Jiang Weiming simply fried a garlic fried pork slice for Jiang Feng again. He originally wanted to cook a few more dishes, no matter how bad it was, he had to cook two difficult good dishes for his nephew to taste, but the age was there, and he couldn't afford it.

Ordered a small bowl of noodles for himself, Jiang Weiming was a little disappointed.

When he learned that Taifeng Lou had returned to the Jiang family, he was full of ambition, as if he wanted to do a big job to help his nephew and grandson revitalize Taifeng Lou when he returned to his youth, but just now, his old and decaying body was telling him clearly.

You can't, you're already an old man with a few years to live, you can't hold a kitchen knife, you can't lift an iron pot.

You've been out of the kitchen for thirty years, and you're no longer a chef.

"Third Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Feng noticed that Jiang Weiming was in a bad mood.

"When I'm old, I'm tired from cooking two dishes, and I can't do it anymore. Jiang Weiming sighed.

When he was young, he could climb mountains and wade through rivers for two days and two nights without stopping. He could eat grass roots and bark, and he even ate Guanyin soil at the worst time, and he was still alive, and his body was so strong at that time! But now, he thinks that his body is so strong that he can't even cook a complete meal.

"Master, you are young, not old at all!" Jiang Jian patted his ass.

"You just have a sweet mouth, what about your grandson?" Jiang Weiming was amused by Jiang Jian.

"During the winter vacation, I was taken out by my mother to play, go to Beiping, see the capital, climb the Great Wall, yesterday my daughter-in-law complained to me, and I was clamoring to eat Peking duck along the way, and I didn't listen to any coaxing. Jiang said happily.

"Beiping City is good!" Jiang Weiming looked nostalgic, "By the way, Xiaofeng, when are you going to go back to Z City?

"Ah, the third grandfather doesn't have to be so troublesome, I'll call my grandfather tonight and say just let them all come over. Jiang Feng originally prepared like this, Jiang Weiming is so old next year, and the high-speed train from Shudi to Z City will take more than eight hours, and he is afraid that Jiang Weiming's body will not be able to bear it.

"How troublesome it is for a big family in your family to come and see me from afar, your third grandfather and I are in good health, and I am not old enough to walk, I will go with you, don't call, I want to see if my little brother can recognize me." Jiang Weiming snorted, feeling a little emotional.

Jiang Feng couldn't cry or laugh, he said that he was old, and he didn't accept the old at once, the old children and old children were really right.

"Okay, I won't say it, I'll surprise my grandfather when the time comes. Jiang Feng followed Jiang Weiming's words and said.

Jiang Weiming was in a hurry, he was in a hurry, and he said that he was going to go to Z City on the same day, but Jiang Feng's mobile phone checked it to show him that there was no ticket before he gave up. Jiang Jian strongly asked Jiang Weiming and Jiang Feng to live at home, probably because Jiang Weiming often came to Jiang Weiming's house, and he actually had Jiang Weiming's change of clothes at home.

Jiang Feng went to contact the landlord of the B&B to check out, the landlord was a talkative and warm-hearted Shudi girl, who had learned that Jiang Feng was here to find relatives and helped him give advice, and now Jiang Feng found someone to congratulate him, and then returned the money to him.

Jiang Feng didn't forget to send a message to tell Wu Minqi the good news.

It's still a message of more than four o'clock, as brief as ever.

"Congratulations, do you want to bring your third grandfather to my store for dinner?"

If Wu Minqi's house is a small restaurant like Jiang Feng's family, it would be nothing, but his house is a Michelin-starred restaurant. Prostitute it for nothing, Jiang Feng is embarrassed, give money, he has no money, and he can't be reluctant to have money, who told him to owe a lot of debt.

Jiang Feng decisively refused, and sent a message to tell her that he would return to the provincial capital tomorrow.

"I'll see you at school, I'm going to get busy first. ”

Jiang Feng: ......

I'm under a lot of pressure when my competitors work so hard!

When a competitor is from a better background than you, looks better than you, is better than you and works harder than you, what else can you do except lie flat and shout 666?

Dinner is cooked by Jiang Jian, he is a pure Sichuan cook, cooking a few authentic home-cooked Sichuan dishes, fish-flavored shredded pork, mapo tofu or something, the only big dish is chopped pepper fish head.

"Come on, come on, Xiao Feng taste the chopped pepper fish head that you Jiang Bo and I made, I don't make as good as your third grandfather, you can try it alive." Jiang Jian said enthusiastically, "In the first few years when I was working in a state-run hotel, the signature dish of our hotel was your third grandfather's chopped pepper fish head. ”

"How many years ago, you remember. Jiang Weiming shook his head with a smile, "You kid, graduated from high school, you don't enter the factory if you let you enter the factory, you don't take the college entrance exam, you don't have to come to the restaurant to do chores, you don't even want a salary, your parents are so angry, they chase you all over the city." ”

"I didn't expect you to barely learn it. ”

Jiang Feng tasted chopping pepper fish head with chopsticks.

It's decent, there's nothing to lose, and there's nothing to pick out the shining points.

I can only say that the taste is okay, but I can't close my eyes and praise how delicious this dish is.

Less than the above, more than the bottom.

If this dish was made by a Sichuan chef in his thirties and forties, Jiang Feng might still praise it, but Jiang Jian is a master who has been in the back kitchen for nearly forty years and has studied hard every day, so this dish is far from enough.

"It's delicious!" Jiang Feng's face did not change color, and his heart did not beat.

Ginger health music blossomed.

Jiang Feng was suddenly a little lucky.

Although he is not as talented as Wu Minqi and is a child of someone else's family who holds the template of the protagonist of the novel, he is at least better than most people and can be regarded as a little talented. If he is the same as Jiang Jian, he has studied cooking all his life, but because of his congenital limitations, it is difficult to go further.

What a pity that would be.

However, Jiang Jian has already seen it, Jiang Weiming told him when he first learned to cook that he has no cooking talent, he is inferior to ordinary people, and he can only be an ordinary cook for the rest of his life, he has been ready for a long time.

After 40 years as a cook, Master is healthy, has a happy family, and has a full house of children and grandchildren, and he is already very satisfied.

Today, I got a new compliment, Jiang Jian is so beautiful in his heart.

At night, when everyone was asleep, Jiang Jian took out his red diary from the bookshelf and wrote carefully:

On January 6th, chopped pepper fish head: Master's nephew praised it for being delicious.

It's been forty years, and Jiang Jian will always prepare two books, the black one will record bad reviews, and the red one will record good reviews. There are countless books he has written, all of which are neatly arranged on the shelves by him in chronological order.

Putting the diary back, Jiang Jian began to count the diary counts.

"Don't count, the red 26 and the black 24 won't change, how late, go to sleep!" Zhang Lidao, who was woken up by Jiang Jian's movements, turned over and fell asleep again.

It's definitely going to change!

Jiang Jian didn't dare to say it, he retired, and his son didn't let him do it, it didn't matter. He has a pension, and when he saves enough money, he can open a small restaurant on his own.

He was born to be a cook, and his parents gave him a good name, hygiene, and the kitchen is to maintain hygiene.

He is only in his sixties, and he can work for another ten years, twenty years, until he is old, and he will work until he dies!

With his little secret in his arms, Jiang Jian went to bed.