Jiang Weiming put the bowl firmly on the table, a small bowl, half a bowl of bean curd and half a bowl of water.

"I'll bring it out to you in the kitchen. Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"Third grandfather, let's go serve it for you. Jiang Feng said.

"No, it's not a few steps away, there is a food box in the kitchen, and I put the bowl in the food box and bring it over. Jiang Weiming said and turned around and went back to the kitchen.

After Jiang Weiming left, everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the bowl on the table.

"Why did the third uncle think of making bean curd for us today?" Jiang Jiankang was the most unsoothing and took the lead to speak, "I'll go get the sugar, this bean curd must be mixed with sugar to be delicious." ”

Jiang Jiankang is a staunch sweet party.

"Dad, this doesn't seem to be bean curd. Jiang Feng grabbed Jiang Jiankang, who was about to go to find sugar, "This should be chicken juice bean curd." ”

"Chicken bean curd?" Zhang Guanghang's voice carried a hint of surprise, "It's actually chicken bean curd." ”

"Have you eaten it?" Jiang Feng couldn't help but secretly say that he was worthy of Lao Zhang, he had eaten all this kind of legendary dishes.

"Ate it a few times. Zhang Guang said, seeing that everyone was looking at him, he hurriedly explained, "Although chicken bean curd and boiling water cabbage are both high-end clear soup dishes, the difference between the two is actually quite big. Boiled cabbage is a state banquet dish, which is very famous, it is difficult to see in ordinary restaurants, and it is rarely sold in high-end restaurants. However, chicken bean curd is relatively common, and some restaurants have low prices. ”

"However, this is the first time I've seen chicken bean curd like this. Zhang Guanghang looked at the chicken bean curd on the table, and his eyes couldn't stop admiring, "I have eaten the chicken bean curd from the small shop and the famous store, although it looks like bean curd, but when it is served, you can see that it is just like, even Wu Xiuyun (Wu Minqi's grandfather) master can't make such a fake and real, if it weren't for your reminder, I wouldn't have thought that this is the chicken bean curd of the chicken bean curd." ”

"It's the first time I've seen such a chicken bean curd. Zhang Guanghang emphasized again.

Everyone knows that chicken bean curd is eating chicken without seeing chicken, not like chicken, just like chicken, better than chicken, but only Jiang Weiming did it.

The clear soup is as clear as white water, white and fluffy, smooth at the cut surface, and there are no excess flocculent small pieces of minced chicken, which are placed in small porcelain bowls that can be bought for a few dollars everywhere in the market.

If Jiang Feng didn't know that Jiang Weiming had traveled thousands of miles to bring two cups of clear soup from the Demon Capital, who would have thought of the bowl in front of him that looked no different from the bean curd, not the ordinary bean curd brewed out of bean flour, but the chicken bean curd.

Now there is only one bowl of chicken bean curd on the table, according to the Jiang family's consistent tradition of respecting the old and not loving the young, this bowl of chicken bean curd is naturally to be served to Grandma Jiang.

"Su Hua, do you want to taste it first?" Grandma Jiang was polite before eating.

"No, I don't like to eat bean curd, sweet and salty. Chen Suhua shook his head and refused, "I'll go to the living room and call Zaide and them over, and bring the fruit bowl by the way." ”

Grandma Jiang nodded and was not polite, in fact, she didn't know what chicken bean curd was, thinking that it was the same as sweet bean curd and salted bean curd, but the taste was different.

Grandma Jiang, who didn't know what chicken bean curd was, picked up a spoon and scooped a large piece, and went to one-third of the bowl at once.

The chicken minced chicken mixed with a little chicken soup was sent into Grandma Jiang's mouth.

One bite.

Stunned.

A stagnation.

Surprised.

Grandma Jiang glanced at the chicken bean curd in the bowl with some surprise, and her voice was a little incredulous: "This is not bean curd?"

"No, isn't this a bean curd?" Grandma Jiang was a little skeptical about life.

"This should be bean curd. ”

"No, it's definitely not bean curd. ”

"Why does this thing taste like meat? It looks like chicken and pork, Xiao Feng, what kind of bean curd is this?"

Jiang Feng saw that his grandmother finally cued himself, and hurriedly said: "Grandma, chicken bean curd is not bean curd, this soup is a clear soup made from chicken broth, and the thing like bean curd in it is made of minced chicken and ham." ”

"Mom, how does it taste?" Jiang Jiankang looked at his own mother with blank eyes.

"Fresh, very fresh, fresher than the pot of soup your dad cooked during the Chinese New Year last year. Grandma Jiang was talking about the family photo of the clear soup made by the old man during the Chinese New Year last year, "I felt when I just ate it... Feel...... Anyway, it's not like eating anything else. ”

"I feel like I have a whole chicken in my mouth!" Grandma Jiang finally came up with an adjective.

Jiang Jianguo, Jiang Jiankang, and the brothers were about to drool when they heard it.

They also want to experience what it's like to have a whole chicken in their mouth.

Grandma Jiang scooped another spoonful of chicken bean curd, this time she scooped less minced chicken, and most of the spoon was clear soup.

Mouth, chew a few times, swallow.

Grandma Jiang smacked her lips.

"It's fresh, it's just that the taste is a bit too much, and I don't feel like I can eat anything. "Grandma Jiang has some regrets.

Chicken bean curd itself is a light clear soup dish of Yangchun Baixue pie, and Grandma Jiang's taste degradation is much heavier than that of ordinary people when she is old, and her comment is basically negligible.

When Grandma Jiang scooped the third spoonful, Jiang Weiming came in with a huge food box.

This is a very quaint, low-key revealing luxury, there are even carved on the box, I don't know what kind of wood is made of looks very textured, ordinary wooden food box.

There are several bowls of low-key and luxurious, ordinary and extraordinary, and everyone dreams of chicken bean curd.

The eldest aunt, who had been sitting quietly on the chair before, even when Grandma Jiang was eating chicken bean curd, did not show too eager eyes, suddenly stood up from the chair, and arrived at the door in a flash, and took the food box from Jiang Weiming's hand very skillfully, with a warm smile on her face.

"Uncle San, I'll help you carry it, it's really hard for you, and you have to send it to us when it's done. "Lick the dog without losing grace.

The agility, sincerity, and speed of the eldest aunt's reaction made everyone in the Jiang family unreachable.

Zhang Guanghang was stunned.

The eldest aunt quickly put the food box on the table and opened it layer by layer, took out the chicken bean curd inside, quietly took away the bowl with the largest portion, and sat back in place.

Everyone rushed up and began to scramble for the bowl they liked, even Zhang Guanghang was among them, hiding the chicken bean flower to be quick and ruthless, and he didn't see the demeanor of Gao Fu and Shuai at all.

While everyone was grabbing the chicken bean curd, the eldest aunt showed a bright smile at Jiang Weiming, and asked with concern, "Third uncle, have you eaten?"

Jiang Weiming only felt happy when he saw everyone grabbing the bowl: "I ate a lot of chicken bean curd when I was young, and it would be boring to eat it again, I specially made it for you today." ”

"I'll also bring their share together, you can call them over to eat later, I'll go back to work before the kitchen is done." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"Okay Uncle San, I'll take the food box and bowl later. The eldest aunt said warmly.

While the eldest aunt and Jiang Weiming were talking, everyone had already divided the chicken bean curd on the table, and the remaining bowls of the least were left on the table and waited for Jiang Zaide and them to come and eat.

Jiang Feng held a small bowl with a spoon, looked at the chicken bean curd in the bowl, and felt that what he was holding in his hand at this moment was not a bowl of food, but a bowl of holy relics.

I even feel honored.

Jiang Feng scooped a small piece of chicken bean curd, accompanied by the clear broth in the spoon, and took it in his mouth.

As Grandma Jiang said, the feeling of a whole chicken in her mouth.

The deliciousness of the whole chicken melted in the mouth at this moment.

It even felt like in addition to a chicken, there was half a pig.

Jiang Feng felt that his adjectives seemed to have been misled by Grandma Jiang.

Swallow.

The wonderful experience is over.

Jiang Feng more carefully scooped up a small piece of chicken bean curd, accompanied it with enough clear soup, and sent it to his mouth again.

Wonderful!

Delicious!

Delicacies!

What Michelin, what Roland, what menacing, what wealthy, what is in front of this small bowl of chicken curd?

Is there anything more important in this world than tasting the bowl of chicken bean curd in front of you?

Everyone in the dining room basically squinted slightly, and their faces were full of happiness.

The deliciousness of the top-notch consommé dish is wonderful.

Chen Suhua led Jiang Zaide and when they came to the dining room, what they saw was such a scene, which seemed to be a cult practice.

Everyone has a fruit plate in their hands, and Jiang Zaide not only holds a fruit plate in his hand, but also holds a disposable paper cup in his elbow.

Chen Suhua: ?

Jiang Zaide:???

Wang Hao & Jiang Xiaoran: (?? _???)

Although they didn't know what was going on, everyone still consciously walked to the table and put down the fruit bowl in their hands, and then found the chicken bean curd on the table.

Bean curd?

Jiang Zaide felt a little strange, shouldn't you eat tangyuan or Lantern Festival during the Lantern Festival? What do you do to eat bean curd, and there is no sugar jar next to it.

Although he felt strange in his heart, Jiang Zaide's body still honestly picked up the nearest bowl of chicken bean curd.

"Dede!" Jiang Jianguo suddenly widened his eyes and angrily scolded Jiang Zaide, startling Jiang Zaide.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Jiang Zaide was even a little frightened.

"How can you grab this bowl with such a rude posture, to hold it like me, to respect!" Jiang Jianguo had a straight face.

Jiang Zaide: ?

My dad is crazy?

Jiang Zaide silently changed the posture of grabbing the bowl to holding it.

Because the action of holding it was too awkward, Jiang Zaide did not scoop the chicken inside with a spoon first, but held the bowl to his mouth and tasted a mouthful of clear soup.

Jiang Zaide was shocked.

Jiang Zaide turned his head silently and said to Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Xiaoran seriously: "You have to hold it, you have to respect it!"