Time, 4:57 p.m. on the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

Location, the living room of the old man's house.

characters, everyone in the Jiang family except Jiang Feng and the old man.

event, discussing what to eat tonight.

Everyone in the Jiang family is a dumpling-making journeyman, not only eating dumplings at a fast speed, but also making dumplings, and has been insisting on a self-sufficient small-scale peasant economy for many years. The two large pots of dumpling stuffing look like a lot, but it takes a few hours to wrap them with the concerted efforts of everyone.

Just now, they smelled a wonderful scent.

The fragrance came from the kitchen, from the kitchen, passing through the yard, and was blown away a lot by the howling cold wind in the middle, and when it reached the living room and was heard by everyone in the Jiang family, it was greatly reduced, but the charm was not reduced.

This is the umami of mutton, with a bit of flesh but harmless, and even a bit of icing on the cake. It's the fragrance of mutton but it's not just mutton, the fragrance of mutton is mixed with some other flavors, not like spices or vegetables, even Jiang Jianguo, who is the best at smelling vegetables in the Jiang family, can't smell what it is for a while.

All in all, a wonderful taste like never before.

"Dad, can you smell what kind of dish this is?" Jiang Zaide, who couldn't smell a reason, directly chose to ask for help in the field.

Jiang Jianguo frowned, turned his head to look at Jiang Jiankang, Jiang Jiankang shook his head at Jiang Jianguo, the two brothers looked at each other without saying anything.

Jiang Jianye, a perennial water paddler, pretended to be contemplative, and said: "It seems that this year's Wendou is not easy." ”

Jiang Zaide: ......

Jiang Zaide found that his father was unreliable and had to rely on himself at the critical moment, took a deep breath, and was about to judge the ingredients of the fragrance by himself, when he was surprised to find that the taste had disappeared.

In the kitchen, Jiang Feng was putting sixteen pots of Molschek on the stove according to the old man's instructions, stacking them layer by layer like steamed buns to keep warm. No matter what method is used in the process of making these haggis, the dishes made from these haggis will end up in the same way, and the mutton soup will be poured and simmered over a slight heat.

As long as Jiang Zaide walked into the courtyard and leaned a little closer to the kitchen, he would know that the wonderful fragrance that everyone asked just now was actually a mixture of a variety of vegetable aromas, the elbow stewed in the casserole, the mutton soup in the cauldron, the molshek in the steamer, and the lamb chops that the old man was smoking and roasting, so many fragrances were mixed together at the same time, even if the gods came, they couldn't tell the difference.

Honey roast lamb chops is a temporary dish added by the old man, anyway, the most important thing in the earthen stove in the countryside is burning firewood, and it is a small barbecue stove to build casually. Chop the marinated lamb chops, brush them with honey water, put them on the rack and roast them slowly over low heat, and the old man personally controls the heat and flips it.

Jiang Feng watched as layer after layer of honey water was brushed on the lamb chops, part of it accompanied by the bubbling fat of Zla, and the other part seeped into the mutton under the effect of the temperature. The high temperature makes the mutton cook little by little, change color little by little, and slowly turn from raw to cooked from the inside out, and the sound of sizzle surrounds the whole kitchen.

At 6 o'clock, the lamb chops were all grilled.

As we all know, this kind of barbecue food should be eaten hot.

Jiang Feng decided to take the lead and help everyone taste the saltiness.

"Grandpa, I'll try it first. Jiang Feng picked up a lamb chop.

The old man did not object, it was a tacit acquiescence.

The lamb chops that were grilled first have been sitting for a while, but because the temperature is high near the fire, they have not cooled, and the temperature is just right. Because the mutton was marinated in advance, the old man did not brush anything except honey water during the roasting process, and it was the aroma of the barbecue.

The skin is crispy and the inside is delicate.

With just two bites, a lamb chop will be ready for you.

After eating one, Jiang Feng was still a little unsatisfied, and ate three more in a row until the fragrance of mutton filled his mouth everywhere, and when his tongue swept over the surface of his teeth, he could feel the residual taste of honey roasted lamb chops.

"When you're done, bring the rest out to them, and eat the lamb chops while they're hot. The old man said.

Jiang Feng picked up the basin with grilled lamb chops, by the way, Jiang Feng didn't have much else but pots and pans, as long as you wanted, you could find the bowls and basins you wanted from all over the place.

"Grandpa, don't you want to eat?" asked Jiang Feng, a filial grandson, with concern.

"Don't eat. The old man said, "Bring some dumplings back and wait for the dumplings to cook, after the dumplings are cooked, you will start making crispy apples, and you will start eating early this year." ”

"Okay grandpa!" Jiang Feng went out with the basin in his arms.

A pot of freshly baked lamb chops with honey sauce, Jiang Feng had just stepped out of the kitchen door, and everyone in the Jiang family was looking at dumplings in the living room to quench hunger.

One by one, they sat up in shock in the dying disease, as if they had smelled the smell of human fat zombies.

"What a smell, so fragrant!" Jiang Zaide's small radar started drippingly.

"Grilled lamb chops, it must be grilled lamb chops, or honey grilled lamb chops, this is the taste of the grilled lamb chops I ate during my final exam!" Jiang Junlian exclaimed.

"Xiaolian, you smell wrong, didn't your little brother say that your grandfather won't make roast lamb chops and roast lamb shanks this year. Jiang Jianshe began to pour cold water on his daughter.

"It must be Junlian who asked the wrong question. Jiang Ran, the first wall head of the Jiang family, echoed.

Jiang Junlian glared at Jiang Ran angrily: "It's definitely roasted lamb chops with honey! I went to eat it on purpose for the final exam, and that's the fragrance!"

Seeing that the brother-sister war was about to break out, Jiang Feng entered the living room with the basin, and everyone's eyes fell on the basin in Jiang Feng's arms.

Although the old man grilled a lot of lamb chops, he couldn't stand the Jiang family, and if he got two per person according to the head, it would be the limit.

"Honey roast lamb chops, grandpa just made them, said that they were delicious when they were hot, so let me serve them first. By the way, grandma, grandpa said that he might start dinner a little earlier today. Jiang Feng said.

"Yes, I guessed right!Dad, grandma, uncle, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, do I smell the right dish?" Jiang Junlian jumped up from the chair excitedly, and when she jumped up, she didn't forget to reach out and take a large piece of lamb chops from the basin.

"Of course, Jun Lian is really powerful. Grandma Jiang said with a smile.

"Amazing. Jiang Zaide stared at the basin while nibbling on the lamb chops, and looked at the pot in his hands, "The grilled lamb chops made by grandpa are really delicious." ”

The happiness and satisfaction of a bite of food that I eat after a day of hunger is a steaming and oily grilled lamb chop rich in fat and protein.

"Xiao Feng, you've been busy all day, and you've worked hard. "Grandma Jiang didn't participate in the large-scale activity of eating lamb chops because of her bad teeth.

"Grandma, grandpa asked me to bring some dumplings. Jiang Feng said.

"Okay, Xiaofeng, you wait, grandma will pick it up for you, here is the green onion and this is the radish, don't mess up." Grandma Jiang got up and took the dumplings to Jiang Feng, "Grandma will help you bring them together." ”

"When I send dumplings later, I will give you some green onion dumplings for Grandma Li, she loves to eat green onion filling. Grandma Jiang advised, "How is your grandfather?

"Grandpa is very good, I am doing all the hard work, and I am not tired. Jiang Feng said.

"That's good, hey, it's cold now, my old bones can't stand this weather, I have to drink two bowls of mutton soup to warm up. Is the mutton soup boiled?" Grandma Jiang walked quickly with the dumplings.

"It's done, and Molshek is ready, and it's all simmering in the pot. Jiang Feng hurriedly quickened his pace to keep up with Grandma Jiang's pace.

"What else is ready?" asked Grandma Jiang.

Jiang Feng felt a little strange but still replied truthfully: "No, the elbows are still stewed in the casserole, the shredded yam and crispy apples haven't started yet, grandpa should be preparing to make garlic and roasted black fish now." ”

"Not vegetarian?" Grandma Jiang frowned, "It's not fish or meat, how can you do it if you're not vegetarian?"

"The cold dishes, cucumbers and shredded radishes are vegetarian. Jiang Feng explained.

Grandma Jiang nodded with satisfaction: "It's pretty much the same, how can you do it without a little vegetarian." Isn't there still green vegetables? Xiao Feng, you can fry some green vegetables casually after a while, you will get tired of eating too much mutton. ”

After speaking, Grandma Jiang took the basin into the kitchen.

To Jiang Feng's surprise, the old man was not dealing with the relevant ingredients of garlic roasted black fish, he was cutting apples.

"I'll make the crispy apples, and after you finish the dumplings, you'll make the shredded yam." The old man said.

Grandma Jiang put down the dumplings and went over with a familiar car, and after scooping a bowl of mutton soup, she stood still by the steamer, staring at the steamer while drinking the soup.

"Old man, which bowl is more delicious?" asked Grandma Jiang.

"The bowl on the blue side, with an enema fried in it, and the addition of onions and cabbage, should be about the same now. The old man said.

Grandma Jiang began to skillfully scoop the vegetables.

Jiang Feng who was making dumplings: ???

"Xiao Feng, wait a minute, cut the yam into small pieces, your grandmother and I don't have good teeth, it's too big to bite. Grandma Jiang said while eating an enema.

Jiang Feng: ???

Is this a matter of big chunks?

You must know that the glorious and arduous task of serving crispy apples over the years fell on Grandma Jiang because she had a bad mouth and couldn't eat it secretly to convince the public.

But now, Grandma Jiang is much more skilled than others in stealing food.

Jiang Feng tried hard to think about it, and found that when he was making silk yams, Grandma Jiang actually ate it, but she ate less, and it was more laborious when she ate, and it was always in line with her bad teeth, so everyone didn't doubt it for a long time.

"That'...... Grandma, you ...... Can you bite into the crispy apple?" Jiang Feng asked.

Grandma Jiang's skillful movements said that she was not a habitual offender, and Jiang Feng absolutely didn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, I didn't expect that the Jiang family's best at stealing food was actually Grandma Jiang.

"Biting it, isn't it just an apple, what can't be bitten, Xiaofeng, although grandma's teeth are not good, it is not so bad. Grandma Jiang said with a smile and looked at the steamer again, "Old man, which bowl is more delicious?"

"Your grandma doesn't eat apples. The old man said, "You can taste the bowl in the middle." ”

"Xiao Feng, remember to cut it into small pieces. Grandma Jiang said with a smile, as if she was ordering food.

Jiang Feng: "...... Ok grandma. ”