v2 Chapter 158： Exotic Country (2)
"Mother." Jiang Huiqin whispered, red eyes.
As if Liu Xiuzhen hadn't heard it, he stared blankly out the window, stroking the ashes jar with his right hand, as if beating the child who was just asleep.
"Let's go and wait for us to bring a sweet porridge to my mother." Li Ming said helplessly.
"Huiqin, when you move over, you go to school with Mingzhe and Mingqing." Liu Xiuzhen suddenly said.
Jiang Huiqin and Li Ming held together at the same time.
"Zhener (elder sister) has been away for two months, and I have thought about it for two months. Girls should still read some books." Liu Xiuzhen's eyes were a little dim, "I always think these days, if I were Send her to a girl's school, even if she only learns a few more foreign words, will her character be as cheerful as you. If I had chosen her husband's house for the first time, think more than just the doorkeeper. She said a few words, wouldn't she be like this? "
"I've lived for others in my life, and Jane has lived for others in her life. She doesn't want to live anymore, I still have to live. When Ming Yi first went to school, he often told me that reading can make people understand, People were wise and asked me to send Zhener and Chuner (second sister) to girls' school. I didn't believe or listen to them. I blame me, I blame me. "
Liu Xiuzhen said, holding the ashes jar and entered the room.
On the table in the room was a solitary photo frame.
The photo above is a family portrait taken in thirty years ago, a black-and-white photo. Everyone's face was smiling. The elder sister stood in the corner holding Fen ’s head and looked very small. Fen ’s head smiled sweetly at the camera.
Things are wrong.
...
Chinatown is like a dilapidated and complicated labyrinth. Bungalows and low-rise buildings are not regularly arranged. There are hawkers carrying baskets on the streets, various shops, signs are worn or worn, wooden walls, stone walls, soil walls are mottled or More mottled. It gets worn out as you go in, it gets darker as you go in.
Jiang Huiqin and Li Mingyi stopped in front of a half-covered shop without a signboard. There was a dusty wooden board in front of the door with crooked Chinese characters: New goods 7 yuan per pound.
"Mother Chen." Jiang Huiqin called outside.
"Come here!" A middle-aged woman with loose hair and clothes pushed open the door, she just woke up at the first sight, and said a non-standard Mandarin, "Mrs. Li, oh, Mr. Li is here too, I heard You bought a house in the highlands, this is to move over! "
"Ready to move away. I heard you were back yesterday. Did anyone find it?" Jiang Huiqin went straight into the subject.
"It's too difficult. I'm fighting everywhere now, and I have a lot of relationships. It's not that I collected the money and didn't do anything. Now the whole north is fighting. I heard that the south seemed to be fighting, and it was messy. Very! Just a few photos of you, I asked many people, and I didn't remember it. Your brother and your nephews are male. It ’s okay. The Fin girl in your family looks so good, I guess ... "Mother Chen He was hesitant, hesitated, and said it.
"Don't blame me for not speaking well. I know all the slightly famous dealers. No one has any impression of Fen, and her appearance in our industry is also a sought-after item. 80% of your Fen is gone. And now In this world, a little girl who looks so beautiful is alone outside, it is better to die than to live. "
Jiang Huiqin couldn't even say a rebuttal.
"Then you ask someone to look for it." Li Ming sighed.
Ms. Chen is the largest trafficker in San Francisco. Almost all the women sold in San Francisco have to go through her hands. She does n’t do secret business but only sells people. She sells domestically and cannot be deceived or voluntarily sign a contract. A bachelor who can't marry a daughter-in-law.
"I can't go in these months, it's too messy to fight everywhere, at least until next year, you ... hey, you should be psychologically prepared." Mother Chen finished entering and yelled sharply inside. "It's almost noon one by one and I can't get to work anymore. Pigs are harder than you. Who wants to buy lazy pigs who are not sloppy?"
"She's right, Fen's dead is better than alive." Jiang Huiqin murmured, glancing deeply at the wooden sign at the door.
7 yuan a pound.
Li Ming once held Jiang Huiqin's hand and led her out: "You can die for a hundred, but you can only wait for hope if you are alive."
The two walked into a restaurant. It was very rude. There were only four or five small tables. An old man with gray hair was sitting at a table and squinting garlic.
"Aunt Liu." Jiang Huiqin greeted her with a smile.
"Come here, I have all the ingredients in the kitchen." Aunt Liu said.
Li Ming hesitated and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Secret." Jiang Huiqin forbade him to enter the kitchen. "Today is a good day. I recently learned a new dish. I wanted to make my mother happy. She didn't want to come and you helped her."
"Your mother still doesn't want to go out?" Aunt Liu asked suddenly.
"Yep."
"Ah, it's good to get used to it. I did the same when my second child died, and slowly got better." Liu Agu peeled the garlic slowly.
Jiang Feng followed Jiang Huiqin into the kitchen.
The ingredients are all ready in the kitchen, water-steamed sea cucumber, cooked white chicken, cooked ham, oil-fried fish belly, water-squid, water yuba, egg yolk cake, pigeon eggs, clean fish meat, water-fried magnolia slices, water-fried mushrooms, cooked white pork belly , Scallops, spinach stalks and cooked salted egg yolks. There are quite a lot of ingredients. If you just make a dish, the taste of this dish must be very rich.
Jiang Huiqin first sliced sea cucumber, fish belly, magnolia slices, yuba, pork belly, chicken and some ham into pieces of equal length and width, then shredded chicken and remaining ham, and the pigeon eggs were cooked in cold water. Various processed ingredients were placed neatly on the plate by Jiang Huiqin.
There is a pot of chicken soup still under low heat on the stove next to the stove. Jiang Huiqin unscrewed the lid, and the rich fragrance instantly dissipated. The chicken oil was completely stewed into the soup. The chicken soup was pure yellow and fragrant. Skimming the grease off the surface, Jiang Huiqin scooped out a large bowl of chicken soup.
In order to extract the deliciousness of Chinese food, Chinese dishes always like to use chicken soup to stew and stew. Buddha jumps the wall, too. Jiang Huiqin puts all the sliced ingredients together with large onions and **** slices. Add the chicken soup and seasoning. , Simmer and simmer, then use chopsticks to clip onion segments and **** slices.
Jiang Huiqin picked out a good-looking porcelain bowl from the cabinet after the pan was loaded and plated, with black and white edges and blue and white flowers. Such porcelain bowls are rare in San Francisco. Wash the porcelain bowl, pick out the shiitake mushrooms in the plate and code them at the bottom of the bowl. The rest of the ingredients are sorted in turn, layer by layer, layer by layer, and it takes only dozens of minutes to code these ingredients. Finally, pour the scraps on top, pour the original soup, and steam in the steamer.
Jiang Feng said that Jiang Huiqin could not do this.
The chicken and pork belly should obviously be placed crosswise according to the color, but she was placed on two adjacent floors. Jiang Feng, who has professionally marketed for many years, said that the design of this color is very bad, and they are stacked like a sheet. A flower-like pendulum will obviously be better.
Jiang Huiqin knew that when she displayed the plate like this, it was going to be reversed, and it would look better when it was folded and buckled.
Jiang Feng couldn't guarantee that he would make this dish better than Jiang Huiqin, but it must be better than her!
After ten minutes, remove from the pan.
Place the porcelain bowl upside down in the soup pot, and surround the circle with pigeon eggs, shredded ham and cooked chicken on the shiitake mushrooms. The original soup in the pot is boiled, and the rice soup is thickened, then poured into cooked lard, and the aroma is instantly overflowing and poured on the chowder.
Finally, the cooked mushrooms are topped with salted duck egg yolks and the spinach stalks are inserted upside down.
Out of the pot!
All the ingredients are immersed in bright yellow chicken soup, mixed with the flavor of cooked lard on the last. The ingredients are rich and rich, full-colored and bright, fresh and delicious, and not mellow.
There is a large soup pot, enough for two people to eat, not even the staple food.
Going out with the soup pot, a guest just came in.
"Well, Li Hongzhang chowder, Aunt Liu, your family is big enough to sell this dish." The person was surprised.
"I just prepared the ingredients, and others made it myself. Where can I have this level. Chicken soup noodle soup?" Liu Agu put down the garlic in her hand.
"Old rules, you know." The guest casually found a table and sat down.
This large pot of Li Hongzhang chowder is placed on the table, and the aroma is entangled. This famous Li Mingyi dish has been eaten before, but this is not the practice.
Jiang Huiqin went to get the chopsticks, and Li Ming took over his pair, and asked, "How do I remember that the sister-in-law didn't do this?"
"This is a new and improved approach in Chinatown. It's better than directly cooking sesame oil in crisps and slow-simmering." Jiang Huiqin clamped the shiitake mushrooms on the chopsticks, looked at it, and stopped, "If my brother knows there is I must be happy to study this practice for several days. "
"When the battle is over, we will return to China. Big brother-in-law can be mixed everywhere. You should study hard. When you return to China and find them, you will teach him to do it yourself." Li Mingyi comforted.
"Yes, I will teach my brother to do it when I return home."
"The chicken soup noodles are ready." Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles, brought them to the guests, and continued to peel garlic.
"Well, Aunt Liu, where has your family gone? I don't seem to see it for a while."
"He, he's back to Peiping to get married!"
"Why go back to get married? You go to Mother Chen to buy one! Isn't she all clean girls? How troublesome is going back? It's dangerous to toss for months. I heard that there are fighting all over the place now, but not in Peiping? "The guests ate noodles and chatted again and again.
"I don't know, the matchmaker introduced it." Aunt Liu said, "Mom Chen's girl is clean, but it's too expensive. Now it has risen to 7 yuan a pound. I will definitely not be able to support it when I buy that 60 or 70 pounds. I ca n’t afford it again. I ’m 37, so I ca n’t wait to get married. It ’s cheap to get married in China. Actually I ’m not assured to go to Peiping, but the matchmaker introduced him in Peiping. He should be on the back boat now, this child. It ’s really uneasy not to even pass on a letter. "
"You know about Peiping?" The new guest asked.
"What's the matter?" The two said in unison.
"My son told me that the newspaper said that Peiping had fallen."
With a click, Jiang Huiqin's chopsticks dropped.
"Beiping fell? When?" Jiang Huiqin stood up suddenly.
"Mrs. Li, whoops, Mr. Li is here too. I heard you bought a house in the Highlands and are still eating here!" The comer was surprised, "Just a few days ago, my son told me in the school newspaper Yes, Mr. Li, don't you also read the newspaper? Didn't you see the news? "
"It's okay, Gangzi must be on the boat now." Aunt Liu was comforting herself, but her voice was shaking.
"Huiqin, sit down first." Li Mingyi's voice couldn't hide the trembling. "I never dared to tell you, nor did I dare tell my father."
"Beiping fell?" Jiang Huiqin sat down slowly, and the whole person was shaking. "Beiping fell, and the second sister and Master Chen are still in Peiping. What about them?"
"It's all gone." Li Ming dropped his eyes and didn't dare to see Jiang Huiqin. "Fubo sent me a telegram four days ago. The second brother-in-law and Master Chen's son were killed because they were wounded in the cellar. Master Chen ... initiated self-immolation. "
Jiang Huiqin was silent, Li Ming looked up again and again, she was already in tears.
Wiping a tear, Jiang Huiqin choked, "Can't tell my mother."
"Let's eat some food." Jiang Huiqin picked up a pair of chopsticks and clamped a piece of mushroom.
Entrance.
"It's not as delicious as my brother's cooking." Jiang Huiqin blinked, and tears fell into the bowl.
Li Mingyi also sandwiched a piece of shiitake mushroom.
Entrance.
"It's still delicious.
Salty tears dripped into his hands.
This was the first time in four days that he had received the news, and he cried in front of others.
Jiang Feng was shrouded in mist.
Sitting idly on the bed, surrounded by darkness, Jiang Feng touched the corners of his eyes, a little wet.
Sit still for a while to calm down the mood, Jiang Feng opened the game panel.
[Li Hongzhang C-Class]
Producer: Jiang Huiqin
Dish details: This is a famous dish from Anhui Province, which is well-known both at home and abroad. Both the selection of ingredients and the production methods are quite qualified. Due to the limitation of the producer's own strength, this famous dish is slightly overshadowed. This is a slightly miserable Li Hongzhang chowder, but it is Li Mingyi's release of negative emotions in the moment of pain, because the full hatred of the national enemies has become an unforgettable dish in his life. It will make people extremely extreme within 20 minutes after eating The desire to cry releases negative emotions.
Number of productions per day (0/1)
Jiang Feng: ...
With such a large pot, one person can eat one bite and the whole restaurant can cry.
Think about it this way ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Jiang Huiqin's three dishes in the recipe column have all been lit, clear soup willow leaf amaranth (pseudo), wire yam and Li Hongzhang chowder.
Three dishes, Jiang Huiqin's life.
There is also a memory of Zhang Zhiyun in the props bar. Jiang Feng thought about it and decided not to be cheap, so I just clicked on it. In case of what is the memory of depression, he may be insomnia to dawn tonight.
Just before lying down and turning off the phone to sleep, Jiang Feng's eyes had not closed for a second before hearing Wang Hao's dream.
"Come out, god-level golden egg fried rice!"
Jiang Feng :? ? ?
Has he recently written a novel that has become so crazy that he still has to fry eggs in a dream?
"Go die, two-dimensional Fourier analysis! Golden egg fried rice and duck!"
(=)
As if Liu Xiuzhen hadn't heard it, he stared blankly out the window, stroking the ashes jar with his right hand, as if beating the child who was just asleep.
"Let's go and wait for us to bring a sweet porridge to my mother." Li Ming said helplessly.
"Huiqin, when you move over, you go to school with Mingzhe and Mingqing." Liu Xiuzhen suddenly said.
Jiang Huiqin and Li Ming held together at the same time.
"Zhener (elder sister) has been away for two months, and I have thought about it for two months. Girls should still read some books." Liu Xiuzhen's eyes were a little dim, "I always think these days, if I were Send her to a girl's school, even if she only learns a few more foreign words, will her character be as cheerful as you. If I had chosen her husband's house for the first time, think more than just the doorkeeper. She said a few words, wouldn't she be like this? "
"I've lived for others in my life, and Jane has lived for others in her life. She doesn't want to live anymore, I still have to live. When Ming Yi first went to school, he often told me that reading can make people understand, People were wise and asked me to send Zhener and Chuner (second sister) to girls' school. I didn't believe or listen to them. I blame me, I blame me. "
Liu Xiuzhen said, holding the ashes jar and entered the room.
On the table in the room was a solitary photo frame.
The photo above is a family portrait taken in thirty years ago, a black-and-white photo. Everyone's face was smiling. The elder sister stood in the corner holding Fen ’s head and looked very small. Fen ’s head smiled sweetly at the camera.
Things are wrong.
...
Chinatown is like a dilapidated and complicated labyrinth. Bungalows and low-rise buildings are not regularly arranged. There are hawkers carrying baskets on the streets, various shops, signs are worn or worn, wooden walls, stone walls, soil walls are mottled or More mottled. It gets worn out as you go in, it gets darker as you go in.
Jiang Huiqin and Li Mingyi stopped in front of a half-covered shop without a signboard. There was a dusty wooden board in front of the door with crooked Chinese characters: New goods 7 yuan per pound.
"Mother Chen." Jiang Huiqin called outside.
"Come here!" A middle-aged woman with loose hair and clothes pushed open the door, she just woke up at the first sight, and said a non-standard Mandarin, "Mrs. Li, oh, Mr. Li is here too, I heard You bought a house in the highlands, this is to move over! "
"Ready to move away. I heard you were back yesterday. Did anyone find it?" Jiang Huiqin went straight into the subject.
"It's too difficult. I'm fighting everywhere now, and I have a lot of relationships. It's not that I collected the money and didn't do anything. Now the whole north is fighting. I heard that the south seemed to be fighting, and it was messy. Very! Just a few photos of you, I asked many people, and I didn't remember it. Your brother and your nephews are male. It ’s okay. The Fin girl in your family looks so good, I guess ... "Mother Chen He was hesitant, hesitated, and said it.
"Don't blame me for not speaking well. I know all the slightly famous dealers. No one has any impression of Fen, and her appearance in our industry is also a sought-after item. 80% of your Fen is gone. And now In this world, a little girl who looks so beautiful is alone outside, it is better to die than to live. "
Jiang Huiqin couldn't even say a rebuttal.
"Then you ask someone to look for it." Li Ming sighed.
Ms. Chen is the largest trafficker in San Francisco. Almost all the women sold in San Francisco have to go through her hands. She does n’t do secret business but only sells people. She sells domestically and cannot be deceived or voluntarily sign a contract. A bachelor who can't marry a daughter-in-law.
"I can't go in these months, it's too messy to fight everywhere, at least until next year, you ... hey, you should be psychologically prepared." Mother Chen finished entering and yelled sharply inside. "It's almost noon one by one and I can't get to work anymore. Pigs are harder than you. Who wants to buy lazy pigs who are not sloppy?"
"She's right, Fen's dead is better than alive." Jiang Huiqin murmured, glancing deeply at the wooden sign at the door.
7 yuan a pound.
Li Ming once held Jiang Huiqin's hand and led her out: "You can die for a hundred, but you can only wait for hope if you are alive."
The two walked into a restaurant. It was very rude. There were only four or five small tables. An old man with gray hair was sitting at a table and squinting garlic.
"Aunt Liu." Jiang Huiqin greeted her with a smile.
"Come here, I have all the ingredients in the kitchen." Aunt Liu said.
Li Ming hesitated and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Secret." Jiang Huiqin forbade him to enter the kitchen. "Today is a good day. I recently learned a new dish. I wanted to make my mother happy. She didn't want to come and you helped her."
"Your mother still doesn't want to go out?" Aunt Liu asked suddenly.
"Yep."
"Ah, it's good to get used to it. I did the same when my second child died, and slowly got better." Liu Agu peeled the garlic slowly.
Jiang Feng followed Jiang Huiqin into the kitchen.
The ingredients are all ready in the kitchen, water-steamed sea cucumber, cooked white chicken, cooked ham, oil-fried fish belly, water-squid, water yuba, egg yolk cake, pigeon eggs, clean fish meat, water-fried magnolia slices, water-fried mushrooms, cooked white pork belly , Scallops, spinach stalks and cooked salted egg yolks. There are quite a lot of ingredients. If you just make a dish, the taste of this dish must be very rich.
Jiang Huiqin first sliced sea cucumber, fish belly, magnolia slices, yuba, pork belly, chicken and some ham into pieces of equal length and width, then shredded chicken and remaining ham, and the pigeon eggs were cooked in cold water. Various processed ingredients were placed neatly on the plate by Jiang Huiqin.
There is a pot of chicken soup still under low heat on the stove next to the stove. Jiang Huiqin unscrewed the lid, and the rich fragrance instantly dissipated. The chicken oil was completely stewed into the soup. The chicken soup was pure yellow and fragrant. Skimming the grease off the surface, Jiang Huiqin scooped out a large bowl of chicken soup.
In order to extract the deliciousness of Chinese food, Chinese dishes always like to use chicken soup to stew and stew. Buddha jumps the wall, too. Jiang Huiqin puts all the sliced ingredients together with large onions and **** slices. Add the chicken soup and seasoning. , Simmer and simmer, then use chopsticks to clip onion segments and **** slices.
Jiang Huiqin picked out a good-looking porcelain bowl from the cabinet after the pan was loaded and plated, with black and white edges and blue and white flowers. Such porcelain bowls are rare in San Francisco. Wash the porcelain bowl, pick out the shiitake mushrooms in the plate and code them at the bottom of the bowl. The rest of the ingredients are sorted in turn, layer by layer, layer by layer, and it takes only dozens of minutes to code these ingredients. Finally, pour the scraps on top, pour the original soup, and steam in the steamer.
Jiang Feng said that Jiang Huiqin could not do this.
The chicken and pork belly should obviously be placed crosswise according to the color, but she was placed on two adjacent floors. Jiang Feng, who has professionally marketed for many years, said that the design of this color is very bad, and they are stacked like a sheet. A flower-like pendulum will obviously be better.
Jiang Huiqin knew that when she displayed the plate like this, it was going to be reversed, and it would look better when it was folded and buckled.
Jiang Feng couldn't guarantee that he would make this dish better than Jiang Huiqin, but it must be better than her!
After ten minutes, remove from the pan.
Place the porcelain bowl upside down in the soup pot, and surround the circle with pigeon eggs, shredded ham and cooked chicken on the shiitake mushrooms. The original soup in the pot is boiled, and the rice soup is thickened, then poured into cooked lard, and the aroma is instantly overflowing and poured on the chowder.
Finally, the cooked mushrooms are topped with salted duck egg yolks and the spinach stalks are inserted upside down.
Out of the pot!
All the ingredients are immersed in bright yellow chicken soup, mixed with the flavor of cooked lard on the last. The ingredients are rich and rich, full-colored and bright, fresh and delicious, and not mellow.
There is a large soup pot, enough for two people to eat, not even the staple food.
Going out with the soup pot, a guest just came in.
"Well, Li Hongzhang chowder, Aunt Liu, your family is big enough to sell this dish." The person was surprised.
"I just prepared the ingredients, and others made it myself. Where can I have this level. Chicken soup noodle soup?" Liu Agu put down the garlic in her hand.
"Old rules, you know." The guest casually found a table and sat down.
This large pot of Li Hongzhang chowder is placed on the table, and the aroma is entangled. This famous Li Mingyi dish has been eaten before, but this is not the practice.
Jiang Huiqin went to get the chopsticks, and Li Ming took over his pair, and asked, "How do I remember that the sister-in-law didn't do this?"
"This is a new and improved approach in Chinatown. It's better than directly cooking sesame oil in crisps and slow-simmering." Jiang Huiqin clamped the shiitake mushrooms on the chopsticks, looked at it, and stopped, "If my brother knows there is I must be happy to study this practice for several days. "
"When the battle is over, we will return to China. Big brother-in-law can be mixed everywhere. You should study hard. When you return to China and find them, you will teach him to do it yourself." Li Mingyi comforted.
"Yes, I will teach my brother to do it when I return home."
"The chicken soup noodles are ready." Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles, brought them to the guests, and continued to peel garlic.
"Well, Aunt Liu, where has your family gone? I don't seem to see it for a while."
"He, he's back to Peiping to get married!"
"Why go back to get married? You go to Mother Chen to buy one! Isn't she all clean girls? How troublesome is going back? It's dangerous to toss for months. I heard that there are fighting all over the place now, but not in Peiping? "The guests ate noodles and chatted again and again.
"I don't know, the matchmaker introduced it." Aunt Liu said, "Mom Chen's girl is clean, but it's too expensive. Now it has risen to 7 yuan a pound. I will definitely not be able to support it when I buy that 60 or 70 pounds. I ca n’t afford it again. I ’m 37, so I ca n’t wait to get married. It ’s cheap to get married in China. Actually I ’m not assured to go to Peiping, but the matchmaker introduced him in Peiping. He should be on the back boat now, this child. It ’s really uneasy not to even pass on a letter. "
"You know about Peiping?" The new guest asked.
"What's the matter?" The two said in unison.
"My son told me that the newspaper said that Peiping had fallen."
With a click, Jiang Huiqin's chopsticks dropped.
"Beiping fell? When?" Jiang Huiqin stood up suddenly.
"Mrs. Li, whoops, Mr. Li is here too. I heard you bought a house in the Highlands and are still eating here!" The comer was surprised, "Just a few days ago, my son told me in the school newspaper Yes, Mr. Li, don't you also read the newspaper? Didn't you see the news? "
"It's okay, Gangzi must be on the boat now." Aunt Liu was comforting herself, but her voice was shaking.
"Huiqin, sit down first." Li Mingyi's voice couldn't hide the trembling. "I never dared to tell you, nor did I dare tell my father."
"Beiping fell?" Jiang Huiqin sat down slowly, and the whole person was shaking. "Beiping fell, and the second sister and Master Chen are still in Peiping. What about them?"
"It's all gone." Li Ming dropped his eyes and didn't dare to see Jiang Huiqin. "Fubo sent me a telegram four days ago. The second brother-in-law and Master Chen's son were killed because they were wounded in the cellar. Master Chen ... initiated self-immolation. "
Jiang Huiqin was silent, Li Ming looked up again and again, she was already in tears.
Wiping a tear, Jiang Huiqin choked, "Can't tell my mother."
"Let's eat some food." Jiang Huiqin picked up a pair of chopsticks and clamped a piece of mushroom.
Entrance.
"It's not as delicious as my brother's cooking." Jiang Huiqin blinked, and tears fell into the bowl.
Li Mingyi also sandwiched a piece of shiitake mushroom.
Entrance.
"It's still delicious.
Salty tears dripped into his hands.
This was the first time in four days that he had received the news, and he cried in front of others.
Jiang Feng was shrouded in mist.
Sitting idly on the bed, surrounded by darkness, Jiang Feng touched the corners of his eyes, a little wet.
Sit still for a while to calm down the mood, Jiang Feng opened the game panel.
[Li Hongzhang C-Class]
Producer: Jiang Huiqin
Dish details: This is a famous dish from Anhui Province, which is well-known both at home and abroad. Both the selection of ingredients and the production methods are quite qualified. Due to the limitation of the producer's own strength, this famous dish is slightly overshadowed. This is a slightly miserable Li Hongzhang chowder, but it is Li Mingyi's release of negative emotions in the moment of pain, because the full hatred of the national enemies has become an unforgettable dish in his life. It will make people extremely extreme within 20 minutes after eating The desire to cry releases negative emotions.
Number of productions per day (0/1)
Jiang Feng: ...
With such a large pot, one person can eat one bite and the whole restaurant can cry.
Think about it this way ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Jiang Huiqin's three dishes in the recipe column have all been lit, clear soup willow leaf amaranth (pseudo), wire yam and Li Hongzhang chowder.
Three dishes, Jiang Huiqin's life.
There is also a memory of Zhang Zhiyun in the props bar. Jiang Feng thought about it and decided not to be cheap, so I just clicked on it. In case of what is the memory of depression, he may be insomnia to dawn tonight.
Just before lying down and turning off the phone to sleep, Jiang Feng's eyes had not closed for a second before hearing Wang Hao's dream.
"Come out, god-level golden egg fried rice!"
Jiang Feng :? ? ?
Has he recently written a novel that has become so crazy that he still has to fry eggs in a dream?
"Go die, two-dimensional Fourier analysis! Golden egg fried rice and duck!"
(=)
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