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Chapter 84 Kung Pao Chicken
Jiang Feng suddenly remembered a dish.

Kung Pao Chicken.

Unlike most florists, the first time the rabbit cooks is tomato scrambled eggs, Jiang Feng's first dish is kung pao chicken.

When he was in the first year of junior high school.

Kung Pao Chicken is a difficult home-cooked dish. When Jiang Feng cooked it for the first time, he was his own diner, and he almost cried when he tasted it.

The plate of Kung Pao Chicken was secretly thrown away by Jiang Feng without mentioning it.

At that time, the old man didn't allow him to touch the pot, but he had practiced knife skills for six or seven years at that time, and he was in the period of rebellion.Jiang Jiankang's specialty dish was Kung Pao Chicken, which was often ordered by diners of healthy snacks. Although no one taught Jiang Feng, he learned a little from watching Jiang Jiankang cook every day.

Jiang Feng, who was young and frivolous and a bit of a sophomore in the second year of middle school, thought that Kung Pao Chicken was just a mere Kung Pao Chicken, and his talent was not easy to come by, and then the reality gave him a loud slap in the face and told him to cut vegetables honestly.

People always have a hard time letting go of the first dish they cook. Even if Jiang Feng never mentioned it, no one knew about it, but during the three years of high school when he gave up cooking, he often encountered Jiang Jiankang cooking Kung Pao chicken in the back kitchen. Ding, he will subconsciously look and observe.

Jiang Feng thought about it carefully, as if he didn't know anything except the first time he cooked a plate of Kung Pao Chicken, and never made this dish again.

Not only because Jiang Jiankang was here and it was not his turn to cook Kung Pao Chicken, but also because the Kung Pao Chicken he cooked himself was the worst dish he had ever eaten before going to college.

That smell really impressed him, unforgettable.

It was only after going to University A that Jiang Feng realized what it means to be someone beyond others, and there is a sky beyond the sky. As long as the canteen master thinks about it, it can easily be a hundred times worse than his kung pao chicken.

"Grandpa, is the chicken stewed yet?" Jiang Feng raised his head abruptly. If the chicken was cooked, there would only be Kung Pao and no diced chicken.

"Not yet, isn't it in the pot? When these two dishes are ready, we will stew them." The old man said, he was guarding the trotters and had no time to deal with the leftover chicken.

It's very dangerous, otherwise grandma will have to sacrifice another chicken.

There was also a gas stove in the kitchen. Fortunately, there was a gas stove. It was really difficult for Jiang Feng to control the heat with an earthen stove.

Jiang Feng cut two taels of chicken breast, diced, coated with egg liquid, sprinkled with a little pepper, some cooking wine and starch, massaged the chicken to coat them evenly, and marinated in a bowl.

When adding ingredients, Jiang Feng was still a little guilty. There were two main reasons for his incomparable failure: one was the heat, and the other was adding ingredients randomly.

I don't know what to do in my heart, and I don't know how to measure it in my hands.The dishes made are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty and tasteless, but they are not for people to eat.

After more than ten minutes, Jiang Feng felt that the chicken breast was almost done.

Heat a pan and pour oil.When white smoke started to rise from the pot, Jiang Feng saw the timing and poured the chicken breast into it, stir-fried it over high heat, and took it out as soon as it was cooked.

Reheat a pot of hot oil, add the seasonings to be added and stir fry.Jiang Jiankang's kung pao chicken is sweet, and what Jiang Feng learned from him is naturally sweet. He is afraid that adding too much sugar will spoil the dishes, so Jiang Feng is timid when adding ingredients.

Stir-fry for 2 minutes, pour in the diced chicken, add cooking wine, dark soy sauce, light soy sauce and salt, and stir-fry over high heat until the diced chicken is uniform in color and meaty aroma comes out, then serve on a plate.

【A plate of nondescript Kung Pao Chicken】

nondescript?

Jiang Feng tasted the chopsticks, and it was indeed a bit nondescript.

Because I was a little timid when cutting the ingredients, it was not sweet or salty, and it was unpalatable but not unpalatable, which was the normal level of the school cafeteria.

The old man's Fengjing Ding's hoof was also at a critical moment. He asked Jiang Jiankang to add firewood to the stove and heat up the fire so that the marinade would thicken and wrap the pig's trotters in flavor.

Almost at the same time as the pig's trotters came out of the pan, the fish balls were almost ready.

If it is an ordinary family meal, the old man will not arrange the plate.Once you put it on a plate, pour the broth, it tastes the same whether you put it on the plate or not. The old man never spends too much time on his unsatisfactory children and grandchildren.

But today was different. Today's dishes were not made for Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Feng's unsatisfactory descendants, but for Jiang Weiming!

Jiangjia cuisine is also very particular about the presentation.

A good-looking plate can make people look at it from a distance, and they will have an appetite before even asking about the taste. Who said that human beings are visual animals?

No matter what it is, even if it is a vegetable, it has advantages in looking good.

Don’t you see the fried yam with blueberry juice in the dining hall of A, in fact, the taste is not as bad as the students scolded. Compared with other dark dishes in A, it is already good, but because it looks dark, everyone scolds dark dishes every day.

The food was ready, but Jiang Jiandang and his wife hadn't come yet. Jiang Jiankang reminded Jiang Weiguo with a cheeky smile: "Dad, the second brother said in the WeChat group that he and the second sister-in-law are on their way."

"What? As an old man, I have to wait for my son to come to eat before I can move my chopsticks?" The old man glanced at Jiang Jiankang.

"How is it possible, wait for what the second brother and the second sister-in-law do, Xiaofeng, go, come and have dinner with me!" Jiang Jiankang immediately changed his words.

At the dinner table, everyone waited for Jiang Weiming to move the chopsticks first.

Fengjing Ding's hoof had already been cut open. Jiang Weiming stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a small piece of the innermost meat, dipped it in some sauce, and tasted it.

"The oil film of the marinade was not cleaned."

"It's not completely steamed, and the juice doesn't seep in."

"You shouldn't add lilies."

Jiang Weiming took another fish ball and took a small bite: "The meat is not firm enough."

"You have committed the old problem again, and the timing of turning the heat is not right."

Jiang Weiming took a spoonful of tofu: "This one is okay, but the ham you used is wrong."

It actually picked out a lot of problems.

"Third brother, you can taste these problems. These little bastards can't do anything but eat." Jiang Weiguo said helplessly, hating that iron can't make steel.

Jiang Feng took a sip of Fengjing Ding's hoof.

It's delicious, nothing wrong.

Take another bite of the fish balls, it's also delicious, no problem.

I ate another piece of tofu, it was delicious, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Finally, I ate my own Kung Pao Chicken, hey, now I can pick out the fault!

"This Kung Pao Chicken was made by Xiao Feng!" Jiang Weiming tasted the chicken with a smile, and said, "That's right, Jiang Feng's knife skills are very good."

"The heat is okay, but the seasoning is a bit lacking."

"Practice more."

Jiang Feng: ...

Well, the third grandpa's double standard is a bit serious.

But Jiang Feng has really seen the culinary talent and skills of the Jiang family of the old man's generation. Logically speaking, Jiang Weiming's sense of taste has seriously deteriorated at this age, but he can still pick out so many shortcomings of Jiang Weiming's dishes with just one taste. However, Jiang Feng couldn't eat anything.

Ask him to evaluate these three dishes, that is, delicious, really delicious, this is too delicious.

The lack of words makes me want to cry.

If you want to be a top culinary expert, you must first be able to eat.The reason why the old man has been angry with Jiang Jianguo for many years is because he is the best eater among the brothers. He has a talent but wants to be a tailor. He first gives the old man hope and then disappoints the old man. means.

Jiang Feng secretly glanced at his parents.

Very good, I enjoyed eating Fengjing Dingshou, and the two of them had no problems eating it.

In order to express his affirmation of the old man's hard work, Jiang Jiankang ate 6 bowls of rice and Wang Xiulian ate 4 bowls of rice. If Jiang Jiandang and his wife hadn't caught up with this meal, they would have shared the last bit of food and soup. Jiang Feng felt that His parents can eat at least two more bowls.

The old man and Jiang Weiming went into the house to talk, and they didn't want to see the second son who came all the way to eat.

The old man almost didn't want to see all the sons who didn't inherit the Jiang family's cook tradition. When the old man taught his sons, even the kitchen position was planned for them. Who knows, only one became a cook, and the other four all ran away.

You know, Jiang Jiandang stayed in Z City for the past few months, what a pity!

The old man went to City A to teach Jiang Feng. Even if he didn't like to see the other sons very much, Jiang Feng's uncles were thick-skinned anyway. They brought the whole family with them for dinner, carrying the supplements, clothes, tea, and even It's vegetables bought from the vegetable market, and the good name is that I came to visit my father filially, but it just happened to be in time for the meal, and the old man can't drive them all away.

Moreover, the old man is a typical upright man, saying that he doesn't want to see his sons. Every time he cooks, there are more than eight dishes, and the rice is cooked in a bucket.

Only Jiang Jiandang and his wife really didn't eat a bite of food except for the summer vacation.

As soon as the old man came back, the couple ran to the countryside graciously, and then they were driven back that day without a meal.

Jiang Weiming was in the house, and saw Jiang Jiankang and Jiang Jiandang chatting with Jiang Jiandang and his wife from the window, he couldn't help laughing and said, "You two sons have a really good relationship."

"The two of them have an average relationship. The second child has the best relationship with the eldest child, the third child has a good relationship with the fifth child, and the fourth child has a good relationship with anyone." Jiang Weiguo knew his son very well.

"It's not bad." Jiang Weiming sighed, thinking of his two sons, "It's much better than those two unsatisfactory things in my family."

Brother slapped the wall, it was because he was incapable of discipline.

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite!" Jiang Weiming exclaimed.

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