Looking at the freshly baked chicken in front of him, which perfectly restored the saffro chicken in Zhang Guanghang's childhood memories, Jiang Feng could only sigh: Zhang Guanghang was much easier to fool than Zhang Zhiyun when he was a child.

Yun chicken looks like Zuo Zongtang chicken, in front of this pan-fried chicken mixed with crispy apples, a small plate actually mixed with two apples, without any plate of crispy apples just casually covered directly on top of the Safuro chicken.

So this strange dish in front of me, except for the name like Saphoro chicken, where does it look like Safuro chicken!

How did Zhang Guanghang get fooled by Xia Muqi when he was a child? Or is it actually that Zhang Guanghang is essentially a very good fool?

Jiang Feng fell silent, unable to even make up words of praise for a while.

"Alas, is this a new dish? Xiao Zhang, is this the dish you prepared today?" Jiang Jian didn't know where he came from, and was very interested in the Chinese-style shafuro chicken made by Zhang Guanghang, "Is this the innovative dish that is particularly popular on the Internet now?

Jiang Feng: ......

"Uncle Jiang...... You're talking about college cafeteria food, right?"

"Canteen food? Maybe, I haven't been to the university cafeteria before. Jiang Jian said that he was just a scumbag who failed to get into college, his son was also a scumbag who failed to get into college, and even his wife and daughter-in-law were also scumbags who failed to get into college, and their family's only grandson who wanted to go to college is still working hard in elementary school.

Judging from his grandson's current academic performance, if it weren't for the expansion of the university now, it is estimated that he would have followed the old path of his father and grandfather.

It is better to learn well than to be born well.

"It would be nice if Tan Tan could be admitted to the university in Beiping in the future, but the Beiping dishes are not very spicy, and he likes to put sesame sauce, but I don't know if he is used to eating it. Jiang Jian muttered.

Jiang Feng: ???

He felt that Jiang Jian's thinking had become more and more incomprehensible these days.

"Uncle Jiang, why don't you cook yet? It's not too early now. Jiang Feng asked, glancing at his watch, it was almost 6 o'clock now.

He had just noticed that Jiang Jianguo's hand-rolled longevity noodles had been put into the pot, and Sang Ming's new masterpiece was already made 20 minutes ago.

It takes a lot of time to make the strange soup of ginger hygiene, and if he doesn't start now, he may not be able to start the meal in time.

"I'm waiting for the stove, eh, Xiao Han is okay, let's not talk about it for now, I'm going to go over and make soup. Jiang Jian happily went to make the soup.

Zhang Guanghang put the lid on the Shafuro chicken to keep it warm, and asked, "Aren't you going to make Yunji yet?"

"My dish is not in a hurry, the chicken can be made in 20 minutes, you see Zhang Weiyu's side will be fine immediately, and when he is ready, I will go over to make the chicken." Jiang Feng said.

Wu Minqi was opening the freezer to take the watermelon she had carved in the morning, and when Jiang Feng saw this watermelon, he thought of the birthday cake that Zhang Guanghang had made this morning and put it in the refrigerator.

"Do you want to take out the birthday cake now?" Jiang Feng asked, "My uncle's longevity noodles have already been cooked, and it is estimated that the banquet will not wait until 7 o'clock, and the banquet will be opened at about 6:30." ”

Zhang Guanghang nodded: "I'll take it out." ”

The back kitchen was so busy that Jiang Feng, who couldn't wait for the stove, was very idle, and Jiang Feng, who had nothing to do, simply slipped to the front to see how the hot pot ingredients were prepared.

Induction cookers had already been placed on the three large round tables in Area C, and Jiang Feng felt that he could even smell the smell of dried chili peppers and peppercorns.

The mahjong has been put away, and there is no trace of the previous battle, the hall has been cleaned very cleanly, and I don't know where to get the red lantern with the word Shou hung all over the hall, Jiang Feng counted it carefully, and it was exactly 99.

Jiang Weiming changed into a very formal newly-made Mao suit, and sat upright on the seat, just like the old gentlemen who Jiang Feng saw sitting in a teahouse or restaurant in a Mao suit in his memory.

Although he said that he would not celebrate his birthday or birthday, he had ordered new clothes early, with a smile on his face, but his eyes kept looking at the red lantern hanging on the top beam.

Who wouldn't love the feeling of being valued and loved?

Jiang Feng looked around but couldn't find where Ji Yue was, so he wanted to pull a waiter who looked familiar but couldn't name it at all and asked how the hot pot was prepared, but the phone rang.

The caller ID is an unfamiliar number.

"Hey?" Jiang Feng pressed the answer button.

"Hey, hello, is it Mr. Jiang Feng? Your cake has arrived, please come to the door of Taifeng Building to pick it up." ”

Cake takeaway?

Anyone else ordered a birthday cake?

But why write his phone number?

Jiang Feng walked to the door with his mobile phone with doubts, and a delivery man in a yellow takeaway suit stood in front of the battery car with a yellow takeaway box carrying a large birthday cake box.

"Is it Mr. Jiang Feng? The birthday cake you ordered, please give a 5-star review, thank you!" the delivery man smiled and handed the cake to Jiang Feng.

"Ahh Jiang Feng took the cake and watched the delivery man ride the small electric donkey towards the next order.

While thinking about who was the suspect in his heart, Jiang Feng walked inside with the cake, and just happened to bump into Zhang Guanghang, who came out of the back kitchen with the cake, and the two looked at each other and looked at each other.

Zhang Guanghang looked at the cake box in Jiang Feng's hand, and his face was full of expressions You all know that I want to make a cake, why do you want to order another cake, are you worried that one cake will not be enough for everyone to eat.

"I don't know who made it, but the person left my phone number. Jiang Feng explained.

At this time, Ji Yue came down from the second floor, still holding a handful of celery in her hand that she didn't know where it came from, she saw that Jiang Feng and Zhang Guanghang were actually carrying a cake by themselves, and asked strangely, "What are you doing when you buy two cakes?"

"I didn't order this cake, and the person who ordered the cake left my phone number, and I don't know who ordered it. Jiang Feng explained for the second time.

Wu Minqi walked out of the back kitchen with a watermelon carving, saw Jiang Feng also carrying a cake in his hand, was stunned, and asked, "Why did you order a cake too?"

"I didn't order this cake, the person who ordered the cake left my phone number, and I don't know who ordered it. Jiang Feng explained for the third time.

Jiang Shoucheng was just behind Wu Minqi, he didn't know what to chew in his mouth and walked out of the back kitchen, and when he saw Jiang Feng also holding a cake in his hand, he asked, "Eh, little brother, you also ordered a cake?"

"I didn't order this cake, it's ......," Jiang Feng explained for the fourth time, trying to put the cake on the table and sneak into the back kitchen to make chicken.

Before Jiang Feng could put down the cake, Jiang Jiankang came out of the back kitchen with the dish in his hand, and when he saw that Jiang Feng was still holding a cake in his hand, he asked in surprise, "Why did you buy a cake too?"

Jiang Feng: ......

So now the question arises, what is the essence of human beings?

"I'm going to make a chicken. Jiang Feng put down the cake and slipped away.

"This cake?" Jiang Jiankang asked.

"The cake was not ordered by Jiang Feng, it was the person who ordered it and left his phone number, and he didn't know who ordered it. Zhang Guanghang, Wu Minqi, Ji Yue and Jiang Shoucheng said in unison.

When Jiang Feng slipped into the back kitchen, Jiang Jian was the only one who was still fighting with the dishes on the stove, and the others had either finished it or entered the final plating stage.

Jiang Jianguo saw that Jiang Feng was finally here, and hurriedly beckoned to him: "Xiao Feng, come here, you can see how to put this side on this side." ”

Jiang Jianguo is struggling with how to make a beautiful longevity noodle with chopped green onions, green vegetables, eggs and noodles.

"You can put the eggs in the middle, put the greens on top and bottom, chop the green onions on the left and right, and spread the noodles a little. Sang Ming suggested.

Jiang Feng: ......

Don't think I don't know what you're talking about.

"Place the greens along the edge of the bowl, then spread the chopped green onions on the bottom and the eggs on top. Jiang Feng proposed.

Although Jiang Jianguo is a tailor on the surface, in order to make snacks and noodles for his eldest aunt over the years, the level of the white case has not fallen at all.

There is only one bowl of longevity noodles, the size of an ordinary soup noodle bowl is not the specific big bowl of the Jiang family's meal, a bowl has only one noodle, and one with the noodles will support the weight of a bowl. The noodles are thin and long, and there are eggs scattered in the soup bowl, and the green onions and vegetables are covered, so that people can't tell that there is only one noodle in the bowl.

The noodle soup is a broth made of chicken broth, Jiang Feng guessed that it should be Jiang Jiankang's hanging broth, the noodle soup has no color, but it has some milky white of the noodles themselves, and it is impossible to see that it is actually made of chicken broth, and only when you get close can you smell the rich aroma from chicken broth.

Jiang Jiankang's hanging broth, Jiang Jianguo's longevity noodles, this bowl of longevity noodles can be called the full effort of the two most skilled chefs of the Jiang family.

Let Jiang Jianguo continue to study how to arrange the dishes in front of the cooking table, Jiang Feng went to the stove to make Jiang Weiming's birthday chicken, thinking about Jiang Weiming's taste, it was very handy to make.

Twenty minutes later—

Jiang Jianguo struggled for 20 minutes, during which he poured a few spoonfuls of broth on the noodles, and finally decided to make a bowl of longevity noodles that looked strange and beautiful according to the plan proposed by Jiang Feng.

"Xiao Feng, are you done cooking? Jiang Jianguo urged.

"Alright, now it's ready to cook. Jiang Feng casually touched a plate and put it on the plate, turned his head and asked Jiang Jian, who was separated from him by two stoves, "Uncle Jiang, is your soup ready?"

"It's good to have two minutes, you guys go out and serve the food first, my soup is served last." Jiang Jian stared intently at the soup in the pot, this soup was boiled for the master to drink, and there was no room for mistakes.

"Then we'll get the food over first. Jiang Feng went out with Yun Ji and Jiang Jianguo.

As soon as Jiang Feng came out of the back kitchen with the chicken, he smelled the domineering and spicy that permeated the entire hall, and there had to be a trace of numbness, smelling it made people feel that their scalp was numb, their limbs were stiff, and the two were trembling, and they almost wanted to go to Shudi spicy hot pot first.

The closer you get to the spicy hot pot in Area C, the stronger the smell of the hot pot becomes, and those who like it estimate that their saliva will come down just by smelling the hot pot, and those who don't like it are even a little scared, such as Jiang Feng, who now wants to run away with the chicken.

When Jiang Feng saw the hot pot on the table with his own eyes, he remembered that dream.

The red oil is tumbling in the pot, and the eyes are full of chili peppers and peppercorns, which are distinct, full of grains, and even the clear soup pot next to it has been poisoned, and its clean color is polluted by the red oil mixed in it.

Jiang Feng couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of fear with difficulty.

The third grandfather was obviously an authentic Beiping person, why is the fried hot pot base more Shu than Shudi.

"Master Jiang is really amazing, just smelling this smell knows that it is very authentic, I guess there are few people in my family who can fry the hot pot base better than Master Jiang!"

Jiang Feng put the chicken on the table, and Jiang Jianguo brought the longevity noodles to Jiang Weiming.

"Xiao Feng, what about hygiene?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"Uncle Jiang's soup is the big shaft, so naturally he will be the last to appear. Jiang Feng said with a smile.

Two minutes later, Jiang Jian appeared with his newly developed new flavor of strange soup, which was placed firmly on the table.

"As far as you move the slowest, everyone is waiting for you, it's always been like this, and you won't change this problem even when you're old. Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"Master, this is a new flavor that I have come up with during this time, you will definitely like it!" Jiang Jian is like a child showing off his test scores to his parents.

"Third brother, is it open?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"After waiting for so long, everyone should be hungry, let's have a meal!" Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

As if they had received some signal, everyone took a step closer to Jiang Weiming and said in unison: "Grandpa Jiang/Third Grandfather/Third Uncle/Third Brother, Happy Birthday!"

A variety of voices are intertwined, and they converge to form the most lively birthday in Jiang Weiming's life.