Life is a Game

On the next day, Jiang Feng began his regular cooking practice in the winter holidays.

Qi Jiang Weiming also became one of the instructors. Together with Jiang Weiguo, two big Buddhas were staring at Jiang Feng during the kitchen.

"Old, old, too hot, don't you feel the dishes you fried yourself? Haven't you fried in just a few days, won't you even cook a green vegetable?" Jiang Weiguo is definitely a tyrant in the kitchen, roar Jiang Feng was afraid to come out.

"What are you afraid of, can you fire it up? Down, come back!"

This is the 17th plate of vegetables that Jiang Feng has dumped this morning.

Wang Xiulian and Li Mingli washed two large baskets of vegetables in the morning, enough for Jiang Feng to stir-fry all day long.

没有 Nothing else in the countryside. Green potatoes and sweet potatoes are all good ingredients for cooking. The village is close to the town, and the town's vegetable market is absolutely enough.

If Jiang Feng can really rush the vegetables in the vegetable market, he is not far from the teacher.

Study the kitchen is more like learning English. It feels very important. It doesn't feel all right. Just practice it. Just like Jiang Sanjie, his cooking talent is so poor. After practicing for 40 years, Liu Qian eats the fried vegetables. She still says that they are delicious.

"Xiao Feng is the same as when you were a child. There is nothing wrong with it." Jiang Weiming watched Jiang Feng practice his kitchen with emotion.

"I was too old at that time, I was not ten years old, and it was normal to find it. He was a twenty-year-old man, and he had a problem with me when he was a kid, is it fair?" Jiang Weiguo hummed dissatisfied.

"Now it's different. At that time, we should find a teacher who would recognize a character every hour. They had to go to school, work, and be decent. Our business was tired and painful, and it was not as popular as before. Xiaofeng was willing to learn, You just sneak in. "Jiang Weiming said," Okay, you're playing well with him, and it won't be bad in the future. "

Jiang Weiguo's expression eased a lot, with a bit of relief in his tone: "My four grandchildren, and he insisted on dropping the sandbags at first, and did not pull one of the basic skills. He did not break for seven years, and the remaining three. It looks very sturdy, it doesn't work at all, it makes me tired and tired. "

Minjiang Feng opened the fire with Zheng Daquan intently and stared at the wok, without hearing the whisper of the old man. Otherwise, he will know that the old man didn't think he had a thin arm and did n’t have the strength to hang him for a year, but he was the most honest of the four grandchildren. The other three brothers and cousins ​​knew that they were lying.

"Go out and turn around?" Jiang Weiguo proposed.

"it is good."

"Xiao Feng, you fry another ten dishes, and then take a break, my three grandpas and I will go to the village, fry well, I will come back to check!" Jiang Weiguo said loudly.

"Okay, grandpa!" Jiang Feng turned off the fire and brought the vegetables out.

"Old again, look at what you fried. I took it to feed the pigs and waited to feed my pigs." Jiang Weiguo didn't forget to say a few words before leaving.

After the big flower was slaughtered, Grandma Jiang was afraid of the loneliness of the other two pigs in the pigpen, so she bought two piglets. Anyway, after the Chinese New Year, she had to slaughter another pig to be a pig for a while.

The two newcomers were raised by Grandma Jiang for several months. Grandma Jiang's pig-raising skills were obviously inferior to those of her grandfather. The old man was not so fond of the four pigs in the pigpen. If the big flower was still there, he would definitely be reluctant to let him eat the vegetables fried by Jiang Feng.

"Brother, do you want to take over your two sons for Chinese New Year and have dinner together, or do we pass?" Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Weiming wandered around the village.

"They, I'm afraid they don't want to come over. My little son in my family hasn't come back to see me for ten years, and it's even more unnecessary in the past. I forgot to say something to the boss. When I get back, I'll call him and talk to him. Tell me. "Jiang Weiming didn't want to mention his children.

He didn't want to say, Jiang Weiguo didn't ask.

The two walked around slowly and unknowingly went to the fish pond in the village. The fish pond was contracted by all the people in the village. The cost was shared. Occasionally take care of it. Already.

Wei Jiang Weiguo saw two familiar figures beside the fish pond.

Minjiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang, two flexible fat men, squatting next to the fish pond one by one, fishing from time to time, and pointing at the fish pond from time to time.

Qi Jiangwei has no control over the blue tendons on his head.

His two sons, who could not find anyone early in the morning, ran idle and ran out to fish.

"You two little cubs, what do you get!" Jiang Weiguo scolded.

Qijiang Jiankang heard the voice of the old man was agitated and almost pulled his second brother into the fish pond together.

"Dad." Jiang Jiankang smiled out, "My brother and I were fishing for fat-headed fish. I didn't see any good at the vegetable market before. I want to see if there is fish in the fish pond."

"What do you two do to buy fat fish?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"Xiaofeng said yesterday that Sanbo is going to make me chopped fish head today. There are no ingredients in the house. My brother and I will definitely buy them." Jiang Jiankang said.

Weijiang Weiguo: ...

If the two goods are not his own, he really wants to go to the bonito pond one by one.

He turned out to be a bit eccentric to the boss, because the boss has a good talent, but he did n’t lose anyone who was hungry. Every son was fat from fat to big. Why is he trying to eat one by one as if he did n’t have enough food? .

Qiu Jiang Weiguo looked at the two sons poorly.

Wei Jiang Weiming laughed and came out to round the field: "I did talk to Xiaofeng on the way yesterday, and I have the intention to build the party and Jiankang."

"Brother, they're just making a fool of it, you just let it go."

"It's okay, find a time, I will also make you a table of Sichuan cuisine, so that you can pick and choose the fault." Jiang Weiming said.

"Then I dare not pick your third brother's fault." Jiang Wei State Road, ignored his two sons, and left with Jiang Weiming.

I waited for the two old men to go away, Jiang Jiankang asked with a net bag: "Second brother, do we still catch fat fish?"

Min Jiangjian thought for a while: "Anyway, my dad scolded him, scold it, maybe he can catch it!"

Qijiang Jiankang thought this was reasonable, and the two brothers picked up the fat fish again.

"Don't scold them all the time, several nephews are so old, they are filial and good," Jiang Weiming advised. "Neither of my two sons is filial to my apprentice."

"Sometime to see your apprentice?"

"After the New Year, you have time to go to Shudi ~ www.readwn.com ~ I also have a few old old colleagues who have been out of contact for many years. They are better than me, and my children and grandchildren will fight for their father's business, especially It is the granddaughter of old man Wu, who was born to eat this bowl of rice. I will take you to know him. "Jiang Weiming said.

Uh ...

Qijiang Feng fried the ten dishes of greens prescribed by the master and sat in a kitchen chair to rest.

Counting these ten dishes, he has fried twenty-eight dishes, and his hands are a little numb.

Qijiang Feng does not want to engage in all activities that require hands-on participation, including playing mobile phones.

"Xiao Feng, the pig is calling, it should be hungry, you can feed the pig!" Grandma Jiang shouted in the house next door.

"Okay, grandma!" Jiang Feng replied loudly, rubbing his wrists, pouring the vegetables from the 泔 bucket into the pig's food bucket and mixing it with pigweed, and raised the pigpen to feed the pigs.

Hold two big pigs, two little pigs, staring at the barrel in Jiang Feng's hands and humming.

Qijiang Feng poured pig food into the trough, and four pigs swarmed.

The pig's name was taken by Grandma Jiang. In addition to the big flowers that have been slaughtered, the remaining two big pigs are called Erhua and Sanhua, and the two little ones are called Sihua and Wuhua. They are called by weight. If Sanhua can succeed the latecomer, it can also be renamed Erhua.

But Sanhua probably doesn't have this opportunity.

Er Erhua doesn't like to move, he can eat and sleep, and most of his fat is fat. The three flowers are different. Although they are not as good as the big flowers, they also exercise on weekdays. They look very strong. This year's annual pig is estimated to be three flowers.

肯定 It must be good to make ham on its hind legs!

"Sanhua, do you say how well my vegetables are fried?" Jiang Feng looked at Sanhua.

Sanhua buried her head to eat, and her strong hind leg kicked her Erhua who just squeezed it.

What a good leg!