Jiang Feng went back to the house and slept for more than half an hour, when he was woken up by the mobile phone alarm clock, he was still a little dazed, and he couldn't tell for a while whether he woke up from a nap or a normal sleep, he only felt that what happened before going to bed was the same as a dream.

It's like having a dream after a busy morning in the kitchen.

When Jiang Feng came out of the house with sleepy eyes rubbing his eyes, and saw the people of the Jiang family who were making dumplings in the living room, he was sure that everything just now was real and not a dream.

Making dumplings is probably the most harmonious and very popular family activity that all members of the Jiang family will do together in addition to eating, and it is a magical activity that even the two sisters Jiang Junqing and Jiang Junlian will not be lazy, but will work very hard.

"Little brother, wake up, come and make dumplings, these two big pots of stuffing!" Jiang Junlian's eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Feng coming out of the house, and she began to catch Zhuang Ding on the spot.

The basin of the dumpling filling for ordinary people is usually the size of the basin, and the basin for the dumpling filling of the Jiang family is the size of the bathtub.

Jiang Feng's struggle to chop dumpling fillings this morning was not in vain, in order to let all members of the Jiang family participate in this year's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, so that everyone can enjoy the joy of tasting the fruits of their labor.

Before Jiang Feng could answer Jiang Zaide, he patted Jiang Junlian with a blaming face: "Junlian, what are you messing up here, your little brother is going to make a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner later, how can you have time to make dumplings." ”

"That's it, Jun Lian, what are you talking nonsense here, it's enough for us to make dumplings, why do you need your little brother." Jiang Ran instantly followed suit.

"Yes, sister, what you said is too inconsiderate. Jiang Junqing also turned back on the spot.

Jiang Junlian, who has not yet adapted to Jiang Feng's transformation from a contestant to a referee: ......

"Oh, little brother, look at my memory, I didn't remember that you helped Grandpa cook the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner this year, I just remembered that you don't like to eat green onions and forgot about the business." I just specially wrapped a lot of dumplings stuffed with mutton and radish, you see these are all made by me, big, round and beautiful, wait a few more dumplings I wrapped, I specially wrapped them for you!" Jiang Junlian launched her skills to see people and talk about people, and talk nonsense when you see ghosts.

Jiang Feng: ???

Is this still his cousin who can only make friends from afar and attack at close range when he gets along, and he wants to muster up the courage to fight her to the death in his midnight dreams?

It's like the demon tearing through her disguise in an instant, revealing the true body of the angel.

In fact, from the perspective of body shape, Jiang Junlian is closer to the character of an angel.

"By the way, little brother, do you want to have a drink?" Jiang Junlian put down the dumplings that had just been wrapped in her hand, and inserted the chopsticks into the filling, and there was still flour left over from the dumplings in her palms, fingertips and fingernails.

"I still have a bottle of drink that my uncle sent me last month, the peach flavor is particularly delicious, I'll get it for you!" Jiang Junlian said that she was about to go back to the room to get the drink.

"Didn't you tell me yesterday that you finished your drink?" Jiang Junqing exclaimed in an instant, his face full of disbelief.

Jiang Junlian ignored Jiang Junqing's taunting skills and left in a flash, and when she came back, she held a bottle of pink girl-style drink that looked very exquisite.

Jiang Feng took the drink a little stiffly: "I'll go to the kitchen." ”

The soles of the feet were oiled and slipped.

Jiang Feng was afraid that he would get lost in Jiang Junlian's sugar-coated cannonballs and praises if he stayed in the living room any longer, and he had already seen that Brother De and Brother Cheng were a little nervous.

Jiang Feng had never felt the charm of the Jiang family's throne so clearly and strongly.

Scorching, inviting, high-profile, sparkling.

Even, at your fingertips.

Jiang Feng grabbed the drink bottle and came to the kitchen door, took a deep breath, and glanced at the pink packaging of the drink bottle.

This bottle of drink was a treat he had never had before.

It is also a treatment that all Jiang family members would never have in the past, because the old man does not like to drink drinks.

But today, Jiang Junlian personally handed over the bottle of drink to herself.

He, Jiang Feng, must become the man at the top of the Jiang family's cooking chain!

One day he will usurp the throne successfully, cook a Chinese New Year's Eve dinner for everyone in the Jiang family alone, and harvest all the praise and rainbow farts.

With this unprecedented ambition, Jiang Feng stepped into the kitchen.

"Here, let's see how the elbow is soaked, and if it's okay, I'll take care of it, and think about what I'm going to cook later." The old man didn't raise his head.

Even if the old man didn't raise his head, Jiang Feng had to send his most sincere and bright smile: "Grandpa, do you think it's better to do elbows this year? I haven't had any experience in doing it in my first year." ”

"Do whatever you are good at, and when you do it, you will go and dissect the black fish, and don't waste time by moving quickly. The old man said.

"Okay grandpa. Jiang Feng went to the water to fish for elbows.

If Jiang Feng wanted to make an elbow, his first reaction would definitely be Dongpo's elbow. It's not the genuine Dongpo elbow, it's Jiang Jiankang's improved Dongpo elbow beyond recognition, but he has to rub the popularity of other people's Dongpo elbows.

Chen Xiuxiu's grandmother's pigs are well raised, fat and thin, the pig's front hooves are strong and powerful, and it can be seen from the pig's trotters alone that this pig must have been a good pig before his death. But the butcher who killed the pig did not have the skill to live up to this good pig.

If the blood is not cleaned, the pork will have a peculiar smell.

When Jiang Feng fished the elbow out of the basin, it had been soaked in water for nearly 24 hours, and the water had been changed several times in the middle, which was definitely a VIP-level treatment among the elbows on the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner table of the Jiang family.

The elbow made by Jiang Jiankang has a hint of sweetness in the thick oil red sauce, and the taste is supplemented by the taste, which must melt in the mouth, and the skin and flesh can be separated with a gentle poke of the elbow with chopsticks.

The feeling of fat melting in the mouth in an instant is the essence of Jiang Jiankang's elbow.

Jiang Feng, as Jiang Jiankang's only son, has eaten Jiang Jiankang's special elbow for so many years, and knows its subtlety, and also knows that this subtlety needs to be simmered for a long time.

Looking at the time, Jiang Feng found that as long as he was quick with his hands and feet, he should be able to make time, so he didn't think about it anymore, rolled up his sleeves and started working.

First put the washed elbow into a pot of clear water, boil over high heat and finally remove the blood water once, Jiang Feng quickly changed the water, poured oil into the pot to fry the green onions, ginger and garlic, and then added other spices to fry.

Until the elbow was stewed in the casserole, Jiang Feng was racing against time, for fear that if he was one step slower, the simmering time would not be enough, and he would not be able to achieve the melt-in-your-mouth effect.

The old man was cooking his own dishes with his head down the whole time, but he was very aware of Jiang Feng's progress as if he had a pair of eyes on the top of his head, and only said the moment Jiang Feng put the casserole lid on: "Don't stop, cut the fish." ”

"When you can actually become a chef in the future, you will find that there is never enough time, even if you grow 10 more pairs of hands, you will not be busy, so it is useless to rush. The old man said.

Jiang Feng slowed down.

"Slow is not good. ”

Jiang Feng silently sped up his movements again.

"You've been reading for so many years more than we were back then, and you don't know what you've learned. I told your dad a long time ago, you and your cousins still have a little talent, don't waste time to learn what kind of optoelectronic information to practice cooking, what's the use of talking about what you have learned?" The old man began to complain daily, in fact, he has rarely complained about Jiang Feng's college major recently, after all, he has to complain about a lot recently.

Jiang Feng really wanted to have an in-depth discussion with the old man on how to analyze the status of the lotus chef in the back kitchen from the perspective of optical fiber transmission, but this idea was stifled by him as soon as it came out, because the old man was still holding a knife.

"If you want to be a chef, cooking is only a part, and being able to assign is the real hard thing to understand. The old man said, "Let's see how about the fire in the stove, and if it's not big enough, add two more sticks of fire." ”

The old man walked to the stove with the pickled enema and began to pour oil into the pot: "But in terms of cooking skills, you are indeed good now, and you have made great progress, which completely exceeded my expectations, but in terms of distribution, not only Wu Yatou is better than you, but even the kid of the Sun family is better than you." ”

"Distribution?" Jiang Feng slashed at the fish's hand.

"When have you ever seen Wu Yatou go to do the work of cutting or playing lotus during business hours, everyone has their own work, and they are too busy because they have their own problems. If you're a chef, you're going to have to distribute and solve rather than help, and you have to have a scale in your heart and know when to do what to do. Fill the fillet and bring it to me. ”

"Oh. Jiang Feng began to slice fish.

"It's a little early to tell you about these things, but you also have to start learning, and pay more attention to what your third grandfather and I are doing in the back kitchen. Don't be like your dad all day long, stupidly know that you are lazy, and when you go back after the New Year, you will remove the shelf for me, and I will be upset when I look at it in a different position. Day by day, I know that I am lazy behind the shelf, and I think that others can't see it. The old man looked disgusted.

Jiang Feng: ......

Comrade Jiang Jiankang, you rookie of the pit son!