v2 Chapter 170： 8 treasure porridge

Babao Porridge, also known as Laba Porridge, is a traditional holiday food for the flower farmer. It is a porridge made with various ingredients in Laba Festival. m. Southern Song's "Wulin Old Things" once recorded: "The use of walnuts, pine nuts, milk tan, persimmon, chestnut and the like as porridge is called Laba porridge."

Today's eight-treasure porridge is not limited to eight different raw materials. Jiang Feng's eight-treasure porridge that Chen Xiuxiu boiled last summer was based on black sticky rice, supplemented by mung beans, red beans, lentils, white lentils, red dates, peach kernels, peanuts, and lotus seeds. , Longan, pine seed kernels, yam, lily, medlar, barberry, barley kernel and other ingredients. People in different regions have different tastes. Some people use simple materials, and some people use more complicated materials than Jiang Feng. They even have Chinese medicinal materials and bacon.

Zhang Qian, as a young man, didn't like to play. After the two sent countless emoticons, they determined the ingredients needed. The eight treasures porridge made by Zhang Qian are the traditional ingredients. Zhishi, barley kernel rice, white lentils, lotus meat, yam, red dates, longan, lily and japonica also need to use honey. The types of ingredients are much less than Jiang Feng's, and the taste is also Will be sweeter.

The competition time is only forty minutes, and it is destined not to boil on low fire but to boil on high fire. Jiang Feng took the table and tried it in a healthy cooking restaurant first. Forty minutes, not adding ingredients, adding more water, boiling on high heat, rolling slowly on medium heat, and boiled on low heat for the last few minutes, barely enough.

Although his current porridge is only intermediate, it is intermediate on the premise of master knife, advanced heat and seasoning. Nowadays, Jiang Feng's porridge level can go to an old porridge shop for decades.

Jiang Weiguo was also puzzled. Jiang Feng learned to roll over everything, but he only had a trick on the porridge to see what would happen. Feel free to explore one or two to make a pot of good porridge without the guidance of others.

Jiang Weiguo sighed as he looked at the eight treasure porridge on the table.

Jiang Feng sighed as he looked at the eight treasures on the table.

[One pot of delicious eight treasure porridge]

The taste is very good, what a good adjective, if it can appear on other dishes, how good it is, on the eight treasures he used to test the water, Jiang Feng is really not happy.

Jiang Jiankang drank a bowl of the sea very much at the venue and praised it: "Shit, your porridge is really good."

"Wife wife, come and drink porridge!"

Comrade Wang Xiulian heard the wind enters the back kitchen, and at a glance, she could not see any smelly eight treasure porridge, drank a bit of interest, and asked, "Oh boy, do you still have porridge today?"

"Yes." Jiang Feng said firmly.

Wang Xiulian decisively lowered the bowl and went out, facing Ji Yueyue who was watching fish outside while watching the show: "Yueyue, go and add a sentence on the signboard: Babao porridge specials 5 yuan."

Jiyue got up and said to Jiang Feng with great experience: "Jiang Feng, come and ask me to drink after you boil 3 pots."

Ji Yue had already accurately grasped Jiang Feng's rollover law.

Jiang Feng then boiled eight treasures.

He needs to explore the transition between the high fire, the medium fire and the small fire. The pot porridge took 39 minutes just now, and the bottom line was stuck for 40 minutes. During the game, he had to accidentally roll over. Jiang Feng must shorten the time, it is best to control it around 35 minutes, so it is more secure.

After cooking 5 pots of porridge in the morning, Wang Xiulian looked at the quantity of porridge and made Jiyue change the special price to 4 yuan. At noon, Jiang Feng returned to the normal business of a healthy cooking restaurant. I don't know if it was his hallucination. He felt that Wu Minqi's efforts to add chili peppers were particularly heavy today.

Dried the peppers one by one, not taking the guest's tongue as a gesture of tongue.

"Jiang Feng, 4 cups of rose cranberries!" Ji Yue shouted outside.

Even with them, Jiang Feng's juice business is getting better.

When the business at noon was over, Jiang Feng asked, curiously, "Did you expect too much weight today?"

"I'm thinking about the degree of materials." Wu Minqi said.

"You and Ji Xue discussed the results? What?" Jiang Feng asked.

"No, she doesn't make spicy dishes at all. It's not spicy in Guangdong. Her family has a light taste. She said she needs to think about it for a while. I will practice other dishes first." Wu Minqi said.

Practice your hands ...

Jiang Feng thought about the sales of cranberry juice at noon today.

Good practice, good practice. Wu Minqi made a little more than 1,000 yuan at noon today.

One thousandth of a renovation fee!

Rounding up Taifeng Building will open!

In the morning, there were two pots of five pots of porridge left unsold. There was only a large casserole in the back kitchen. The cooked eight-pot porridge was poured into a large iron pot by Comrade Wang Xiulian.

After an hour's noon break, Jiang Feng sat outside and brushed Weibo to take a look at "Self-Cultivation of a Brother-in-law". He laughed like a child under 200 kilograms and listened to Ji Yue's latest gossip.

"The variety show of your game will be broadcast on a video at 8 o'clock this evening." Ji Yue brushed the news, "Oh my god, the preview of Zhang Guanghang's release is too handsome!"

"He is more handsome," Jiang Feng said. "He doesn't show up."

"Oh my god." Ji Yue felt like she was going to choke. "It's all because I'm short-sighted without glasses. I can't see the stage at all in the auditorium. The screen of the provincial Taiwan must have ugly Zhangguang in my house!"

Jiang Feng feels that Ji Yue is a typical fan filter for several layers. The screens in Taiwan are good. The lenses are with filters. Jiang Feng feels that he is handsome on the screen, which is a little worse than Zhang Guanghang.

"Jiang Feng, seriously, you find a time to invite Zhang Guanghang out for a meal, and invite him directly to our restaurant to eat." Ji Yue drunk is not in the wine.

Jiang Feng feels reasonable. The game reminds Zhang Guanghang that he is the key target for digging the wall. He has to make an appointment to eat, chat, and exchange feelings. The flower growers' friendship is all eaten. If you are not familiar with it, it means that you do n’t eat enough meals.

Zhang Guanghang is a mixed race between China and France.

At the end of the break, Jiang Feng returned to the back kitchen and started to porridge.

One afternoon, there were seven more pots and eight treasures in the back kitchen.

Comrade Wang Xiulian became very big when watching Babao Porridge. I felt that having a prodigal son was really worrying. I estimated the amount of Babao Porridge and turned to Jiyue: "Yueyue, change the price of Babao Porridge at the door to 3 yuan."

This is probably the biggest discount in the history of the Healthy Cooking Restaurant. It has never been cheaper. The cucumber (or Jiang Feng) in the store has to sell for eight yuan a plate and three yuan a bowl of eight-treasure porridge. It's an unthinkable price.

So that customers who come to the restaurant during dinner, whether they like to drink porridge or not, can't help but order a bowl of Babao porridge.

Until hiccups, the cook left only two bowls of Babao porridge.

Wang Xiulian packed the remaining eight-treasure porridge with a sea bowl and put it in the refrigerator, and said to Jiang Feng: "Shit, you'll drink porridge tomorrow morning to keep in good health."

Jiang Feng: "... Okay, Mom."

After boiled porridge for a day, Jiang Feng's clothes were full of the flavor of eight treasures. The whole person was like a human shaped eight treasures. Wherever I went, I brought the flavor to where I went all the way back to the dormitory.

Wang Hao was cracking against the computer keyboard with a crackling look, with an angry expression on his face.

"What to write?" Jiang Feng asked casually.

"Yanwen!" Wang Haoyi said angrily, "Those books that I like ... point and draw, stand high, comment on, and scold Fang Yan, a guy who is my father's ugly face, and I want to officially fight with them."

Jiang Feng, who was eating melon, went to watch in excitement. A large section of Wang Hao's wps file seemed to use all the idioms he had learned throughout his life.

"Are you tearing it open? Which book?"

"How is it possible that you must open a trumpet! Just a small broken book, Brother Feng you won't like it." Wang Hao then fought in front of the computer, filled with indignation, seeing the weightlessness of the frame after anxious to use his own exercise Arm, crawling along the net line, he fights against the object he sent the message to.

After eating a small melon, Jiang Feng went to wash.

Waking up the next day, Jiang Feng opened his mobile phone and wanted to brush up on "Self-Cultivation of a Brother-in-law". The update didn't brush up to the obituary written by Wang Hao last night.

It must be a special fate that made us a ~

It took Jiang Feng a minute to get this song out of his mind, get up, get dressed, lightly, and successfully leave the dormitory to reach the healthy cooking restaurant before Wang Hao wakes up.

Today's breakfast was very rich. Jiang Jiankang got up early to pack buns, pickled pork and pork. Sauerkraut sent by Grandma Jiang two days ago. The only thing that Jiang Jiankang regrets is that the meat in today's buns is not big flowers. The big flowers are so fat. Pork belly minced and used to make sauerkraut and pork buns must be particularly fragrant.

Jiang Jiankang has a rare bun, but it has nothing to do with Jiang Feng. His breakfast is refrigerated in the refrigerator for one night and placed on the stove.

Parents always distressed their children. Wang Xiulian saw Jiang Feng drank sweet porridge, and asked with concern: "Oh boy, do you want some stuffed buns?"

Jiang Feng was very touched and said, "Yes!"

"Jiang Jiangkang, give the stuffing in your bun to the cub." Wang Xiulian ordered.

Jiang Jiankang obeyed his wife's instructions and used chopsticks to dial a little sauerkraut to Jiang Feng, with only a little bit of meat foam ~ www.novelhall.com ~ basically negligible.

"Dad." Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang.

Jiang Jiankang dialed a bit of sauerkraut, but he still had no meat.

Jiang Feng couldn't help sighing at the sauerkraut and Babao porridge in the bowl.

Hey, parents' love is always too heavy to bear.

"Dad, can you give me some meat?"

"Shit, sauerkraut is delicious. You drink porridge and eat sauerkraut."

"Dad, if I don't sell eight pots this afternoon, we'll both have porridge tomorrow."

"Well, I thought of it, there is a bun in the pot, you are waiting for Dad to get it for you!" Jiang Jiankang instantly restored his memory.

Jiang Feng looked at Jiang Jiankang.

Oh, man.