What is home?

For most people, home is firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and it is also qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and wine. Home is a small house, a small house where you can smell the smell of food as soon as you get home.

This is the case with Jiang Yong's home.

Jiang Yong has worked in "Zhiwei" magazine for many years, and Xu Cheng has always been generous to his subordinate employees, and it is precisely because of this that Jiang Yong can have a small house with three bedrooms and two living rooms in the magic capital with a good location on the premise that he is not a local.

Jiang Yong's house was purchased decades ago, and the community is relatively old, belonging to the category of waiting for demolition. Because of the old community, there is no heating, and when Jiang Feng and the three of them arrived, they could feel the air conditioning in the house as soon as they pushed the door, which was warm and dry.

The air conditioner was not ventilated, and the indoor air was not well ventilated, and Jiang Weiming coughed twice and rubbed his nose as soon as he walked in.

Jiang Yong's wife, Lin Juan, is a native of the magic capital, and she has met Jiang Weiming only a handful of times since marrying Jiang Yong. After hearing the sound of the door opening, Lin Juan hurriedly walked out of the kitchen, still holding a spatula in her hand, and wearing an apron on her body, dressed like a housewife.

"Dad, I've been lucky along the way. This is Xiao Feng, your second uncle often mentions you to me at home, I heard that you are a chef, and your skills are very good, and today your aunt is ugly in front of you. Lin Juan said with a smile, turned her head and shouted into the house, "Jiang Xiaoran, your grandfather and your cousin are here, what are you still doing in the house, don't come out soon!"

"Jiang Yong, take good care of Dad, Dad, Xiaofeng, don't stand in the foyer, it's close to the door, come in and sit on the sofa. The dishes in my pot haven't finished frying yet, and there are still about ten minutes before the meal starts. After speaking, Lin Juan went into the kitchen.

"Put less material. Jiang Yong reminded, "Be lighter." ”

"Got it. ”

Jiang Yong dragged the suitcase into the room, and Jiang Feng and Jiang Weiming changed their slippers.

Jiang Yong's house is not big, but there are a lot of things, and there are no less than three or four cabinets within the range that Jiang Feng can see in the living room and dining room alone, and each cabinet is stuffed to the brim. On the coffee table, on the TV cabinet, on the entrance cabinet, there were basically no places where things could be placed, and Jiang Feng even found a professional book related to computers in the corner of the sofa.

After Jiang Yong finished putting his luggage, he came out of the room and beckoned to Jiang Feng: "Xiao Feng, come over for a moment." ”

After speaking, Jiang Yong pushed open the door of the other room: "Xiao Ran, didn't your mother call you out just now? What are you still doing in the room? Your grandfather and your cousin are here, and they don't know how to come out to call someone." ”

There was a young man in the room, who was originally typing on the keyboard on the computer, and when he heard Jiang Yong's words, he stopped and reluctantly stopped and got up: "Dad, I'm fixing the bug, I'll come out later." ”

"Change bugs, change bugs, you know to change bugs every day, you change every day, I haven't seen you finish correcting. Your grandfather and cousin are here, and people have come all the way from Beiping to work so hard all the way, so you have to come out to see someone and ask you three times and four times, why didn't I find out that you were so expensive?" Jiang Yong said angrily, "This is your cousin Jiang Feng, the son of your third cousin." ”

Jiang Xiaoran looked at Jiang Feng with a somewhat embarrassed expression, and it was embarrassing to meet his cousin who had not seen him for more than 20 years.

"Hello, my name is Jiang Xiaoran, and I am... It's your cousin. ”

Jiang Yong slapped Jiang Xiaoran helplessly: "How can you talk like this, go to the living room to make a cup of tea for your grandfather, and the tea leaves are on the cabinet." ”

"Oh. Jiang Xiaoran walked out.

Jiang Feng began to look at Jiang Xiaoran's room, the decoration was very simple, a computer desk, a bookcase and a bed, but I didn't know why there were two beds. The one against the wall was a normal single bed, and the other looked like a makeshift folding bed.

There are also many boxes in the corner, one of which is opened, and it is full of apples, which should be part of the New Year's goods purchased by Jiang Yong's family for the New Year.

"Your cousin works in a game company, and he either stays at the company or stays at home every day and doesn't go out or communicate with others, so he doesn't talk much. Jiang Yong pointed to the small folding bed, "Xiao Feng, your cousin and I don't have enough rooms in this house, so I can only grieve you to sleep on this small folding bed tonight." Because there is no room for other things in this room, I will put your luggage in the next room for you. ”

"Thank you for the second uncle, I only stayed one night, so it was good. Jiang Feng said with a smile, looking at the row of figures on the computer desk.

The empress, various ship girls, Maise red Risu, Hatsune Miku, and Kame Madoka.

Even if he is green, he is a master, and there is no shortage of wives.

Jiang Yong and Jiang Feng introduced other facilities, focusing on old flush toilets that often break down and water heaters that are also old and occasionally break down. When the two came out of the bathroom, they happened to see Jiang Xiaoran a little nervous, sitting stiffly beside Jiang Weiming, rubbing his hands and looking around blindly, but he didn't dare to look at Jiang Weiming.

I knew that he was chatting with my grandfather, but I didn't know that I thought he was on a blind date.

Although Jiang Xiaoran is Jiang Weiming's grandson, he has not seen Jiang Weiming for many years. Even if Jiang Weiming's wife was still alive, Jiang Yonghui would take his wife and children back to Shu for the New Year, just eat a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, stay at home for one night and leave.

Although Jiang Xiaoran and Jiang Weiming are grandchildren, they are no different from strangers, passing by on the road, Jiang Xiaoran can't recognize Jiang Weiming as his grandfather.

Jiang Feng and Jiang Yong sat down on the sofa and joined the awkward silence.

Don't look at Jiang Yong's enthusiasm when he picked up people, and his father called him very kindly and naturally, but if he and Jiang Weiming sat face to face and spoke, he couldn't say a word.

Jiang Feng is not to mention, if others don't cue him, he will definitely not speak.

The four men surnamed Jiang sat on the sofa and were silent.

The meal ended the silence.

Although there were only 5 people eating, because this meal was of great significance, Lin Juan burned a table of good dishes.

Stir-fried beef, stir-fried broccoli, sautéed shredded potatoes, braised pork ribs, sweet and sour tenderloin, braised shrimp, tamales, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and roasted chicken with chestnuts. It's all home-cooked and extraordinarily hearty.

It's just average.

As soon as everyone sat down, before they could stretch their chopsticks, Jiang Yong noticed the abnormality on the dinner table: "Juanzi, where is the soup?"

Lin Juan, who had just taken off the apron bench and was not yet sitting on the hot seat, patted her head and was about to get up: "Alas, I forgot, I just said that when I was cooking just now, I always felt that something was missing, you wait, I'll go and make you a seaweed egg soup." ”

Jiang Weiming waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need, it's not easy for Lin Juan to cook so many dishes, and if there is no soup, there will be no soup." ”

"Dad, what's the line with no soup for this meal, it won't take two minutes to make a seaweed egg soup. "Jiang Yongdao.

Jiang Weiming got up: "Lin Juan has been busy all afternoon, I'll make this soup." ”

"How can this work, Dad, you rest, I'll do it. Lin Juan hurriedly stopped.

"You all rest, why don't you just make a soup? When I was in Beiping, I was still making a cannon dolphin, Xiaofeng, do you say?" Jiang Weiming suddenly said Jiang Feng.

"Yes, yes, grandpa also made a cannon dolphin yesterday, and his craftsmanship has not regressed at all, but it is better. Jiang Feng, who hadn't eaten a bite of the cannon porpoise, began to open his eyes and talk nonsense.

Jiang Yong and Lin Juan couldn't resist Jiang Weiming, so they could only let him go into the kitchen to make soup. Jiang Weiming didn't go to the table to move the chopsticks, everyone didn't dare to move the chopsticks, and sat quietly at the table waiting for Jiang Weiming to make the soup.

"Xiao Feng, how are you doing in Beiping lately, is the business in the store okay?" Jiang Yong was the first to speak and broke the silence.

"It's good, but the temperature in Peking is relatively low, and when you go out, you have to pay attention to the cold and keep warm, and you are not afraid of anything if there is heating indoors. Thanks to "Zhiwei", the business of the store has been very good since January, and it has been busy every day, and three new chefs were hired in January. Jiang Feng said with a smile, feeling that his throat was a little dry and took a sip of water.

"It's good to have heating, your aunt and I are planning to change the house next year and install heating in the new house. "Jiang Yongdao.

As soon as he talked about washing the heating, Jiang Feng noticed the problem of the air conditioner: "By the way, the second uncle, the third grandfather, his voice is not very good, and he was sick again in January and recuperated at home for several days." When I just came in, I saw him coughing, probably because the air conditioner was turned on, the air was not good, it was not very comfortable, and he definitely couldn't blow the air conditioner when he slept at night, you have to prepare a few thick quilts for him. ”

Jiang Yong hurriedly nodded and wrote it down, eager to take out a small notebook on the spot and ask Jiang Feng to list the precautions for him in 12345.

Jiang Weiming seemed to have become a breakthrough in the chat, and Jiang Feng chatted with Jiang Yong about some other things about Jiang Weiming on the previous topic. Lin Juan could still insert a sentence or two from time to time, but Jiang Xiaoran couldn't insert half a sentence, so she could only sit there and listen to the two of them chatting.

Unconsciously, Jiang Weiming's soup was ready, Jiang Weiming came out of the kitchen with the soup, Lin Juan quickly got up and took the soup and placed it firmly in the center of the table.

This is not seaweed egg soup.

The soup is relatively thick, it should be thickened, not like soup more like soup, the ingredients are also very miscellaneous, the color of the soup is not clear and some turbid, like the strange soup of ginger hygiene and not the strange soup of ginger hygiene.

Jiang Feng was the first to react, this soup should be Baiwei soup, Jiang Weiming had never made Baiwei soup in front of him.

Although Jiang Feng reacted, he didn't make a sound, Jiang Yong stared at the soup for a while and then reacted, and asked, "Dad, is this Baiwei soup?"

"Yes, I just went into the kitchen and saw a lot of ingredients, some of which I cut on the board and used some of them before I finished using them, and I made a variety of flavors soup. Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

After he said this, Lin Juan was a little embarrassed, and quickly explained: "Dad, when I first started cooking, I thought that there were more people, so I made more dishes, and then I thought that since I made so many dishes, I didn't need to cook so much, so there were so many ingredients left." Originally, I wanted to put it in the refrigerator and wait for tomorrow to fry it, but I didn't deal with it in a hurry just now. ”

"It's good to be able to grasp the amount when cooking. I had just divided the ingredients into small bowls, and because I didn't know what to keep them for, I put them on the table first. Jiang Weiming smiled and took a chopstick of broccoli.

"Dad, what kind of soup is Baiwei soup? Why haven't I heard of it before? Jiang Xiaoran asked.

"Why haven't you heard that when I took you back to my hometown, your grandfather didn't give you ......" Jiang Yong was stunned before he finished speaking, he remembered that the number of times he took Jiang Xiaoran home was very limited, and Jiang Xiaoran might not have really drunk Baiwei soup.

"This is your grandfather's specialty soup, originally when your grandfather was still in the state-run restaurant, the most popular soup was this soup, and the leaders above came to drink the soup by name. Jiang Yongdao didn't mention the unfinished sentence as if he hadn't said it.

"Oh. Jiang Xiaoran knows very well that silence is the truth of gold when the elders eat at the same table.

Because he was curious about Baiwei soup, Jiang Xiaoran did not pick up the vegetables first, but scooped a small half bowl of soup for himself first. Jiang Xiaoran sat next to Jiang Feng, and when he saw Jiang Feng staring at the soup and thought that he wanted to drink it too, he asked, "Jiang Feng... Cousin, do you want me to scoop a bowl for you?"

The soup spoon was still in Jiang Xiaoran's hand.

"Thank you, Brother Xiaoran, you can just call me Xiaofeng. Jiang Feng smiled and handed the bowl to Jiang Xiaoran.

When handing over the bowl, Jiang Feng's hand touched Jiang Xiaoran's hand.

"Drop. ”

The system prompt beeps suddenly.

Well?

Jiang Feng stretched his hand forward and touched Jiang Xiaoran's hand again.

No system prompt sounds.

Jiang Xiaoran: ?

"I'm sorry I accidentally touched it. Jiang Feng hurriedly explained.

Jiang Xiaoran nodded and prepared to scoop the soup.