The lunch is to kill the pig dish, although it is not complete, but it can't stand the old man's good craftsmanship.

A pot of new sauerkraut and blood sausage stewed white meat, marinated pork platter, pot wrapped meat, shredded meat, stir-fried lettuce and egg drop soup. In addition to the stir-fried lettuce, each of them is packed in a large pot, not to mention the taste, not to mention the portion.

Jiang Jianshe loves pot-wrapped meat, but his level is not enough to burn the taste he wants, and he can eat the old man's cooking during the Chinese New Year in a year, so he naturally wants to seize the opportunity to eat a dish of pot-wrapped meat.

The pot wrapped meat made by the old man is golden in color and sweet in taste, with only a hint of sourness, and the overall meat is mainly sweet. The meat is golden, and the juice of the thickened sauce is also yellowish and transparent, pouring on the meat that has been fried to a crispy crisp, it looks like crystal clear amber from a distance, and this time the old man also put two tender green shallots as decorations, and the appearance is definitely first-class.

Jiang Jianshe saw that the eyes of the pot wrapped meat were straight, and his mouth was like a perpetual motion machine, chewing the pot wrapped meat in Kazkaz.

One didn't pay attention, and half of the plate went into his stomach.

"Dad, you leave some for us!" Jiang Jun was furious.

The Jiang family's dinner table has always been the weak and the strong, and the survival of the fittest, but that is only applicable between brothers, if the wife and children have an opinion, no matter how high the kung fu in the hands and mouth is, they have to bow down.

"Okay, good, Dad won't eat, Dad eats, eats!" Jiang Jianshe went to eat with hatred.

The brine platter is not patronized, mainly because the water is not long enough, it is purely served on the table to make up the number, and when it is marinated for two days, the marinade completely seeps in, and the water is marinated into the color of the brine, which is very delicious. In the morning, even if you drink porridge, you can drink it with brine water.

Jiang Feng ate absentmindedly, thinking about the heat of fried sugar all the time, waiting for him to come back to his senses and take a closer look.

Pot wrapped meat, empty.

Hand torn meat, empty.

Sauerkraut blood sausage stewed white meat, blood sausage gone.

Jiang Feng: ???

Are you devils?

Jiang Feng hadn't finished the bowl yet, and Jiang Jiankang had already started the journey of the third bowl.

Z City is located in the south, even if the Jiang family is the stomach of the north, it is difficult to buy a bowl from the north. However, the Jiang family likes to eat vegetables, and the pursuit of rice is only to serve the dishes or the dishes are not enough to fill the stomach, so there will not be a grand occasion of one person adding seven or eight times to eat a meal during the New Year.

As for whether the usual dishes are enough, it depends on the mood of the cook.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang, there were still 4 pieces of blood sausage in his father's bowl.

Jiang Jiankang was happily eating sauerkraut, and suddenly noticed that his son was looking at him, and when he turned his head, he saw that Jiang Feng had nothing in the bowl except white rice, and the chopsticks were also in his hand and did not pick up the vegetables.

"Cub, what are you in a daze, eat vegetables!" Jiang Jiankang said, and then glanced around the dining table.

Well......

"Eat lettuce, eat lettuce, don't you love lettuce the most?" Jiang Jiankang said.

Jiang Feng: ???

Jiang Feng continued to stare at the blood sausage in his father's bowl, without speaking, strongly suggesting.

Jiang Jiankang: ?

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Looking at Jiang Jiankang's expression, Jiang Feng knew that he understood, and said, "Dad, I haven't tasted the blood sausage made by my grandfather today." ”

"Didn't you eat yesterday?" Jiang Jiankang opened his mouth and came.

“...... That's different, yesterday is yesterday, today is today. ”

Jiang Jiankang was silent, there was no way, after all, he was his own son, and he didn't teach him well as a father if he didn't reach home to grab vegetables.

With a sigh, Jiang Jiankang picked out a piece of blood sausage, pinched it and then pinched it, picked the smallest piece of clip for Jiang Feng, and said earnestly: "Your grandfather made it very delicious today." ”

Jiang Feng: ?

"Jiankang, give me a piece of blood sausage. Comrade Wang Xiulian spoke.

Jiang Jiankang gave Wang Xiulian the largest blood sausage in his bowl on the spot, and asked diligently: "Wife, do you still want it?"

Jiang Feng: ???

Oh, man!

"Don't do it, I'll just finish eating this bowl, son, do you want it, Mom will share half of it." Wang Xiulian asked.

“...... Yes, thank you, Mom!"

Oh, yourself.

After eating, it is everyone's happy fat house time, and the satisfaction brought by a full stomach makes everyone not want to move, either going to the room to be paralyzed or paralyzed in the yard.

"Xiao Feng, now go to boil tender juice?" After resting for about thirty or forty minutes, Jiang Weiming asked.

"Good. Jiang Feng got up, he didn't know if others were happy or not, he was not happy enough for this meal, and before he had eaten a piece of blood sausage, he tasted some juice dipped in chopsticks when he wrapped the meat in the pot.

Oh, yes, Comrade Jiang Jiankang was not happy either, and half of the large piece of tender blood sausage that was given to his wife was divided by his unlucky son.

The tender juice is the rhubarb bubble that begins to bubble in the process of frying sugar, and it is no longer boiled after pouring boiling water.

But only relatively.

The tender juice that was boiled for the first time was a little orange, Jiang Weiming did not make an evaluation, but said to Jiang Feng: "You taste it." ”

Jiang Feng dipped a little bit of chopsticks.

It seems like... It's a little sweet.

Jiang Feng was also unsure, and said hesitantly, "Is it sweet?"

"You're still not grasping the time. Jiang Weiming said, "Before the bubbles in the pot were completely rising, you poured boiling water in a hurry." Fried sugar is the darker the color is fried, the sweeter the sweeter it is, the seasoning is one thing, the color is more important than the seasoning, you look at the tender juice you boiled, the color is obviously not right, not deep enough. ”

"Stir-frying sugar is not only a test of feelings, but also of eyes and tongue. Come, I'll show you a demonstration. But your tender juice does boil better than sugar. Jiang Weiming said and began to demonstrate in person.

Jiang Feng's tender juice boiled better than sugar because he watched Jiang Jiankang survive it. Authentic Kung Pao Chicken is to be colored and seasoned with tender juice, although there are rock sugar soy sauce, rock sugar soy sauce, these things that seem to be able to replace tender juice and sugar color, but if you want to pursue authentic taste, you have to boil it yourself.

Of course, Jiang Jiankang's kung pao chicken for guests is fried with ready-made condiments, and the nine-turn large intestines in the healthy stir-fry restaurant are all pork intestines that can be cut casually and rolled into a roll, instead of a dozen pig intestines to make a high-end version of a plate. Unless it is his own family, Jiang Jiankang is never willing to spend more effort.

Jiang Feng had seen Jiang Jiankang's tender juice, which was already very good in Jiang Feng's opinion, but it was far worse than what Jiang Weiming boiled today.

Jiang Weiming's whole process is like flowing water, from the moment the sugar water enters the pot, there is a rod in his heart, when to stir, when to pick the goods, when to heat the water out of the pot, there is no hesitation and order, when it is broken, it is broken.

The color of the tender juice is not orange-red, but slightly viscous, like diluted syrup. Jiang Feng tasted it, and the sweetness was still a little, but it was not as exaggerated as the one he had boiled out before.

No matter how illiterate Jiang Feng is, he can also see that this tender juice must be excellent when used to make the nine-turn large intestine.

"Do you understand?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"Understood. ”

"Have you seen it?" Jiang Weiming asked again.

"Uh......" Jiang Feng didn't dare to say that he would, his mind was to see it, but sometimes his hands would have their own thoughts.

"Okay, you try again. Jiang Weiming was not difficult for him, and handed the pot back to Jiang Feng.

*The pot meat is really delicious, but unfortunately I don't sell it here

Northerners eat a lot of food, and I only learned about it by brushing Weibo some time ago.,As the first in my family, I can eat a meal of up to 16 dumplings ○| ̄|_