplings.

Today, Mude broth, and the meat dumplings produced by Grandma Jiang are as sincere as ever.

Jiang Feng swept around their table, only Qi Rou was eating the zongzi wrapped by Grandma Jiang, and it was a little difficult to bite it, it seemed that her teeth were not very good at her young age.

After searching among the many zongzi on the table, Jiang Feng finally found the ugly and featureless zongzi he had wrapped, and quickly poked it into his bowl with chopsticks.

When he picks the meat, he picks the meat very carefully, fat and thin, although it is ugly, the taste must be very good.

Ji Yue ate the zongzi in her bowl in a few bites, and tasted the meat in her mouth a little unfinished, but thinking about the number on the scale this morning, she controlled her desire to eat the second one, and began to chat with the person next to her in order to divert her attention from thinking about eating zongzi.

"What are we going to do later?" Ji Yue asked, she knew that the zongzi at noon today was just an appetizer, and the highlight was to celebrate Jiang Weiming's birthday in the evening.

There is also eating hot pot.

"Our people in the back kitchen are going to the kitchen to cook, if you don't mind, you can deal with the ingredients for the hot pot tonight. Didn't Sang Ming bring two mahjong pieces? You can also play mahjong. Jiang Feng said, took a big bite of meat, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, "Why don't you eat it." ”

“...... I'm full. Ji Yue tried to control herself from looking at the zongzi on the table.

"Have you eaten salted duck eggs? This salted duck eggs are particularly delicious, you see, they are all double yellow, but the whites are a little salty. Jiang Feng warmly recommends salted duck eggs that no one cares about for the time being.

Ji Yue hesitated for a moment, and decisively stretched out her hand to half of the salted duck egg that had been cut.

He noticed that Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide had already solved the second one, and they were both looking at the few remaining zongzi on the table with eyes like a falcon looking for prey.

"Brother De, the zongzi near the middle of the big plate was wrapped by yourself. Jiang Feng kindly suggested.

Jiang Zaide was overjoyed and stretched out his chopsticks to poke away his large piece of meat dumplings.

Wu Minqi also finished eating the small meat dumplings in the bowl.

"Kiki, do you still want zongzi?" Jiang Feng asked.

Wu Minqi nodded, picked among the only 9 zongzi left on the table, and finally picked the zongzi that was so ugly that it did not have the characteristics of the Jiang family.

"I want that!" Wu Minqi pointed to the zongzi on the plate farthest away from her, and Jiang Feng got up to help her clip the zongzi.

Ji Yue turned her head silently, she felt that her right side was flashing a little.