v3 Chapter 544： Chickpea flower

Jiang Weiming put the bowl firmly on the table, a small bowl, half a bowl of tofu and half a bowl of water.

"I'll show it to you in the kitchen." Jiang Weiming said with a smile.

"Three grandpas, let us help you." Jiang Feng said.

"No, there are few steps. There are food containers in the kitchen. I put the bowls in the food containers and bring them over." Jiang Weiming said and turned back to the kitchen.

After Jiang Weiming left, everyone's eyes fell on the bowl on the table.

"Why did Uncle San remember to make us beancurd today?" Jiang Jiankang was the most impressed to speak first. "I'm going to get sugar. This beancurd must be mixed with sugar to be delicious."

Jiang Jiankang is a firm sweet party.

"Dad, this doesn't seem to be Douhua." Jiang Feng pulled Jiang Jiankang who was looking for sugar. "This should be chicken sauce Douhua."

"Chickpea flower?" Zhang Guanghang's voice brought a hint of surprise, "It's actually chickpea flower."

"Have you ever eaten?" Jiang Feng could not help but secretly said that it was an old chapter, and all these legendary dishes have been eaten.

"I have eaten it a few times." Zhang Guang Channel, seeing everyone looking at himself to explain quickly, "Although chickpea flowers and boiled cabbage are high-grade clear soup dishes, the difference between the two is actually quite large. Boiled cabbage is a national banquet dish, famous Large, ordinary restaurants are difficult to see, and high-end restaurants are rarely sold. But chickpeas are relatively common, and some restaurants sell for low prices. "

"However, I made this chickpea flower for the first time." Zhang Guanghang looked at the chickpea flower on the table, and couldn't help sighing. "I have eaten both the small and famous chickpea flowers, although It looks like Douhua, but when you bring it up, you can see that it is just like an image, even Master Wu Xiuyi (Grandpa Wu Minqi) can't make such a falsehood. If you did n’t remind me, I would n’t even think that this is the chickpea flower. "

"It's the first time I see such chickpeas." Zhang Guanghang emphasized again.

Everyone knows that chickpea flowers are chickens, but chickens, not chickens, just chickens, better than chickens, but only Jiang Weiming can do it.

The clear soup, like white water, is tender and fluffy, the cut surface is smooth, and small pieces of chicken velvet without excess flocs are placed in small porcelain bowls that can be bought for a few dollars everywhere.

If it wasn't for Jiang Feng who knew that Jiang Weiming had brought two cups of clear soup from the magic, who can think of something in front of the bowl that looks no different from Douhua before the entrance, not the ordinary Douhua washed out with bean flour, but It's chickpea tweed.

Now there is only one bowl of chickpea flowers on the table. According to the Jiang family ’s tradition of respecting the elderly and not loving the young, this bowl of chickpea flowers is naturally delivered to Grandma Jiang.

"Su Hua, would you like to try it first?" Grandma Jiang politely before eating.

"No, I don't like to eat bean curd. I don't like sweet and salty ones." Chen Suhua shook her head and refused. "I'll call Zaide in the living room and bring the fruit plate by the way."

Grandma Jiang nodded her politely. In fact, she didn't know what chickpea flower was, and thought it was the same as sweet bean flower and salted bean flower, but the taste was different.

Grandma Jiang, who didn't know what the chickpea flowers were, picked up a spoon and smashed a large piece, then went to a third of the bowl.

Chicken velvet mixed with a little chicken soup was sent to Grandma Jiang's pacifier.

A bite.

A moment.

A lag.

Startled.

Grandma Jiang glanced at the chickpea flowers in the bowl with a little surprise, her voice with some incredible: "Isn't this bean flowers?"

"No, what isn't this Douhua?" Grandma Jiang doubted her life a little.

"This should be Douhua."

"No, this is definitely not Douhua."

"How does this stuff taste like meat? It looks like chicken and pork, Xiaofeng, what kind of beancurd is this chickpea?"

Jiang Feng saw Grandma finally cue herself, and said quickly: "Grandma, chickpea flowers are not beancurds. This soup is a broth made from chicken broth, and the stuff like beancurd is made of chicken and ham."

"Mom, how does it taste?" Jiang Jiankang stared at his mother.

"Fresh, especially fresh. It's fresher than the pot of soup that your dad cooked last year." Grandma Jiang said the family portrait of the clear soup made by the old man during the Chinese New Year last year. It ’s different from eating something else. "

"I feel a whole chicken in my mouth!" Grandma Jiang finally thought of the adjective.

Jiang Jianguo and Jiang Jiankang's brothers were about to drool.

They also want to experience the feeling of having a whole chicken in their mouth.

Grandma Jiang simmered another spoonful of chickpea flowers. This time she simmered fewer chicken velvets. Most of the spoons consisted of clear soup.

In the mouth, chew a few times and swallow.

Grandma Jiang pouted.

"Fresh is quite fresh, but the taste is a bit too talkative, and I feel like I can't taste anything." Grandma Jiang was a bit sorry.

Chickpea flower itself is a light and clear soup dish of Yangchun Baixue Pie. Grandma Jiang is older and has a lot of taste degradation than ordinary people. Her comment is basically negligible.

When Grandma Jiang scooped the third spoon, Jiang Weiming came in with a huge food container.

This is a very quaint, revealing luxury in a low-key, even carved on the box, I do not know what kind of wood is used to make it look very texture, ordinary wooden food box.

The food box contains a few bowls of low-key revealing luxury, ordinary extraordinary highlights extraordinary, everyone's coveted chickpea flowers.

I used to sit quietly in the chair before, even when Grandma Jiang was eating chickpea flowers, the aunt who didn't show too much eager eyes suddenly got up from the chair, a flash came to the door, very skilled He took the food container from Jiang Weiming, with a warm smile on his face.

"Sanbo, let me mention it for you. It's really hard for you. If you are done, you will have to make a special trip to send us over." Licking the dog without losing your grace.

The aunt's agility, sincerity, and the speed of this reaction have made Jiang's people out of reach.

Zhang Guanghang was stunned.

Auntie unconsciously put the food container on the table and opened it one by one, and brought out the chickpea flowers inside, calmly took away the bowl with the largest portion and sat back.

The crowd rushed up and started vying for the bowl they liked, even Zhang Guanghang was among them, hiding the chickpea flowers to be accurate and hard, and completely missing the handsome appearance of Gao Fu.

While everyone was grabbing chickpea flowers, Uncle Niu showed a bright smile to Jiang Weiming and asked with concern: "Sanbo, did you eat it?"

Jiang Weiming was glad to see everyone grabbing the bowl: "I ’ve eaten a lot of chickpea flowers when I was young. It ’s boring to eat them. I made them for you today."

"I brought their share of Zade, and you asked them to come and eat later. I'll go back before the kitchen is busy." Jiang Weiming laughed.

"Good third uncle, I'll take the food box and the bowl in a while." Auntie said enthusiastically.

In the effort of talking to Jiang Weiming by the auntie, everyone had finished dividing the chickpea flowers on the table, and the few remaining bowls were left on the table with the least amount waiting for Jiang Zaide to come and eat.

Jiang Feng was holding a spoon in a small bowl, and looking at the chickpeas in the bowl, he felt that at this moment he was not holding a bowl of food, but a bowl of relics.

I even feel honored.

Jiang Feng took a small piece of chickpea flower, accompanied by the clear soup in the spoon, at the entrance.

As Grandma Jiang said, there was a whole chicken in her mouth.

The deliciousness of the whole chicken melted in the mouth at this moment.

It even felt like half a pig in addition to a chicken.

Jiang Feng felt that his adjectives were taken away by Grandma Jiang.

Swallow.

The wonderful experience is over.

Jiang Feng simmered a little piece of chickpea more carefully, served with enough broth, and delivered it to the mouth again.

wonderful!

delicious!

Jane!

What Michelin, what is Roland, what is menacing, what is the wealth, what is it in front of this small bowl of chickpea flowers?

Is there anything more important in this world than tasting the bowl of chickpea flowers in front of it?

Basically everyone in the dining room narrowed their eyes, their faces filled with happiness.

The top clear broth is delicious.

When Chen Suhua led Jiang Zaide to the dining room, they saw such a scene as if it were a cult practice.

Everyone is holding a fruit plate. Jiang Zaide not only holds a fruit plate in his elbow, but also holds a disposable paper cup.

Chen Suhua :?

Jiang Zaide :? ? ?

Wang Hao & Jiang Xiaoran: (?? _ ???)

Although I don't know what happened, everyone consciously went to the table and put down the fruit plate on the table, and then they found the chickpea flowers on the table.

Douhua?

Jiang Zaide thought it was strange. Should n’t he eat dumplings or lanterns after the Lantern Festival? What to eat tofu, and there is no sugar jar next to it.

Although I felt strange in my heart ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Jiang Zaide's body was still honestly picking up a bowl of chickpea flowers closest to him.

"Dede!" Jiang Jianguo suddenly opened his eyes and angered Jiang Zaide, frightening Jiang Zaide.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Jiang Zaide was even a little scared.

"How can you grab this bowl in such a rude posture, hold it like me, and respect!" Jiang Jianguo's face was full.

Jiang Zaide :?

My dad is crazy?

Jiang Zaide silently changed the posture of grabbing the bowl to holding.

Because the action of holding was too awkward, Jiang Zaide did not use the spoon to scramble the chicken, but took the bowl to his mouth and tasted a clear soup.

Jiang Zaide was shocked.

Jiang Zaide turned silently and said to Jiang Shouzhen and Jiang Xiaoran in earnest: "Hold it, respect it!"