Life is a Game

Qi Jiangfeng fell asleep with deep grievances about the game.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Feng went downstairs and went to the buns shop at the gate of the community to buy a few buns for breakfast. I just met Chen Xiuxiu and Pan Ling who came back from the shopping on the road. They were carrying several bags of vegetables. I'm going to cook myself.

"Jiang Feng, come here for dinner today!" Pan Ling invited, "Xiu Xiu and I watched a video of cooking one night last night and just bought fresh lamb. I will stew the lamb soup for you!"

Min Jiangfeng: ...

到底 Should he tell them that cooking is not as simple as you think, mutton soup is a death cuisine.

Forget it, they are happy.

"Okay." Jiang Feng said.

看 Looking at WeChat group in the morning, Fourth Uncle's yesterday ’s potato beef stew didn't perform well, and he still has three leftovers. He bought another three pounds of beef to come back and stew.

"Pan Pan, I think braised lamb is better." Chen Xiuxiu hesitated, "Will the lamb soup be too savory?"

"No, yesterday's video tutorial didn't teach how to stew sheep soup without fanning? You can rest assured that the boss who just sold the mutton didn't say that this sheep is prairie sheep, not bad." Pan Ling was very confident.

"Come on, I'll go to breakfast first." Jiang Feng falsely encouraged.

Lamb soup is usually a good snack, but there are only a handful of people who can stew it completely. It is a family tradition that is not passed on unless the quality of the lamb is particularly good. . Pan Ling was so confident after watching a video tutorial ...

Forget it, the stewed sheep soup will teach him to be a man.

The buns at the gate of the community have been rolled out for nearly two decades. They live as long as this community. The old boss was now his daughter and now he takes over. In fact, his daughter's craftsmanship is not as good as hiss, but the surrounding residents are used to eating their buns in the morning. In addition, their buns are clean and not as acceptable as the original taste.

Now the New Year is approaching. The prices of vegetables and meat are getting higher and higher every day. Even the price of the buns is going up. Jiang Feng asked the boss just now. On the last day of the sale today, they have to pack up and go back to the countryside to celebrate the New Year.

I won't miss breakfast tomorrow.

After eating breakfast, Jiang Feng walked a few laps in the community. There are no more people in the community. Most of them are returning to the countryside to celebrate the Chinese New Year. A few elderly people who are not here are now struggling to grab the first line of New Year's goods. They set off early in the morning and will not return until the evening with a lot of loot.

I walked for more than an hour, Jiang Feng was almost ten o'clock, and went to Chen Xiuxiu's house without going home. These two people who hardly cook in the usual days must be busy cooking, and maybe the kitchen of Chen Xiuxiu's house is now a mess.

Sure enough, Chen Xiuxiu just opened Jiang Feng's door, and Jiang Feng smelled a suffocating smell before she entered.

That is a familiar, local sheep with a unique and strong smell.

Qijiang Jiankang did not cook mutton dishes very much, and even Comrade Wang Xiulian was not likely to pick mutton. When Jiang Feng was still in elementary school, Comrade Wang Xiulian was fooled by mutton and bought local sheep as prairie sheep. The taste of the braised lamb was Jiang Feng's direct memory. There was no other taste at the entrance.

Pan Ling is stewed lamb soup, and it has inspired all the smell of lamb.

It is thick and long, even though Chen Xiuxiu has opened all the windows in the house, he still refuses to disperse.

秀 Chen Xiuxiu had no love at all, and when she opened the door, she hid on the balcony, unwilling to approach the kitchen. Jiang Feng was also curious how Pan Ling stewed the sheep soup to this state, and held her breath to see the kitchen.

The kitchen is already a mess. There are many sand sculptures on the Internet. There are many sand sculptures in the kitchen of Chen Xiuxiu's family. The bubbling sheep soup is still on the stove. .

Pan Ling was still puzzled by the Yang Tang instructional video while holding her mobile phone.

"You can turn off the fire, your soup is all out." Jiang Feng's friendship reminded.

"No, this soup is too savory. My scent has not been removed. This step is correct. How can I cook it like this?" Pan Lingdao said.

The taste of the kitchen is too heavy. It is like entering a sheep pen. Jiang Feng does not know how Pan Ling endures it. It may be that the self-stewed filter in the stew has temporarily failed to smell. But Jiang Feng couldn't bear it. This pot of sheep soup was considered a waste, and he went forward to turn off the fire.

"What you add now is useless. You are a local sheep. The odor is already heavy. You can't remove all the blood vessels if you remove them completely," Jiang Feng said.

"Local sheep, okay, the boss lied to me again!" Pan Ling was angry and felt that it was all a sheep problem if he couldn't boil the sheep soup.

Min Jiangfeng saw a small piece of horn meat cut by Pan Ling on the cutting board, picked it up, and sighed.

"The mutton you bought was still filled with water, and you didn't cut it properly. There was no blood to remove, this soup ..." Jiang Feng sighed again, full of helplessness, and the lamb soup in the pot was full of froth, " Let's go to the toilet. Do you have any perfume to spray the toilet? "

Pan Ling didn't hesitate. After all, she cooked this pot of sheep soup. She just smelled it and thought it might be a good idea. She took a spoonful and tried it.

Taking a sip of sheep soup, Pan Ling's face turned green, and he silently took the sheep soup down.

The kitchen of Chen Xiuxiu's family was made by Pan Ling like the biochemical weapon laboratory. It is impossible to cook any more. No matter what they do inside, the smell of lamb will stick. The three can only move to Jiang Feng's kitchen and start cooking again. lunch.

Pan Ling and Chen Xiuxiu really do n’t buy vegetables. They go so early and the vegetables they buy are still not fresh. These two girls are also interesting. They bought garlic and **** instead of green onions. They bought a bottle of steamed soy sauce but did not buy fish. Instead, they bought a kilo of shrimp.

I asked why, and Pan Lingzhen said, "I cook sheep soup and Xiu Xiu make garlic back shrimp."

Qi Jiangfeng felt that if they were not driven back by the old man from the countryside, they could cook themselves to eat and eat themselves.

Tomatoes and scrambled eggs won't work. I just want to challenge the sheep soup and garlic back shrimp. It is more inflated than Jiang Feng ’s knives when he did n’t finish training. Www.readwn.com ~ Jiang Feng has n’t made Ki Wai shrimp.

Z city is not close to the sea, and the seafood is extremely expensive. When Jiang Feng just went to college, he heard that his classmates at home facing the sea said that they had burned a large plate of abalone 30 yuan, and their jaws were about to drop.

But the expensive Jiwei shrimp had to be burned. Jiang Feng watched the video on Pan Ling's mobile phone twice. That video didn't take the shrimp line at all, and it was a clipped video. The soundtrack was good, but many key steps were not cut. The final product, Jiang Feng, can be seen across the screen to see that Jiwei shrimp is burnt out.

Qiu Jiangfeng had no choice but to call his father.

I was yelled at by the old man, and when he was scolded, he pressed the shrimp line that the old man said. After a random operation, the four garlic-like versions of the open-back shrimp finally came out of the pot.

On the other side, the old man put down his mobile phone and turned to Jiang Weiming with a smile and complained: "This little bunny wants to fly before he walks steadily, and he stares at Shanghai as he travels without touching the ground."

"Okay, I don't think you are happy enough to stop showing off in front of my old man." Jiang Weiming laughed. "The day after tomorrow, wait for a few nephews to come back and kill the pig?"

他们 "They must have come back early in the morning, and they have to prepare breakfast for them," said the old man. "The next day, he killed Sanhua and made blood sausage."

"Sanhua? Sanhua is not enough, I think Erhua is pretty good, fat is thick enough to boil at least 10 pounds of suet." Jiang Weiming preferred Erhua.

"Erhua doesn't work, it just can't eat it. It's not good to use a fat bun to kill pork dishes. Sanhua is good. Its hind legs are firm and leave a piece of cured ham. Erhua can be slaughtered until around Dragon Boat Festival. It moves a lot, otherwise the meat is not tight enough, "the old man murmured," you have to find a chance to drive it out of the pigpen and run more.