Jiang Stops's culinary skills were almost the same as Han Xiaomei's professional skills as a criminal police officer. He had rich theoretical knowledge but little practical opportunities. Although he had some shining points, it was impossible for him to make a Manchu Han Imperial Banquet by himself.
Fortunately, Yan Ji's purpose was to make Jiang Stops look better in his parents' eyes, not to amaze everyone with his superb skills as a five-star chef. So:
"The stewed beef with potatoes last night was good. Let's make it again. I'll ask them to send the snow and beef for sashimi. The deep-fried prawns are delicious. I'll call them and ask if they still have deep-sea crayfish in New Zealand. They'll send two pounds of the best ones. Ah, scrambled eggs with tomatoes! My dad and I both love them! Throw away the box of eggs at home. I'll ask someone to send imported eggs from Turkey. Hurry up and boil the water to cook the tomatoes. Hurry! "
Jiang Stops: "…"
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Yan Ji was like a soldier who heard the horn to charge. He jumped up and rushed to the door. He carried the boxes into the kitchen, which were full of all kinds of high-end ingredients.
Jiang Stops looked at the kitchen full of ingredients that were enough to supply the hotel. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't say a word.
Yan Ji used practical actions to prove once again that any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem. Any weakness or shortcoming in the process of practice could be solved with money.
"That's not right, Jiang Stops. Didn't you ask me to soak the beef in water to get rid of the blood? I read in the tutorial that it's best not to wash the beef. Otherwise, it will lose its flavor."
Jiang Stops turned the stir-fried prawns in his hands. He didn't even raise his head. He grabbed Yan Ji's phone and flipped the page of the new cooking tutorial app to the page of "stewed beef". Then he stuffed the phone back into Yan Ji's arms.
"Oh, oh …" Yan Ji was suddenly enlightened. His eyes were filled with tears as he continued to chop onions.
Yan Ji boiled the water, washed the vegetables, cut the chili, and picked the prawns. He was like a diligent worker bee flapping its wings, flying to the pool and then to the stove. His strict parents, who had never cooked in their lives, poked their heads out of the kitchen door and saw their son and daughter-in-law intimately walking around the pot. The scene was very harmonious and perfect, just like the TV commercials for chicken. They couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
"Release the pressure from the pressure cooker. Take a bowl of stewed beef out of the pot." Jiang Ting poured the last layer of sauce on the deep-fried prawns and ordered Yan Xue, "Take out the scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Simmer the rice for a few more minutes. Bring me a bottle of water when you come back.
Yan Xuan's eyes almost fell on the red and fragrant prawns in the pot. He took the dish to the dining table outside and came back with a bottle of iced mineral water. He took a big gulp first and then grabbed Jiang Xuan's chin when Jiang Xuan raised his head and fed him with his mouth.
"Oh …"
Jiang Ting was caught off guard by the sneak attack. The spatula raised a big prawn, drawing a parabola in the air and smashing onto Yan Xuan. Deputy Yan, who was agile, was not scared. He grabbed the prawn on the spot and swallowed it. It was so hot that he gasped.
Jiang Stops covered his mouth in a hurry. His temples were throbbing. "… Is it delicious?!"
"Yes, it's delicious." Yan Ji looked out and whispered, "You're more delicious."
Jiang Stops: "…"
Yan Ji was triumphant in Jiang Stops' blank expression. He scooped the deep-fried prawns out of the pot and hummed a little tune.
After a while, Yan Ji served the rice and put it on the plate. Looking at the steaming dishes on the table, he announced majestically like the head of the family, "Let's eat!"
His strict parents had raised this good-for-nothing son for more than 30 years. Today, they ate the food cooked by their son for the first time. They cried in their hearts. "Delicious! Delicious! "" Good craftsmanship! "
Yan's father looked at the piece of scrambled egg between his chopsticks and sighed, "Cuicui — look at this color, this aroma, I have never seen such good scrambled eggs with tomatoes in my life!"
Ms. Ceng Cuicui was full of emotions. She was so emotional that she didn't even realize that her words were full of countless complaints.
Jiang Stops's eyebrows couldn't help twitching. He had to pretend to support his forehead and raise one hand to cover his face. Yan Ji glanced at him proudly, which meant, "See how much my parents like you." Then he got up and went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of wine and poured a glass for his father.
"From now on, you are an adult," the touched Yan's father said to Deputy Captain Yan, "You have to work hard and live a good life, understand?"
Yan Ji raised his glass and solemnly said, "Understood."
Yan's mother took Jiang Stops's hand, "Two people live under the same roof. You have to get along well. Don't quarrel and fight, understand?"
Jiang Stops thought that he couldn't beat Yan Ji. Besides, who would beat the owner of the house for free? So he nodded and said, "Understood."
Jiang Stops didn't know if it was his illusion, but he clearly saw Ms. Ceng Cuicui's eyes flashing with complex gratification and love, as if she was a mother leaning on the delivery bed looking at the second child that she had just given birth to.
"Come on, let's drink." Yan's father patted his son's shoulder and stood up to personally pour half a glass of red wine for his wife and "daughter-in-law". He looked around the table with satisfaction, "Everything is perfect, harmonious and beautiful. Good! Good! "
Everyone raised their glasses together. Jiang Stops just felt that something was wrong, but Yan Ji held his hand and forced him to toast. The dinner table was filled with a harmonious and intimate atmosphere.
Yan's father, who had been banned from drinking by his wife for a long time, finally found a legitimate reason to "drink" with his son. The father and son drank two bottles of Maotai before they finished the meal. Yan Ji, a policeman who was bound by the five prohibitions of the Ministry of Public Security, hadn't had a good drink for a long time. His alcohol tolerance was far less than his father's. Half a bottle of Maotai was immediately drunk. Yan Ji's father, who still wanted to drink more, wanted to find his daughter-in-law to drink more Maotai.
Yan Ji pushed his father with both hands, "No, no, it's more than 50 degrees. He's not in good health and can't drink. Let me, let me." Then he grabbed the bottle and drank it all.
"You can't drink anymore either. Like father, like son!" Ceng Cuicui pulled her husband's collar in disgust and slammed the glass down. Then she stopped Jiang Stops, who was about to get up to clean up, and called the driver downstairs to come up and clean up the mess. Yan's father was still clamoring to have a few more drinks with "Little Comrade Lu" to have a heart-to-heart talk, but his wife pulled him by the ear and dragged him to the door, "What's there to talk about? Your son is so drunk. Do you want to put both of them down? Let's go home after we finish eating! "
Jiang Stops immediately got up and put on his shoes, saying, "Let me send uncle and auntie off."
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