v3 Chapter 512： Grilled Lamb Chops with Honey Sauce
Time, 4:57 pm, New Year's Eve.
Location, the living room of the father's house.
Characters, except Jiang Feng and the grandfather of Jiang family.
Event to discuss what to eat tonight.
All people in the Jiang family are skilled in making dumplings. Not only do they eat dumplings faster, they also make dumplings faster. For many years, they have maintained a self-sufficient smallholder economy. The two big pots of dumplings looked a lot, but it took only a few hours to complete the package.
Just now, they smelled a wonderful fragrance.
The scent came from the kitchen. It came from the kitchen, passed through the courtyard, and was still blown away by the howling cold wind. When it was passed to the living room when it was heard by the Jiang family, it was greatly discounted, but the charm remained.
This is the umami flavour, and it's a little bit sloppy, but it's harmless and even a little icing on the cake. It's mutton, but not just mutton. The mutton's scent is mixed with other flavors, not like spices or vegetables. Even Jiang Jianguo, who is best at smelling vegetables, can't smell what it is. .
All in all, it's a wonderful taste like never before.
"Dad, do you smell what this dish is?" Jiang Zaide, who couldn't smell it, chose to ask for help directly on the court.
Jiang Jianguo frowned, turning to look at Jiang Jiankang, Jiang Jiankang shook his head at Jiang Jianguo, and the two brothers looked at each other without saying anything.
Jiang Jianye, a perennial smelter and rower, pretended to be a contemplative costume and said, "It seems that this year's literary struggle is not easy."
Jiang Zaide: ...
Jiang Zaide found that at the critical moment, Dad had to rely on himself. He took a deep breath and was preparing to judge the ingredients of the scent, and was surprised to find that the taste had disappeared.
In the kitchen, Jiang Feng is putting sixteen pots of Morshek on the stove as instructed by the old man, stacked like layers of steamed buns and steamed to keep warm. No matter what method is used in the process of making these lamb chops, in the end, they all have the same goal, the lamb soup is poured, and the fire is slowly simmered.
As long as Jiang Zaide walked to the courtyard and leaned a little back to the kitchen, he would know that the wonderful scent you just asked was actually a scent of a variety of vegetables, elbows stewed in a casserole, and lamb soup in a large pot Morex in the steamer, and lamb chops being smoked and roasted by my father, so many flavors are mixed together at the same time, even if the gods come, they can't tell.
Grilled lamb chops with honey sauce is a temporary dish added by the old man. Anyway, the most indispensable in the country's earthen stove is the burning firewood, and if you just set it up, it is a small barbecue stove. Brush the chopped and marinated lamb chops with honey water and place on a rack over a low fire. Slowly roast, and the master will control the fire and turn it over.
Jiang Feng watched with layers of honey water brushed on the lamb chops, part of which was accompanied by zla's bubbling oil, and another part penetrated into the lamb under the action of temperature. The high temperature makes the lamb a little bit cooked and a little bit discolored. From the inside to the outside, it gradually becomes cooked, and the sizzling sound surrounds the entire kitchen.
At 6 o'clock, the lamb chops are all roasted.
It is well known that this kind of barbecue food is eaten while hot.
Jiang Feng decided to be the first soldier to help everyone taste salty.
"Grandpa, let me try it first." Jiang Feng picked up a lamb chop.
The old man didn't object, it was the default.
The lamb chops that have been roasted for a while have been around for some time, but because the temperature near the fire source is high, they have not cooled, and the temperature is just right. Because the mutton was marinated in advance, during the roasting process, the old man didn't brush anything except honey water. It was close to the smell of roast meat.
The skin is crispy and delicate inside.
With only two mouthfuls, a lamb chop can be made.
After eating one, Jiang Feng was still a little bit interested, and he ate three more until the scent of lamb was pervaded throughout his mouth. He could feel the taste of the remaining honey roasted lamb chops when his tongue swept across the teeth. .
"Give out the rest to them after you've eaten them, and the roasted lamb chops should be eaten while they're hot." The old man said.
Jiang Feng picked up the bowl of roasted lamb chops. By the way, Jiang Feng's other things are pots, pans and pots. If you want, you can find the bowls and pots you want.
"Grandpa, don't you eat?" Jiang Feng, a filial son, asked with concern.
"Don't eat it," the old man said. "Bring some dumplings and wait for the dumplings to be cooked. After the dumplings are out of the pan, you will start making crispy apples and start to cook early this year."
"Good grandpa!" Jiang Feng went out holding the basin.
A pot of freshly roasted lamb chops with honey sauce, Jiang Feng just stepped out of the kitchen door and looked at the dumplings in the living room and everyone in the Jiang family smelled it.
One by one, sitting stunned in an instant, seemed to smell the fat zombies.
"What's it like, so fragrant!" Jiang Zaide's scented vegetables small radar started to drip.
"Grilled lamb chops must be grilled lamb chops or honey-grilled lamb chops. The grilled lamb chops I ate during my final exams were like this!" Jiang Yanlian exclaimed.
"Xiao Lian, you smelled wrong, didn't your brother say that your grandpa wouldn't make roast lamb chops and roast lamb legs this year." Jiang Jianshe started pouring cold water on his daughter.
"Must be Lilian wrong." Jiang Ran, the first head of the Jiang family, echoed.
Jiang Yanlian glared at Jiang Ran: "Absolutely honey roasted lamb chops! I deliberately went to eat at the end of the period, this is the fragrance!"
Seeing that the sibling war was about to start, Jiang Feng entered the living room with a basin, and everyone's eyes fell on the basin in Jiang Feng's arms.
Although the old man roasted a lot of lamb chops, he couldn't hold up many Jiang family members. If they were divided into two heads per head, it would be the limit.
"Grilled lamb chops, Grandpa just made it, and said that it was delicious when it was hot, so I brought it out first. By the way, Grandpa said that I might have dinner earlier today." Jiang Feng said.
"Yeah, I guessed right! Dad, grandma, uncle, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, am I smelling a dish right?" Jiang Yanlian jumped up from her chair in excitement, jumping up I still didn't forget to reach for a big lamb chop from the basin.
"Of course, Lilian is amazing." Grandma Jiang said with a smile.
"It's terrific." Jiang Zaide stared at the bowl while gazing at the lamb chops. He looked at the basin with his hands, "Grandpa's grilled lamb chops are really delicious."
The food I ate for a day when I was hungry was the grilled lamb chops, which were hot and glowing, rich in fat and protein, and the sense of happiness and satisfaction was self-evident.
"Xiao Feng, you've worked hard all day, too." Grandma Jiang did not participate in the large-scale activity of eating lamb chops because her teeth are not good.
"Grandma, grandpa asked me to take some dumplings." Jiang Feng said.
"Oh, Xiaofeng, wait. Grandma will pick it for you. Here is the scallion. Here is radish. Don't mess up." Grandma Jiang got up and gave Jiang Feng dumplings. "Grandma will help you get it together." "
"When you give dumplings later, Grandma Li will have some spring onion dumplings. She loves spring onion fillings." Grandma Jiang urged, "How is your grandpa? Are you tired after a busy day?"
"Grandpa is very good. I do all my strength work, not tired." Jiang Feng said.
"That's good, hey, now it's cold. My old bone can't stand this kind of weather. I have to drink two bowls of sheep soup to warm my body. Is the sheep soup cooked?" Grandma Jiang walked with the dumplings Fast.
"Boil it up, Morshek is ready to sip in the pot." Jiang Feng hastened his pace to keep up with Grandma Jiang's pace.
"What other dishes are ready?" Grandma Jiang then asked.
Jiang Feng felt a little strange, but still answered, "No, the elbow is still stewed in the casserole, the shredded yam and crispy apples have not yet begun, and grandpa should now be preparing the garlic black fish."
"Vegetarian?" Grandma Jiang frowned. "This is either fish or meat. How can you be vegetarian?"
"The cold vegetables are cucumbers and cold radishes," Jiang Feng explained.
Grandma Jiang nodded with satisfaction: "It's almost the same, how can it be vegetarian. Isn't there any greens? Xiaofeng, you can fry any greens later, it ’s easy to get tired of lamb."
After speaking, Grandma Jiang went into the kitchen holding a basin.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Feng was not aware that the old man was not processing the ingredients related to the garlic-fried black fish. He was cutting apples.
"I will make the crispy apples, and you will make the yam after you finished the dumplings." The old man said.
Grandma Jiang put down the dumplings and lifted it over the road. After simmering a bowl of mutton soup, she stood by the steamer and drank the soup while staring at the steamer.
"Old man, which bowl is better?" Grandma Jiang asked.
"The bowl on the blue side is fried in an enema. It should be almost added with onion and cabbage," said the old man.
Grandma Jiang began to skillfully cook vegetables.
Jiang Feng who is dumplings :? ? ?
"Xiao Feng, wait for the yam to cut a little bit, your grandma, my teeth are not very good, too big to bite." Grandma Jiang said while eating the enema.
Jiang Feng :? ? ?
Is this a big problem?
You must know that the glorious and arduous task of Duan crispy apples has fallen on Grandma Jiang because of her bad teeth and she can't steal food to convince the crowd.
But now, Grandma Jiang is far more proficient than anyone else in stealing food.
Jiang Feng tried hard to think about it ~ www.novelhall.com ~ I found that when he used to make yam, Granny actually ate it, but he ate less, and it was more laborious to eat. So everyone hasn't doubted for a long time.
"Then ... grandma, you ... can you bite a crispy apple?" Jiang Feng asked.
Grandma Jiang's so skillful movements said she was not a habitual offender and Jiang Feng would never believe it.
Unexpectedly, grandma Jiang is the most likely to steal food from the Jiang family.
"You can't bite. Isn't it just apples that can't bite? Xiaofeng, grandma has a bad tooth, but it's not so bad." Grandma Jiang smiled and looked at the steamer again. Which bowl is better? "
"Your grandma doesn't eat apples," the old man said, "you taste the bowl in the middle."
"Xiao Feng, remember to cut a little bit." Grandma Jiang smiled with a smile, like a la carte.
Jiang Feng: "... good grandma."
Location, the living room of the father's house.
Characters, except Jiang Feng and the grandfather of Jiang family.
Event to discuss what to eat tonight.
All people in the Jiang family are skilled in making dumplings. Not only do they eat dumplings faster, they also make dumplings faster. For many years, they have maintained a self-sufficient smallholder economy. The two big pots of dumplings looked a lot, but it took only a few hours to complete the package.
Just now, they smelled a wonderful fragrance.
The scent came from the kitchen. It came from the kitchen, passed through the courtyard, and was still blown away by the howling cold wind. When it was passed to the living room when it was heard by the Jiang family, it was greatly discounted, but the charm remained.
This is the umami flavour, and it's a little bit sloppy, but it's harmless and even a little icing on the cake. It's mutton, but not just mutton. The mutton's scent is mixed with other flavors, not like spices or vegetables. Even Jiang Jianguo, who is best at smelling vegetables, can't smell what it is. .
All in all, it's a wonderful taste like never before.
"Dad, do you smell what this dish is?" Jiang Zaide, who couldn't smell it, chose to ask for help directly on the court.
Jiang Jianguo frowned, turning to look at Jiang Jiankang, Jiang Jiankang shook his head at Jiang Jianguo, and the two brothers looked at each other without saying anything.
Jiang Jianye, a perennial smelter and rower, pretended to be a contemplative costume and said, "It seems that this year's literary struggle is not easy."
Jiang Zaide: ...
Jiang Zaide found that at the critical moment, Dad had to rely on himself. He took a deep breath and was preparing to judge the ingredients of the scent, and was surprised to find that the taste had disappeared.
In the kitchen, Jiang Feng is putting sixteen pots of Morshek on the stove as instructed by the old man, stacked like layers of steamed buns and steamed to keep warm. No matter what method is used in the process of making these lamb chops, in the end, they all have the same goal, the lamb soup is poured, and the fire is slowly simmered.
As long as Jiang Zaide walked to the courtyard and leaned a little back to the kitchen, he would know that the wonderful scent you just asked was actually a scent of a variety of vegetables, elbows stewed in a casserole, and lamb soup in a large pot Morex in the steamer, and lamb chops being smoked and roasted by my father, so many flavors are mixed together at the same time, even if the gods come, they can't tell.
Grilled lamb chops with honey sauce is a temporary dish added by the old man. Anyway, the most indispensable in the country's earthen stove is the burning firewood, and if you just set it up, it is a small barbecue stove. Brush the chopped and marinated lamb chops with honey water and place on a rack over a low fire. Slowly roast, and the master will control the fire and turn it over.
Jiang Feng watched with layers of honey water brushed on the lamb chops, part of which was accompanied by zla's bubbling oil, and another part penetrated into the lamb under the action of temperature. The high temperature makes the lamb a little bit cooked and a little bit discolored. From the inside to the outside, it gradually becomes cooked, and the sizzling sound surrounds the entire kitchen.
At 6 o'clock, the lamb chops are all roasted.
It is well known that this kind of barbecue food is eaten while hot.
Jiang Feng decided to be the first soldier to help everyone taste salty.
"Grandpa, let me try it first." Jiang Feng picked up a lamb chop.
The old man didn't object, it was the default.
The lamb chops that have been roasted for a while have been around for some time, but because the temperature near the fire source is high, they have not cooled, and the temperature is just right. Because the mutton was marinated in advance, during the roasting process, the old man didn't brush anything except honey water. It was close to the smell of roast meat.
The skin is crispy and delicate inside.
With only two mouthfuls, a lamb chop can be made.
After eating one, Jiang Feng was still a little bit interested, and he ate three more until the scent of lamb was pervaded throughout his mouth. He could feel the taste of the remaining honey roasted lamb chops when his tongue swept across the teeth. .
"Give out the rest to them after you've eaten them, and the roasted lamb chops should be eaten while they're hot." The old man said.
Jiang Feng picked up the bowl of roasted lamb chops. By the way, Jiang Feng's other things are pots, pans and pots. If you want, you can find the bowls and pots you want.
"Grandpa, don't you eat?" Jiang Feng, a filial son, asked with concern.
"Don't eat it," the old man said. "Bring some dumplings and wait for the dumplings to be cooked. After the dumplings are out of the pan, you will start making crispy apples and start to cook early this year."
"Good grandpa!" Jiang Feng went out holding the basin.
A pot of freshly roasted lamb chops with honey sauce, Jiang Feng just stepped out of the kitchen door and looked at the dumplings in the living room and everyone in the Jiang family smelled it.
One by one, sitting stunned in an instant, seemed to smell the fat zombies.
"What's it like, so fragrant!" Jiang Zaide's scented vegetables small radar started to drip.
"Grilled lamb chops must be grilled lamb chops or honey-grilled lamb chops. The grilled lamb chops I ate during my final exams were like this!" Jiang Yanlian exclaimed.
"Xiao Lian, you smelled wrong, didn't your brother say that your grandpa wouldn't make roast lamb chops and roast lamb legs this year." Jiang Jianshe started pouring cold water on his daughter.
"Must be Lilian wrong." Jiang Ran, the first head of the Jiang family, echoed.
Jiang Yanlian glared at Jiang Ran: "Absolutely honey roasted lamb chops! I deliberately went to eat at the end of the period, this is the fragrance!"
Seeing that the sibling war was about to start, Jiang Feng entered the living room with a basin, and everyone's eyes fell on the basin in Jiang Feng's arms.
Although the old man roasted a lot of lamb chops, he couldn't hold up many Jiang family members. If they were divided into two heads per head, it would be the limit.
"Grilled lamb chops, Grandpa just made it, and said that it was delicious when it was hot, so I brought it out first. By the way, Grandpa said that I might have dinner earlier today." Jiang Feng said.
"Yeah, I guessed right! Dad, grandma, uncle, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, am I smelling a dish right?" Jiang Yanlian jumped up from her chair in excitement, jumping up I still didn't forget to reach for a big lamb chop from the basin.
"Of course, Lilian is amazing." Grandma Jiang said with a smile.
"It's terrific." Jiang Zaide stared at the bowl while gazing at the lamb chops. He looked at the basin with his hands, "Grandpa's grilled lamb chops are really delicious."
The food I ate for a day when I was hungry was the grilled lamb chops, which were hot and glowing, rich in fat and protein, and the sense of happiness and satisfaction was self-evident.
"Xiao Feng, you've worked hard all day, too." Grandma Jiang did not participate in the large-scale activity of eating lamb chops because her teeth are not good.
"Grandma, grandpa asked me to take some dumplings." Jiang Feng said.
"Oh, Xiaofeng, wait. Grandma will pick it for you. Here is the scallion. Here is radish. Don't mess up." Grandma Jiang got up and gave Jiang Feng dumplings. "Grandma will help you get it together." "
"When you give dumplings later, Grandma Li will have some spring onion dumplings. She loves spring onion fillings." Grandma Jiang urged, "How is your grandpa? Are you tired after a busy day?"
"Grandpa is very good. I do all my strength work, not tired." Jiang Feng said.
"That's good, hey, now it's cold. My old bone can't stand this kind of weather. I have to drink two bowls of sheep soup to warm my body. Is the sheep soup cooked?" Grandma Jiang walked with the dumplings Fast.
"Boil it up, Morshek is ready to sip in the pot." Jiang Feng hastened his pace to keep up with Grandma Jiang's pace.
"What other dishes are ready?" Grandma Jiang then asked.
Jiang Feng felt a little strange, but still answered, "No, the elbow is still stewed in the casserole, the shredded yam and crispy apples have not yet begun, and grandpa should now be preparing the garlic black fish."
"Vegetarian?" Grandma Jiang frowned. "This is either fish or meat. How can you be vegetarian?"
"The cold vegetables are cucumbers and cold radishes," Jiang Feng explained.
Grandma Jiang nodded with satisfaction: "It's almost the same, how can it be vegetarian. Isn't there any greens? Xiaofeng, you can fry any greens later, it ’s easy to get tired of lamb."
After speaking, Grandma Jiang went into the kitchen holding a basin.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Feng was not aware that the old man was not processing the ingredients related to the garlic-fried black fish. He was cutting apples.
"I will make the crispy apples, and you will make the yam after you finished the dumplings." The old man said.
Grandma Jiang put down the dumplings and lifted it over the road. After simmering a bowl of mutton soup, she stood by the steamer and drank the soup while staring at the steamer.
"Old man, which bowl is better?" Grandma Jiang asked.
"The bowl on the blue side is fried in an enema. It should be almost added with onion and cabbage," said the old man.
Grandma Jiang began to skillfully cook vegetables.
Jiang Feng who is dumplings :? ? ?
"Xiao Feng, wait for the yam to cut a little bit, your grandma, my teeth are not very good, too big to bite." Grandma Jiang said while eating the enema.
Jiang Feng :? ? ?
Is this a big problem?
You must know that the glorious and arduous task of Duan crispy apples has fallen on Grandma Jiang because of her bad teeth and she can't steal food to convince the crowd.
But now, Grandma Jiang is far more proficient than anyone else in stealing food.
Jiang Feng tried hard to think about it ~ www.novelhall.com ~ I found that when he used to make yam, Granny actually ate it, but he ate less, and it was more laborious to eat. So everyone hasn't doubted for a long time.
"Then ... grandma, you ... can you bite a crispy apple?" Jiang Feng asked.
Grandma Jiang's so skillful movements said she was not a habitual offender and Jiang Feng would never believe it.
Unexpectedly, grandma Jiang is the most likely to steal food from the Jiang family.
"You can't bite. Isn't it just apples that can't bite? Xiaofeng, grandma has a bad tooth, but it's not so bad." Grandma Jiang smiled and looked at the steamer again. Which bowl is better? "
"Your grandma doesn't eat apples," the old man said, "you taste the bowl in the middle."
"Xiao Feng, remember to cut a little bit." Grandma Jiang smiled with a smile, like a la carte.
Jiang Feng: "... good grandma."
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