After eating, Ji Yue continued to rush the draft, Jiang Feng went upstairs to take a nap, and when Jiang Feng woke up and went downstairs, Ji Yue was still rushing to the draft.

Art students, I can't afford to mess with them.

When he went to the kitchen, Jiang Feng found the yam that Comrade Wang Xiulian bought this morning, washed it, peeled and cut it into pieces, cut out ten plates of it at a time, and then went to the grocery room to turn out the loose sugar, and the preparation was done.

Sugar immersion at the bottom of the oil is the stunt of the chef of Lu cuisine, a pot of oil is fried on the top of the main ingredient and the sugar is boiled below, and the main ingredient is fried at the same time, which requires the chef's skill to be very high.

In my memory, Jiang Huiqin made two pots of yam at the same time, this method is similar to the method of sinking sugar at the bottom of the oil, Jiang Feng once doubted that Jiang Huiqin would not be able to sink sugar at the bottom of the oil before switching to the method of using two pots to fire at the same time.

As the carrying handle of the silk pulling vegetables, various legends claim to be able to put it on the head, and the most reliable one is in the "Vegetarian Theory": peel the skin, cut the crutch knife, burn it with oil, add the water rock sugar to the pot, that is, there is a filament. But if you fry it with sugar, there is no silk. The people of Beijing are happy to do it.

When eating, it is hot, the sugar shreds can pull out more than one zhang, more than 3 meters per zhang, Jiang Feng doesn't dare to imagine what kind of silk pulling yam can pull out more than three meters of silk, and what he can do can pull out more than 20 centimeters is the limit.

And use the method of oil bottom sugar immersion to do frequent overturning.

With his current level of heat, it is too difficult to really do a good job of oil bottom sugar. Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming will be immersed in the bottom of the oil, the difference is that Jiang Weiguo is based on his memories when he was a child, and later he gradually figured it out, a wild way. Jiang Weiming was taught by Jiang Chengde back then, and the orthodox Jiang family cuisine techniques.

Jiang Feng's oil bottom sugar was taught by Jiang Weiming, and it can be regarded as the highest-end technique that Jiang Feng has learned so far, but the mastery is very bad, and it is easy to overturn, and it would be good to pull out two of the ten trays of silk yams.

Jiang Feng revisited all the previous teachings of Jiang Weiming in his mind, opened the fire, poured oil, added sugar, and fried ingredients.

After a random operation, 4 discs were pulled out of the wire.

One of the plates is still played at a super level, the sugar is evenly wrapped, and the sugar is finely shredded. Jiang Feng took photos and videos of each plate according to the old man's instructions, and the most successful one took a small video of two minutes, and he also deliberately used chopsticks to clip a piece to show the wire drawing.

Jiang Feng put the remaining nine plates of finished silk yam into the take-out box, and took the most successful plate out for Ji Yue to taste.

Ji Yue was still in place to catch up with the draft, Jiang Feng suspected that she hadn't moved for a few hours, lined up her shoulders, and said, "Come and try the yam and remember to dip it in water." ”

"Oh. Ji Yue looked like she had just woken up from a dream in another world, and sluggishly picked up a piece of plucked yam with chopsticks and put it in her mouth, and jumped up in the next second.

"Damn, it's burning me. Ji Yue spit out the shredded yam in her mouth on the spot.

Jiang Feng said helplessly: "Can the freshly fried ones be hot and fried, can they not be hot?" I just said that you should dip in water, by the way, how many drafts do you owe for the New Year?"

"Not much, just a dozen. Ji Yue was so hot that she woke up, and went to get a rag to deal with the shredded yam she had just spit out, "It's okay, I'm sure I can finish painting before the deadline." ”

"When will it be delivered?" Jiang Feng asked.

"The day after tomorrow. ”

Jiang Feng: ......

It's hopeless, you wait for death.

The pigeon has advanced cancer.

After disposing of the garbage he created, Ji Yue sat down again and picked up a chopstick yam, and the still hot yam suddenly pulled out a long silk of sugar, and Ji Yue couldn't help but exclaim: "Wow, you can really pull out the silk!"

"It's... Pulling silk yam ......" Jiang Feng said.

"I know. Ji Yue said, stuffed the yam into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and praised, "Yes, it's much better than the sweet potato I ate in the restaurant at my house during the winter vacation." ”

Jiang Feng was waiting for this compliment, and he also felt that he had done a good job in this silk pulling yam: "You didn't pull the silk when you ate the silk pulling vegetables?"

"28 pieces of sweet potatoes, where did the silk come from. Ji Yue said, "88's pizza doesn't give you shreds, and you have to double the cheese to pull out the shreds." ”

Jiang Feng went back to the kitchen and brought out a plate of failed sweet potatoes that were not pulled out of the silk and asked, "Is it the same as my plate?"

Ji Yue tasted a pair of chopsticks and said, "It's much more unpalatable than your plate, but the restaurant I went to mainly sells mutton, maybe their master is not good at making sweet potatoes." The plate I ate, not to mention the silk, the sweet potatoes are all stuck together, the thick sugar layer is like a rock sugar gourd, it is slightly better to hold it in your mouth without chewing, and it is really sweet when you bite it. But the sweet potato is very good-looking, orange and red, and it is quite sweet to eat the sweet potato without eating the outer layer of sugar. ”

Jiang Feng: ......

"That master is definitely not good at making sweet potatoes. ”

There are not many shredded yams on a plate, Jiang Feng and Ji Yue, you take a bite and I will be empty, Ji Yue hasn't eaten sweets for a while, and after eating most of the plate, he feels that he is not satisfied, so he moved the plate of failed products that Jiang Feng brought out later to his eyes and continued to eat.

There are still 8 plates in the takeaway box, and the method of sinking sugar at the bottom of the oil is used to make sugar and oil, and Comrade Wang Xiulian will definitely feel distressed if he pours it out. Jiang Feng erased the words on the sign at the door and changed it to: Silk yam (special) 19 yuan!!

Looking at the mobile phone, it was four o'clock, and it was about to start business, Jiang Jiankang was still nowhere to be seen, Jiang Feng called him, and was cut off after the first drip.

"Your mom and I are watching a movie, I'll go back later, you can stay in the back kitchen for a while. ”

Jiang Jiankang sent a WeChat message to Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng: ......

His instincts told him that this could be the entire time for dinner.

Wu Minqi came on time at half past four, there were a few customers in the store, Wu Minqi said hello to Ji Yue, went into the kitchen, put on a hat and an apron, and asked, "What dishes can I cook?"

Jiang Feng glanced at the list: "Two fish-flavored shredded pork rice bowls for takeaway, one for chili fried meat, and one for mapo tofu, my parents are estimated to come back late tonight, and my grandfather won't come, so it's just the two of us in the back kitchen." ”

Wu Minqi nodded, didn't say much, and went straight to work.

The special price of the silk yam was sold out early, and Ji Yue also helped Jiang Feng investigate the evaluation of diners, and the response was not bad, although it was not all praise, but there were no obvious bad reviews.

As Jiang Feng expected, Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian didn't come back until after nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Jiankang carried a few large bags of Wang Xiulian's hard work, and sat down in the store tiredly.

There were no more customers in the store, Ji Yue went to deliver the last few takeaways, Jiang Feng was wiping the table, and Wu Minqi had already gone back.

"Smash, how is today's game?" Wang Xiulian's spirit is very good.

"The unanimous vote was promoted, and the specific time of the next competition has not yet been announced. Jiang Feng said.

"Good job, it's really worthy of my son, come, this is the facial cleanser that my mother bought for you!" Wang Xiulian took out a small facial cleanser worth dozens of yuan in the bag, and said to Jiang Jiankang, "Quickly take away your new board, didn't you buy it for you, and you still look depressed." ”

"What I want is not a chopping board, that set of knives is really good, the last set, maybe sometime someone else will buy it. Jiang Jiankang said.

"A set of knives is more than 20,000 yuan, how much money do you earn a day?" Wang Xiulian frowned.

"I can earn about that much in a day. Jiang Jiankang muttered quietly.

"What did you say?" Wang Xiulian was furious.

"Nothing, nothing. Jiang Jiankang hurriedly said, still thinking about the group of knives he saw before.

"Mom and Dad, have you eaten dinner?" Jiang Feng asked, he knew his own father too well, and he could buy the knife he liked tomorrow with a small vault.

"Eat. Wang Xiulian said, walked to Jiang Feng's side and took the rag in his hand, "Okay son, you're tired for a day, go back and rest, and let your father do the rest of the hygiene." ”

Jiang Jiankang, who accompanied his wife to go shopping for a day: ???

Jiang Feng was naturally happy to not have to work, gave his father a sympathetic look, and quickly slipped back to the dormitory.

There is no one in the dormitory, Wang Hao is still in the library holding "Signal and System" and is dying, the day after tomorrow is the make-up exam, and now that the Qing exam has been canceled, he has to retake the make-up exam if he still hangs up, he has to skip class bravely these days, and he can't wait to eat and live in the library.

Back in the dormitory, Jiang Feng was not idle, and turned on the computer to inquire about the relevant information of the Good Taste Cooking Competition.

*In the last chapter, my manuscript box is very peaceful.