That night, Jiang Feng almost lifted a pot in the kitchen under the joint supervision and guidance of the two old men.

It is still fried sugar color and boiled tender juice, the sugar color fried by Jiang Feng and the tender juice boiled out before Jiang Weiming will be a little stricter unless there is an obvious mistake, and the rest of the time he is kind and pleasant.

But now it's different from the past, who called Jiang Feng to do it, it's cool to sign up for a while, practice cooking in the crematorium, and now Jiang Feng as long as the fried sugar color and tender juice are not the best heat that the two old men are satisfied with, he will get Jiang Weiguo's heavenly justice and Jiang Weiming's hidden needle.

Most of the time the conversation goes like this:

"Look at what you're doing, is this how you fry the sugar color? Didn't I teach you, how many days have you practiced before, and now you can still fry this color, can this color of sugar look good when used to roast the elbows? Are you making it for people or for pigs, you don't eat this kind of thing, pigs don't eat it!"

"Okay, little brother, don't be angry, even if Xiao Feng is not very talented, but as the saying goes, diligence can make up for clumsiness, re-boil, don't worry. ”

"Diligence can make up for clumsiness, other people's stupid birds still know how to fly first, he is a stupid bird knows to be lazy, and he has only rested for a few days, and he can't fry sugar. At this level, I still want to sign up on behalf of Taifeng Building, who gives you the face and who gives you the guts, you are really bold, and you will be thrown in front of the people of the whole country!"

"Xiao Feng is indeed a little impulsive in this matter, Xiao Feng's hand movements don't stop, come on, anyway, now the two of us old men sleep less, I have time to accompany you, tonight I will strive to fry a sugar color suitable for chopping elbows and scallion roasted sea cucumbers, the color of chopping elbows should be darker, and the color of scallion roasted sea cucumbers should be lighter, don't rush to take your time."

......

Jiang Feng: ┭┮_┭┮

Let me die.

That night, Jiang Feng stayed in the kitchen until late at night, and it was nearly half past twelve before he fried the sugar color suitable for the elbows that satisfied the two old men and put them back to sleep.

The fourth aunt and the fifth aunt of the junior high school are going to pack up their husbands and children to go home for New Year's greetings, the fifth aunt is the fourth aunt, and the sixth is Jiang Feng and the second aunt's house.

Grandma Jiang has no daughters, and several sons go to their mother-in-law's house, and she is also happy and relaxed, indulging in playing mahjong every day. It is only during the Chinese New Year that there are many people in the countryside, and Grandma Jiang's card friends who go to the city to bring their grandchildren will come back, and every day just after lunchtime, the Jiang family will remember the crackling mahjong sound.

Because there was a precedent for Jiang Feng to fry potatoes for nearly ten days in a row until he was in a trance, the two masters learned a lesson and combined work and rest to avoid overwork and reduced efficiency.

The specific operation is to take two hours each afternoon and evening to let Jiang Feng serve Grandma Jiang who is playing cards.

It is indeed very effective, even if Jiang Feng practices cooking for more than eight hours a day, there are no side effects, and the effect is very good.

In a blink of an eye, it was the fifth night of the Lunar New Year, Grandma Jiang was a very regular person, even if she wanted to fight on the mahjong table until the early hours of the morning, her body and brain were still very rational to let her get off the table on time at ten o'clock.

Jiang Feng is cooking time from seven to eight o'clock every night, and from eight to ten o'clock is the time to serve Grandma Jiang.

In just two days, all of Grandma Jiang's card friends knew Jiang Feng.

"Xiao Feng, you go and see if there is ginger juice in the kitchen, if there is, make me a ginger juice milk. "Grandma Jiang hit a red shot.

"Good. Jiang Feng went to the kitchen.

If playing mahjong is just playing mahjong, it will be too boring and boring, especially in mahjong like Grandma Jiang, who doesn't play money at all. Older people are slow to react, sometimes they have to hesitate to play a card for two minutes, and if there is no dessert and a cup of hot tea at the table, the game is soulless.

Grandma Jiang summoned her good sisters to play mahjong at home, and what was the picture was to save face! The good sisters hadn't seen each other for a year, so they naturally wanted to find a reason to get together, chat while doing something, and show off how they had a good year, how their children and grandchildren were mixed, and whether they were filial.

Now their children are middle-aged, and their careers have not changed much, there is nothing to show off.

"Orchid, your Xiaofeng is okay, very filial!" Grandma Jiang's grandmother Xu boasted, "My grandson knows how to play games every day, what kind of chicken is not eaten at home, he has to eat it on his mobile phone, and he says every day that he goes to what canyon and what continent, if he can have half of your Xiaofeng, I will be content." ”

Grandma Jiang was blown away with a happy smile, and shouted inside: "Xiaofeng, if you have one, I will also make a copy for Grandma Xu." ”

Everyone has a drink, but not desserts.

"What to make for me, what ginger and milk, it sounds weird and troublesome. Grandma Xu excused herself.

"It's not troublesome, it's not troublesome, and it doesn't take much time to do two copies together. Grandma Jiang smiled.

As we all know, Grandma Jiang is a very regular person, she can even control herself to end the game on time at ten o'clock every night, and she naturally arranges what desserts and drinks are every day.

Yesterday it was oolong tea and cupcakes, the cake was baked by Jiang Feng, the appearance is very good-looking, but the taste is average, but what Grandma Jiang wants is the taste? What she wants is an exaggerated appearance, if she really pursues taste, she is not unable to command her sons, almost everyone in the Jiang family can make some small desserts, but the one who does it the best is Jiang Feng.

Today is cranberry flower tea, poplar branch manna and ginger juice hit milk, Grandma Jiang actually doesn't like the taste of poplar branch nectar, but who calls this dessert famous, good-looking and good-sounding, as long as you put it on the side, it doesn't matter if you eat it or not.

The old man with ginger juice is ready, in previous years, these things were made by the old man, this year Jiang Feng is so dead that he hit the muzzle of the gun, but he is very beautiful when he makes desserts, and he has won the sacred heart of Grandma Jiang, and it is estimated that this important task will be handed over to him every year in the future.

Milk is sweet and cold, and has the function of replenishing deficiency, while ginger is spicy and slightly warm, and has the function of dissipating cold and warming the stomach, removing phlegm and lowering qi. Eating this in winter can warm up the body, and the production method is also very simple, the only difficult place is to grasp the degree when hitting the milk, otherwise the ginger flavor is too strong and many people will not be used to it.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Feng came out with two bowls of ginger and milk.

Grandma Jiang skillfully put her bowl in a most conspicuous place where the three of them could see, Grandma Xu took the bowl and tasted it first, and said with a smile: "Xiaofeng's craftsmanship is really good, this is the best way to warm up your body in winter, and I will make a bowl for Grandma Xu tomorrow." ”

Grandma Jiang was immediately unhappy, giving birth to a kind of indignation about my grandson, why are you calling, her face was not obvious, and she had already decided in her heart that she would not be called to play cards in the future, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow will not work, tomorrow Xiaofeng has to go to his grandparents to pay New Year's greetings." ”

"Eh, a cake, wait, wait, I'll see, I'm! Grandma Jiang excitedly pushed the cards.

Jiang Feng: ......

The fight between the elderly plastic sisters cannot be provoked.

*Thank you for the cover I painted, it's really nice to fry chicken!!【Super loud forced】

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