Life game

Chapter 657 Artistic Breath
How good is barbecue?

What is the best grilled vegetables, grilled staple food, or grilled meat dishes.

Whether roast beef is delicious, roast lamb is delicious, grilled pork skewers are delicious, or three meat mixed skewers are delicious.

It was difficult for Jiang Feng to answer these questions, he could only say that they were all delicious!
As long as the chef is in place, not to mention vegetables, meat and staple food, grilled durian is delicious!

Peng Changping didn't lie to Jiang Feng, he was really good at BBQ.All thanks to his great-grandson, a young BBQ fanatic.

Fat and thin, chunks of sizzling mutton skewers, covered with cumin to hide the smell of mutton.

The meat is tender, but also large, well-organized, and the savory beef skewers are brushed with salty sauce several times to make it more infiltrating.

The larger pieces are fat and thin, with a little crispy bone, crunchy, the gravy is flowing, and the marinated pork skewers are sprinkled with a little chili powder on the surface.

Baked just right, extremely crispy, sliced ​​moderately thick, slightly salty in the mouth but full of flavor filled with sweet baked bun slices baked with wheat.

Not to mention the others, so it can’t be compared with all kinds of meat skewers and the tasteless and extremely delicious baked buns, but it is still extremely good and delicious, and people can’t forget just smelling it The taste will make the tongue off the skewers.

Jiang Feng felt that if the grilled skewers at the entrance of his elementary school were of this level, he would have caught up with the average level of Jiang's family long ago, and he would have ended up fighting against his two cousins.

Peng Changping's grilled skewers are grilled in order, from meat to staple food to vegetables, how many of each kind to grill depends entirely on the mood.Jiang Feng and Xu Chengcheng stood next to him to help carry the skewers. The one who gets the skewers first gets the moon, and the one who gets it first eats first.

Since there are too many monks and too few porridges, both of them basically guarantee that they can taste a little of each and pass on the rest. As for whether other people can taste a little of each, it is not their concern.

It may be because of the atmosphere, Peng Changping asked Jiang Feng about the Jiang family while grilling skewers. These things were not secrets, and Jiang Feng knew that there was nothing to talk about.

While chatting, Peng Changping couldn't help talking about himself.

After Peng Changping moved abroad, he opened a local Chinese restaurant, but now that restaurant is basically managed by his disciples and grandchildren, and he has not cooked for many years.

He has three sons and a daughter, only the eldest son and the youngest daughter have learned his craft, and the daughter no longer works as a cook after marrying a lawyer.The eldest son who was originally expected to inherit the restaurant got cancer and went there at a young age, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man.

As for the other children and grandchildren, they have their own pursuits and ambitions, and they are engaged in all walks of life, but there is no chef.

Although Peng Changping said that there are apprentices inheriting the mantle of Tan family cuisine, the craftsmanship is not lost. He went to Yongheju to taste the craftsmanship of a few disciples and grandchildren today, and he feels that they have not lost the reputation of Tan family cuisine, so there is nothing to regret.But Jiang Feng still read the word "regret" from his tone and eyes.

"The times are different now and everyone has more choices." Peng Changping stopped grilling skewers after feeling a little tired, found a chair nearby and sat down, and Jiang Feng made him a cup of hot tea.

Peng Changping took two breaths from the cup, took a sip of tea, and then slowly said: "When I was a child, I didn't have to choose. If my father was a carpenter, my son would be a carpenter. If my father was a cook, my son would be a cook. If my father was a tailor, my son would be a tailor. No matter you Whether you like it or not, these are good jobs. You can support your family and live in a stable craft. Usually, you can’t learn it. Reading is a good source. After reading it, you can become a reporter, write articles, and go to work in the government. At that time, even if we wanted to read and practice calligraphy, ordinary people didn’t have the conditions, and no one taught us.”

"It's different now. Everyone can read and everyone can write. With a wider horizon, there will be more choices. If you don't like it, then you don't like it. We didn't have to choose. Now you have so many choices, of course you have to choose what you want. happy."

Seeing that the topic began to gradually expand in a slightly sad direction, Xu Cheng quickly interrupted: "Master Peng, in half an hour you will be at the time to take your medicine. I remember that you didn't bring your medicine when you came out and threw it in the hotel How about I accompany you back to the hotel now?"

Peng Changping slapped his head: "Look at my memory, I forgot about it again. When I came out, my grandson set the alarm clock for me two days ago and asked me to take medicine on time. The alarm clock set the medicine but didn't bring it. I won’t bother you any more and I’ll go back first.”

After saying that, Peng Changping got up to leave.

Jiang Feng walked him to the door and helped him open the door.

"That's right." Peng Changping walked out of the barbecue restaurant, and suddenly turned his head to look at Jiang Feng, "Since my junior sister's grandson and you are college classmates, please contact him and ask him to talk to Zhang Chu if possible. You can't come to Peking to get together."

"If you really don't have time, then I will go to find him on a certain day. I haven't seen him for many years, and I always want to meet these old friends."

"Don't worry, I'll send a message to Junior Zhang tonight." Jiang Feng quickly agreed.

Watching Xu Cheng and Peng Changping leave, both of them got into the car recently. Jiang Feng opened the door and went back to the store. Then he found that the atmosphere in the store had changed.

Wang Xiulian was picking Jiang Jiankang's barbecue, Jiang Jiankang was also picking his own barbecue, Ji Yue looked at Zhang Guanghang's barbecue full of doubts, Zhang Guanghang was full of doubts about his own barbecue while grilling.

Peng Changping single-handedly raised everyone's evaluation standard for barbecue.

Only Sang Ming was an exception. He was frantically sending WeChat to his sister to brag about how delicious the barbecue was. After sending the WeChat, he even wanted to send it to Moments.

Now Sang Ming is pulling people around to ask who took the photo just now.

Everyone was busy eating just now, who still remembers to take pictures.

Jiang Feng took it.

Jiang Feng raised his mobile phone and waved at Sang Ming: "I took a picture."

Sang Ming ran towards Jiang Feng happily like a galloping pony, and said with a smile, "Little boss, is this the way our shop will be built in the future?"

Jiang Feng:?
you are dreaming?

Jiang Feng didn't reply, and sent the photo to Sang Ming.

"By the way, little boss, who is the master chef who helped us barbecue just now? Is it the barbecue master you specially hired from outside? The barbecue he made is really delicious. I have never eaten it in my life Such a delicious barbecue, really! I think the old chef is quite old. Is he a very famous barbecue chef? Do you know his name? I can include his name when I post on Moments Is it?" Sang Ming fired a series of bullet-like questions at Jiang Feng like a machine gun.

"The master just now was Peng Changping," Jiang Feng said.

"Who is Peng Changping? A particularly famous barbecue master?" Sang Ming asked.

Jiang Feng: ...

He forgot that Sang Ming was a person who didn't even know Wharton, so how could he know who Peng Changping was?
"Does the famous chef record know?" Jiang Feng asked.

"I know." Sang Ming nodded. Although he didn't know who was on the list of famous chefs, he still knew about the list of famous chefs, just like most people know the Forbes list but don't know who is in the top 10 list.

Whoever he is, I can't get in anyway.

"Master Peng is the successor of Tan's family cuisine, and he is also the number one master in the list of famous chefs. And he was not invited by me. He just happened to have dinner at Yonghe across the street today, so he came to have a look." Jiang Feng said .

Sang Ming's eyes widened, and as Jiang Feng expected, he let out a "wow" sound.

Then Sang Ming started to edit Moments, and halfway through editing, he handed the phone to Jiang Feng: "Little boss, please help me to see, is Master Peng's Peng Changping these three words?"

Jiang Feng: ...

Don't think I don't know, you don't care who Peng Changping is at all, you just want to post on Moments.

Zheng Siyuan's birthday peach was the last to arrive. It is not so much a birthday peach as a birthday bag. It is small, the size of a palm, and looks very delicate and cute. It really looks like a small peach from a distance.

Zheng Siyuan called it Shansong. When it was delivered, the birthday peaches were still warm and soft to the touch. The bean paste filling was slightly sweet, and the noodles were very soft. The mouthfeel was soft and not too sweet.For Jiang Feng, who had a night of barbecue, it was a pleasure to eat such a small, exquisite, moderately sweet but unexpectedly degreased longevity peach at the end of dinner.

There were not many birthday peaches, so it was impossible for each person to have one. Except for Jiang Feng and a few others who ate a whole, everyone shared it, and it was all a joy to taste.

The advantage of having a private meal in someone else's restaurant is probably that you don't need to clean up after eating, and you can experience the thrill of customer consumption when you leave after eating.

After returning home, Jiang Feng suddenly had no reason to relish Peng Changping's grilled mutton skewers, probably because this was the first skewer that Jiang Feng ate Peng Changping grilled.

After reminiscing about it, Jiang Feng suddenly felt a little hungry.Although he was already full, the hunger caused by this sudden craving cannot be subsided.Jiang Feng remembered that when the noodles were cooked in the morning, there seemed to be a little bit of noodles left, which was not enough for a bowl. If they were cooked now and then added an egg, sprinkled with chopped green onion and drizzled with sesame oil, it should be just enough to satisfy their hunger.

Action is worse than heartbeat, Jiang Feng took off his coat and walked into the kitchen to start cooking noodles.

When Wu Minqi walked out of the room with the gift she had prepared for Jiang Feng, she happened to see Jiang Feng beating eggs.

"Fengfeng, aren't you full?" Wu Minqi asked.

"I'm full. I just suddenly felt a little hungry just now. I happened to have some noodles left in the morning, so I simply cooked them." Jiang Feng noticed something in Wu Minqi's hand, "What is this?"

Wu Minqi was a little confused: "This is a gift I prepared for you."

"Gift?" Jiang Feng was a little surprised. If he remembered correctly, Wu Minqi gave him a pair of shoes just a few hours ago.

"It's not a birthday gift, it's an anniversary gift." Wu Minqi spread out the things in his hands, and Jiang Feng realized that it was an apron.

One style is very simple, white, with a maple character on the upper left corner, and an apron with a strange pattern on the lower right corner.

Staring at the strange pattern, Jiang Feng felt like he was a person, an abstract person with a bit of Picasso style.

If you look closely, it should be a man.

"What's this?" Jiang Feng pointed to the Picasso-style abstract villain on the apron.

"you."

Jiang Feng:?
? ?
???

"I ordered this apron online." Wu Minqi was a little embarrassed, "Actually, I didn't draw it like this at the beginning. Their apron said that it can be DIY, as long as I send them the words and patterns I want, They can get it out for me."

"At first, I wanted to ask Ji Yue to draw it for me, but then I thought that since it was a gift, I had to draw it myself. When I drew it, it didn't look like this. Although it didn't look good, it looked normal, because I still asked Ji Yue taught me how to draw. I don’t know why this kind of thing was sent. I wanted to return it and ask them to make a new one for me, but there was no time. I planned to not send it, but You made me that bowl of noodles again this morning, and I thought it wouldn't be good not to give it away, but if I gave it away, I feel..." Wu Minqi whispered more and more, and the more she spoke, the faster she spoke, and the simple words became Broken thoughts.

Jiang Feng suddenly felt that it would be worthwhile to see her boss Wu like this, even if his q-version image turned into a Picasso-style villain.

At least... looks artistic.

Jiang Feng took the apron from Wu Minqi's hand, wrapped him around himself, and looked down.

"Is there an artistic atmosphere?" Jiang Feng wanted to liven up the atmosphere.

"Pfft." Wu Minqi couldn't hold back.

Her Fengfeng is so cute.

Cute even in the trash can.

(End of this chapter)