gourmet restaurant

Chapter 357 Chicken Soup
Jiang Yang was woken up by the alarm clock.

When I woke up, the smell of chicken soup had filled the living room.

Jiang Yang looked at the time, it was already eleven o'clock at noon.

After taking a short nap, I actually slept for more than two hours.

Jiang Yang thought with a wry smile.

Just wait for the chicken soup to simmer first, anyway, the longer it simmers, the stronger the soup will be.

After finishing the dinner for himself and Sister Xiaoyu, Jiang Yang left with the chicken soup.

Chicken soup is for grandpa. It is said that people who are sick can drink chicken soup to help their bodies recover.Jiang Yang doesn't know if it's true or not, but the chicken is rich in nutrition, so it shouldn't be fake.

Carrying two insulated barrels, he came all the way to the hospital.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat." Jiang Yang shouted.

When he arrived, Grandpa was in good spirits, chatting with the patient in the next bed.Jiang Xiaoyu peeled apples aside, looked at the matter in front of her with a smile, and said something from time to time.

Hearing Jiang Yang's words, Grandpa Jiang was overjoyed.

"Xiaoyang, come quickly, we are talking about you." Grandpa Jiang Yang waved and said.

Jiang Yang walked over, and while fiddling with the board for eating, he asked, "What are you talking about?"

Grandpa Jiang Yang laughed and said, "Tell me about the competition you participated in."

Jiang Yang suddenly realized that it was a cooking competition.

"Yes, the old man told me that you are very powerful, and you are still No. 1." The middle-aged man in the next bed said.

As soon as Jiang Yang heard it, he knew that this guy must not know about cooking competitions.

But it's normal, the Sichuan provincial qualifiers were not broadcast on TV stations, but only broadcast live on major platforms.

It is normal for this middle-aged man not to know.

"Not No.1." Jiang Yang smiled and shook his head without explaining too much.

"Grandpa, come to eat." Jiang Yang said after setting out the dishes.

The dishes are very simple, a stir-fried vegetable with only a small amount of oil and salt; a shredded pork with green pepper, and simmered chicken soup.

The shredded pork with green peppers was specially fried by Jiang Yang because he was afraid that Jiang Xiaoyu would not get used to it. The other two dishes were for Grandpa Jiang Yang.

"Hey, it's chicken soup today!" Jiang Xiaoyu said pleasantly.

She likes to drink chicken soup, but she is lazy, too troublesome, and doesn't want to make it, so she usually eats less.

Grandpa Jiang Yang saw it and said, "Xiao Yang, you made all these?"

Jiang Yang nodded and said, "Well, Grandpa, the doctor told you to eat lightly, so I fried a vegetable, and when I came back, I saw old hens for sale, so I made another chicken soup."

Grandpa Jiang Yang picked up the chopsticks and ate with a smile.

"Mmm! Delicious!" Grandpa Jiang Yang said after taking a bite of the vegetables.

Jiang Xiaoyu ate shredded pork with green peppers first, and the moment he ate it, only two words came to Jiang Xiaoyu's mind - damn it!
It's not that she has never fried shredded pork with green peppers, but compared with Jiang Yang's, what she fried is a piece of shit.

"Amazing, this skill is better than last year." Jiang Xiaoyu said.

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Eat more if it tastes good."

Jiang Xiaoyu was naturally not polite, she drank some of her favorite chicken soup.

At the entrance of the soup, there is a strong flavor of chicken, as if there is a whole chicken in a mouthful of soup.

The spiciness of the old ginger just rightly enhances the deliciousness of the chicken and removes the earthy smell of the chicken itself.

There are no extra seasonings in the chicken soup, and there are no other side dishes, just simple chicken.

delicious!Jiang Xiaoyu gathered thousands of words into these two words.

Involuntarily, Jiang Xiaoyu stared at Jiang Yang.

"Sister Xiaoyu, what are you looking at? Is there something on my face?" Jiang Yang was puzzled.

"I'm looking at how your brain grows and how you can cook such delicious dishes." Jiang Xiaoyu said.

"It's enough to practice more at ordinary times." Jiang Yang said.

Jiang Xiaoyu felt very overwhelmed, she usually practiced a lot, why did she make a pile of shit by herself.Jiang Xiaoyu seriously suspected that he and Jiang Yang were not talking about the same thing.

Grandpa Jiang Yang drank the chicken soup and looked at Jiang Yang with a smile, his eyes were full of satisfaction.What could be more satisfying than watching your offspring grow into talents?

Grandpa Jiangyang was very happy. His grandson is capable, and he will not worry about starving to death in the future, and he can still live happily.If the grandchildren get married and start a business early, then they will really die without regret.

After thinking about it, Grandpa Jiang Yang glared at Jiang Xiaoyu.Why doesn't my granddaughter play with her boyfriend?I'm 27, I'm old if I don't get married again.

Jiang Xiaoyu was a little confused, okay, why is the old man staring at him?

Before taking two bites, Grandpa Jiang Yang said to the middle-aged man in the next bed, "Come and eat together."

The middle-aged man shook his head: "No, my guy is going down to buy food, and he probably will come up soon."

As he said that, he couldn't help but look at the chicken soup. There was no other way. The chicken soup was so delicious. From the moment Jiang Yang lifted the lid, the middle-aged man was deeply attracted.However, after such a big age, the basic self-control is still there.

He quickly looked away, so as not to be seen by others.

Grandpa Jiang Yang said to Jiang Yang: "Xiao Yang, go and pour some chicken soup for Uncle Ning, we can't finish all this."

Jiang Yang got up immediately after hearing the words.

"No, really no." The man refused repeatedly.

"Uncle Ning, you're welcome, you can also try my craft." Jiang Yang said with a smile.

The middle-aged man forgot to look at the three of them and said, "Okay, then I'll try your handicraft."

Jiang Yang smiled and poured him half a bowl of soup, and another half bowl of meat for him.

"Enough is enough, I can't eat much." The middle-aged man kept saying.

Jiang Yang didn't listen, but still filled the bowl.

It's not that Jiang Yang is generous, Grandpa Jiang Yang is right, so much chicken and chicken soup, the three of them can't finish it.If you leave it until the second meal, the taste will not be as good as it is now.Instead of wasting it, share it.

The middle-aged man looked at the bowl of chicken soup and chicken in front of him, his Adam's apple moved up and down, but he didn't eat it now.

"What's the matter? Eat it quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold." Grandpa Jiang Yang said.

"I'll wait for my guy." The middle-aged man said.

Grandpa Jiang Yang smiled and said nothing.

He was looking forward to the middle-aged man's food, wanted to see his expression, and heard his praise for his grandson.

The current Mr. Jiang is like a child who has something good. He can't wait to share it with others and make others envy him.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman came in with four disposable lunch boxes and walked straight to the middle-aged man's bed.

"Lao Ning, what is it? It smells so good!" the middle-aged woman couldn't help but said.

"Master Jiang and his grandson made chicken soup." The middle-aged man said.

The woman nodded when she heard the words, and saw the chicken and chicken soup on the bedside table next to the hospital bed.

Looking at the middle-aged man, he asked, "This is..."

"It's the chicken soup made by Xiao Jiang." The middle-aged man said.

The woman said angrily: "How can you want other people's things?"

"Isn't Xiao Jiang No. 1 in some competition? I'm hungry right now." The middle-aged man laughed.

The woman gave him a blank look, but said nothing this time.

(End of this chapter)